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Darkness Or Light. What Is your Choice?	By : Kalariona Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?

Chapter 4 Singing and Potions!

�Heaven is closer now today.

The sound is in my ears.

I can�t believe the things you say.

They echo what I fear.�
Unknown to all in Hogwarts, including her two closest friends, Hermione loved to sing, or rather, loved trying to. Her father had subjected her to the Eighty�s electric era, from New Order to Frankie Goes To Hollywood since she was young. The one song she constantly sang was by The Fiction Factory. She warbled slightly off key while in the shower usually, putting a silencing spell on the bathroom. This time, she was taking advantage of the empty Gryffindor common room. It was Quidditch practice and nearly the whole of Gryffindor had turned out to watch. As Oliver Wood had graduated, a new keeper was needed. The Weasley twins had taken over the responsibility of hunting out a new keeper, but they had insisted Harry was there also. At least flying took his mind off his other problems. Lessons had begun and Harry was subdued! Potions were still with the Slytherins and Snape had gloatingly told them on Friday that Coursework was coming up. Joint projects would be done. By joint, he meant the Slytherin/Gryffindor kind. Working in pairs. Hermione was sure he was going to pair Harry with Malfoy! It was just the sick kind of thing that the hated potions master would do!
�Twisting the bones until they snap.

I scream but no one knows.�
She continued to sing, her thoughts still on Harry. She was trying, god knows how hard, to bring him back to normal. To the same happy, smiling boy she had made friends with. Harry was in pain, but he did try not to show it. He ignored taunts made by the Slytherins, even though the main antagonising group of Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabini had hardly said more than two words to him so far. Hermione didn�t like it!

She could smell a plot between them but couldn�t put her finger on it. Anyway, she was worried about Harry. She knew she felt more for him than sisterly concern. She had fallen for him, hard and the time he spent in her company during the holidays had cemented that fact. The problem was Ron. Hermione knew that the redhead had certain feelings for her. Their arguments during their fourth year proved that, but she only felt friendship for him. She didn�t know how Harry felt about her. She doubted he had actually thought about it. His crush on Cho Chang that was apparent during third and fourth year had faded into nothing. Hermione had never liked her and thought she was a very shallow person.
�Say I�m familiar, cold to touch,

And then you turn and go.�
Hermione paused by the fire and held her arms wide, not noticing the portrait open behind her.
�Feels like Heaven! Da da da dum!

Feels like Heaven! Da da da dum!�
�Careful Hermione, you might break a window.�
Hermione turned to see Dean�s smiling face and noticed with annoyance that he had his fingers in his ears. �Can�t you see I was busy Thomas?� She asked him, folding her arms over her chest.
�What? Can�t hear you,� Dean continued to grin, still with his fingers in his ears. He was standing right next to the open entrance hole. Hermione sighed in exasperation.
�Cut it out Dean. It�s not funny.�
�Oh, but it is,� Dean removed his fingers and then copied her stance. �So, when did Miss Hermione Granger, know all of the Wizarding world, discover singing and realize that it was one thing that she couldn�t do? Oh wait, you haven�t realized it. Damn. me and my big mouth.�
�Dean. I�m warning you,� Hermione growled at him. Dean ignored her, instead he leaned on one of the tall chairs.
�Have you decided on a public performance yet or was this just a warm up? I�m sure if you wanted to cause pain, you wouldn�t need to Hex someone. All you would need to do would be to open your mouth.�
�That�s it.� Hermione lunged at him, pulling out her wand. Dean eeped, turned and ran out of the common room, the portrait closing behind him. Hermione re-pushed it open and ran after him, the fat lady complaining behind her about the lack of respect for her frame. Dean was fast and Hermione found herself loosing him after a few corridors. Cursing her luck, she turned and began her trek back to the tower.
�See how we planned for saddened eyes,

And tears to pave the way.

I fought the fever as I knew,

My hair it turned to grey.�
�God damn it all Granger. Can�t you Gryffindors do anything without making a racket?�
�Oh no,� Hermione mumbled, stopping in her tracks. Draco Malfoy had caught her singing, badly! Twice in as many minutes. He was sitting on a window ledge which overlooked the Quidditch field.. �What�s your problem now Malfoy?� She asked, in a sarcastic sweet tone, turning to face him. Malfoy stared at her. There was no smirk on his face, no distain, no anything.
�You. Singing. Its awful. Why are you bothering? Are you trying to send your so called friends running, screaming from you?�
�They would never do that Malfoy. Not that you would know, but friends care.� She could have been mistaken, but she thought she had seen pain shoot through his features. She continued. �They would probably gag me, but find it amusing. Harry especially. He can�t sing either.� She felt herself blushing but shook it away. Malfoy was still staring at her but his features had changed into a scowl.
�Potter!� He hissed. �Why is it that every conversation I have with anyone involves Potter in some way?�
�Maybe, as he is admired by practically everyone, bar you, he automatically pops into conversation,� Hermione smirked at him. �As you are amazingly jealous of him, you seem to notice it more.�
�Jealous! Of Potter!� Malfoy got to his feet. �Not in this lifetime. I hate him! That do-gooder, Golden Boy, Dumbledore�s pet, scar headed git. I hate him!� Hermione�s smirk had turned into a look of surprise.
�Why? Why do you hate him?� she asked, curiously. �What did he actually do, apart from refuse your hand in friendship? The reason he did that was because you were being an arse.� Malfoy ran his fingers through his un-gelled hair and looked back out of the window, staring at the now empty Quidditch pitch. He had lost the scowl and for the first time that Hermione had ever seen, he had a lost look on his face.
�I just do Granger. It�s not something you would understand.�
Hermione lost her temper.
�Don�t patronise me Malfoy,� she yelled. �I care about Harry and I am sick of this relentless fighting between the two of you. There is no reason for it. He doesn�t need it. Leave him alone Malfoy.� Hermione turned her back on him. �If you continue hassling him, it won�t be Ron that you have to deal with. It will be me, and make no mistake, you will pay!�
Malfoy was silent for a moment, then she heard rustling and footsteps move away.
�Whatever Granger. Whatever.�
Hermione huffed, then continued to walk back to the common room, yelling loudly in the corridor, no longer caring who heard her!
�Study your face and fade the frame,

Too close for comfort now.

We can recall the harmony,

That lingered but turned sour.

Feels like Heaven! Da da da dum!

Feels like Heaven! Da da da dum!�

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Draco was in a shitty mood!
He felt like shit, looked like shit and was in the process of treating everyone like shit. Granger had pissed him off yesterday. It was Monday. It was Potions and it was time for the joint coursework. At the moment, he was sitting at the back of the class, a row behind and two seats to the left of Potter. Originally, he had planned to sit where he usually did. At the front of the class, but for some reason, he couldn�t bare the thought of having Potter sitting behind him and so, had moved to the back, telling Goyle and Crabbe to stay where they were. They were catching on that he didn�t want their company as much any more, preferring to sit alone. They didn�t say anything, just did what they were told. Draco had been joined at the back by Blaise who had taken the seat on his immediate right. Draco didn�t mind this. Blaise had a ready mind and was quick witted, but he had a problem of continuously staring at Potters backside and licking his lips. Pansy had thought this terribly amusing (She had taken the seat directly behind Potter) and kept giggling and copying him, nudging him ever now and then. Weasley and Granger, who sat either side of Potter, kept turning around and glaring at them, but neither Blaise or Pansy would desist. Potter never turned around, but ignored them. Draco couldn�t find the urge to antagonise him anymore. Every time he stood in front of Potter and opened his mouth, his eyes would automatically latch onto Potters and all thought would dribble out of his brain. He would then turn and walk away, leaving a confused Harry Potter standing in the corridor.
�Right class,� Snape�s voice boomed out, distracting him from his thoughts. Also stopping Blaise and Pansy ogling Potters arse. �Time for the coursework. could you please arrange yourselves into these pairs?�
�Please, not Potter,� Draco whispered to himself. �Please.� There was no way he could work if he had to make conversation with Potter. He probably wouldn�t be able to make conversation. Snape continued to read the parings, but Draco didn�t listen

until he heard the relevant names.
�Potter, you are with Zabini. Granger, with Parkinson. Weasley, Malfoy...�
Weasley. Malfoy scowled. Nearly as bad as Potter. It would be a constant argument. The scowl shifted into annoyance as he heard Blaise snigger at Pansy�s whine.
�Change seats so you are sitting with your partners.� Snape�s voice called out. �Quickly.�
Pansy slipped out of her seat and slipped into Potters vacated seat with a scowl at Granger. Blaise shifted one seat to the right, making room for Potter while Weasley took the empty seat beside Draco.
�Heya Potter,� Blaise smiled at him. �Can I call you Harry? Good! Lets work well on this. I don�t want to argue over nothing! Do you? Good! This is going to be a cool project, don�t you think? I think so and it will be fun! We�ll do our best, wont we Harry?� Draco nearly laughed. Potter�s mouth was open and was staring, shocked at Blaise�s rambling.
�Uhhh. Yes, I guess.�
Draco did laugh then. That was the only thing Potter had said through the whole monologue. Weasley decided to jump in then.
�Do you always garble like that Zabini?� he asked. Blaise turned his head towards him and grinned.
�Course I do Ron, can I call you Ron? Good. I am not slimy. I am not unfriendly and I am not evil. I am cunning, conniving and I enjoy a good time! Nothing wrong with that is there? Didn�t think so!� It was Weasley�s turn to be speechless and Potter actually chuckled. Draco�s heart jumped at the sound.
�If you can do that to Ron, Blaise, can I call you Blaise? Good. We will get along famously.� Harry stuck out his hand and Blaise shook it firmly.
�Great to be working with you.� They smiled at each other and Draco put his head in his hands and moaned in pain, much to the surprise of Weasley. His stomach began to churn and his chest burned.
�Right class. This project will be one of your own devising. I want you in your pair, to choose one of the books from the board, then tell me which one. You will choose one of the potions from the book., write what it does, what it looks like and what you need to make it.� The class began scribbling down these instructions, apart from Draco, who still had his face in his hands.
�Hey, Malfoy. Are you okay?� Weasley�s voice whispered to him. Draco, who just couldn�t be bothered to snap at him, sighed.
I don�t feel good Weasley. I�ll let you pick the book. Let me sit here for a moment.� He could feel Weasley staring at him, Draco guessed in surprise at the civil tone, then muttered an �okay� before turning back to his notes.
�I want this planned out.� Snape continued. �You will write up a detailed plan of what you are going to do, and what you expect to find out. When you make this potion, you will detail everything you do, even your mistakes , if any. When completed, you will write out a conclusion and evaluation of what you have done. That is all of the information I will give you. This will be all your own work and counts towards part of your final potion�s grade in your OWL�s. Right. Choose your book.� He wrote a list on the board, than turned back to the class. �One of the pairs, come up and collect them.�
Weasley stood up and so did Blaise, leaving Draco alone with Potter. Potter turned to him and gave him a half smile, which was clear between Draco�s slightly parted fingers.
�Malfoy. Can we drop the antagonisms in this class? We really need to work instead of showing ourselves up. Can we call a truce?�
�Sure. Why not.� Draco mumbled into his hands. He couldn�t bring himself to look Potter in the eye and his stomach was still churning and he felt worse that before!
In short, Draco felt like shit!

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I really really hope you enjoyed that. I am tired now. Harry�s dreams will be explored a little more in the next chapter. Also, so will Draco�s.
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