Sonata | By : Kalinx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warning: The following fanfic will contain references to death, suicide, self-mutalation, sex (SLASH, boy on boy action), rape, confusing ideas, and language. If I've forgotten anything, please let me know...
Key
the voice
Sonata
Three
Inside my World
I'd actually enjoyed raving in front of Malfoy - okay, maybe not enjoyed it but I hadn't felt nearly as guilty about doing it as I did when I broke in front of Ron and ‘Mione. They think I should be this amazing person, strong, brave, and infallible to the troubles of normal adolescence. Feh! If that was true then I wouldn't have allowed either of their deaths affect me, when the fact of the matter was they still haunted my nights. Knowing that if I hadn't been so much of a bloody Gryffindor and offered to share the Triwizard cup to Cedric he would still be alive. If only I hadn't let -
Rubbing at my scar I stare darkly out at the land surrounding Hogwarts. It was peaceful and beautiful outside, yet inside I was a twisted mess. A slim, familiar blade is being held captive between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. Gaze drowning in the moonlight outside I slide the glimmering blade from wrist to elbow, a trail of red following its path. The pain helped, it showed me I could still feel, and that I was still human even after all those 'worshippers'.
Poor lonely ducky. I’d hold you tight and kiss it all better if I could.
Malfoy might understand this as well, at the least he probably wouldn't fly off the handle like Ron or 'Mione. I mean, for all that he has a family they aren't really the loving family unit that Ron and 'Mione have. Fingers dropping the blade back into its home in a slim pouch located in the lining of my trunk I dig out my father’s invisibility cloak. Swinging it around my shoulders I tug the bed curtains down and knots them shut. That will stall them for a little while before they head out to find me. Socked feet passing soundlessly over the stone floor I ease out of the common room, managing to shut the Fat Lady without waking her. Letting my thoughts overrun my mind I shuffle through the halls much like one of the resident ghosts.
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It wasn't until they were sitting at the Gryffindor table for breakfast that Ron and 'Mione noticed that Harry was nowhere to be found. Sharing a look the two apply themselves to their food, Ron voicing the common opinion. "If he wants to spend the first day of class sleeping off the gossip, far be it for us to stop him. Especially after his fit last night, I mean, getting up in the middle of the feast and walking out? Just because one of the First years asked him if he was The Harry Potter?" Curly hair bouncing as she nods in agreement the muggle born witch chews on a piece of toast.
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Across the Hall from the two-thirds of the Trio I frown at the lack of concern for the golden Gryffindor. Sipping my orange juice I tilt my head to the side. Wonder where Potter is? Oversleeping? Why should I care? Snorting to myself I leer at a fellow Slytherin and mutter, "Looks like the prized Gryffindor can't get out of bed."
"Aren't you on suddenly good terms with that one?"
"Potter? Not at all, we just have an agreement currently." Right, an agreement that makes you worry about that blasted hero and don't try to kid yourself, you've been jealous of the Weasel for gaining his friendship before you could. Bad enough that Father is pushing you to befriend him, but to lose him to a Weasley and a mudblood was infuriating. Now though, maybe I understand him a bit more. Before he walked into Diagon alley six years ago he knew nothing of our world, the world he was the savior of. You on the other hand have been raised in a pureblood family with anything you could possibly ever want at your fingertips. Funny how a few years of observation and a short summer spent in thought can show you sides you've never seen.
"What kind of agreement? He 'saves' the world and gives you the credit?"
"No."
"Or are the two of you secretly in love? Finally give in to your passion for the Boy-Who-Lived Draco?"
"Bed Potter? That's utterly disgusting," I drawl. Is it really? He's gotten quite good looking this past summer - NO! Bad mind mustn't think of him that way or I'll never be able to look at him straight.
Doors creaking open every head swivels towards the Halls' entry to find the Boy-Who-Lived with his head bowed. Feet guiding him through the doorway he pushes the doors shut and makes his way towards the Gryffindor table. Chin lifting as he nears his normal seat beside the other two of the golden trio he stares balefully at the Slytherin table. Normally shining eyes have a slightly dull cast to them. Beneath them are twin circles of darkness. Harry's hair was lying limply around his face, the shine gone from its strands. Stern protocol slamming up is all that keeps me from blanching and leaping up.
Sleeve hitching up as he swings his arm I catch sight of a concerning addition to his wardrobe, white tape. Lips cracked the savior of the Wizarding world slides onto the bench, his lost eyes turning away to drop to the table. Hunched up like he was afraid someone was going to hit him, the Gryffindor pokes at the food he dumps on his plate.
Salazar, don't those bloody Gryffindors notice anything? Why are they just sitting there chatting away, pretending he's been there the whole time? That glimpse of tape, I hate to admit it but I'm worried about that tape. I've got to corner him before Potions. Mind set I leave the table with a nod and stride across the Hall. Eyes watching my movements, the students of the other Houses turn quickly back to their food as I glare death at them. Annoying gossips. Nearing the Gryffindor table I smirk as the gits take notice in me. Took them long enough, you would think that the ruckus of the other students would peak their interest.
Clamoring to his feet one of them - Dean - plants his fists on his hips, "What do you think you're doing Malfoy?"
Flashing a droll look at the Gryffindor I ignore the boy stepping around him. Aristocratic hand landing on Potter's shoulder I lean forward silver eyes softening as they meet a panic filled green gaze. "We need to talk Potter, I think you know why." Throat tensing as he swallows, the Gryffindor sets his fork down and starts to rise.
Grabbing his wrist the red headed Weasel growls, "Don't Harry, he just wants an excuse to gang up on you with his goonies."
Teeth clenched Harry hisses in pain as he jerks free of the hold, stumbling backwards over the bench. Acting on instinct I move to stop his tumble, carefully avoiding his arms from the elbow down. Voice laden with weariness the golden boy shakes his head, "I'll see you in Potions."
Releasing his figure I follow him from the Hall. "Potter - "
Dull eyes peering over his shoulder he shakes his head again, "Wait."
Mouth curling in distaste I grab hold of narrow shoulders and shake him. "Don't you wait me Potter, I saw what you have under your sleeves and I demand you tell me." Shoving the white faced young man against a wall I level his refusals with a single look. "No, I will not let you worm your way out of this one wonder boy, something's wr - bothering you and I want to know."
Hissing at me, Harry struggles against my hold. "Why? Why do you care?"
Echoing his hiss I seize hold of his left wrist. Pain darkening Potter's eyes he stops fighting as the arm is lifted. Pushing cloth off of it to bare the tape covered forearms I frown, "Why?"
He was livid as I demanded he tell me why, his dull eyes flaring with the anger I had taken as an everyday occurrence between us greeting my demands. Dropping his bandaged arm I grab for his other, only to find that it too was covered in tape. "Why Potter?" And oddly enough I did want to know why. I wanted to help him through his troubles like the friend I could have been to him six years ago. Why was I suddenly developing this soft side for my one time enemy?
"Because," he snarls.
"Bloody hell Pot- Harry why won't you tell me?"
Flashing eyes meeting my own silver gaze he sneers, "Why should the Prince of Slytherin care when my own Housemates notice nothing?"
I could feel my own anger rising at that. Goddamn that boy, he was going to unravel me right here in the middle of the hall. Hand moving on its own accord I capture his chin and hold his eyes level with mine. "Do not think for a moment that I - damn you, how can you always get under my skin?"
"Talent," he retorts, my lips twitching in an effort not to grin. He really wasn't that bad, not too much of that annoying Gryffindor flavor. Almost like he had some Slytherin in him that he was afraid to let out unless provoked.
Unclench my fingers from his chin I step back, "I admit it, I am worried about you idiot. Now will you tell me?"
Muscles shifting with ease he shrugs. "Dunno, tired, lost, the whole bit, life isn't what it seems D-draco."
Heart dancing against my ribs I feel a shiver race across my sleeve covered arms. Ignore the screeching voice in the back of my mind as I tug the sleeve of my own shirt up, baring the delicate skin of my inner arm. Lips parting he leans forward, a single finger tracing the path of a scar. "We're not so different after all," I whisper.
Whirling as the Weasel shouts his name he scuttles back against the wall. Mouth opening and closing a few times he darts closer to me as they near us. Chest pressed to mine he bends his mouth to my ear, "Please, don't tell them Draco. They'd think I was doing it for attention."
Lifting my own mouth to his ear I whisper, "Tell me how you started and you have my promise."
"Bloody manipulating Slytherin."
"Damn straight."
"Harry! What are you doing?"
"Harry, mate, what in the world?"
Clasping my hand he nods, our bodies still pressed close. He really was quite good looking - arg, why did they have to mention that this morning?
"My word as a Slytherin Wonder Boy." Eye twitching he gives me a nasty look. Heart thudding against my ribs I catch his eyes. What was going on?
"Harry?"
Tongue wetting his lips he frowns as they break into a run. Trailing fingers through my unbound hair he chuckles, "Nice look ferret, grow it a bit longer and I'm sure the girls would love to braid it for you."
Shift my hips against his I smirk and tug at his own mop, "You trying to beat Professor Snape out with yours Wonder Boy?" Breath hitching he growls and dips his mouth to my ear.
"Eager to see me Drakie?" Teeth nipping my earlobe he dances back out of my reach as I flush.
"Oh go run off with the other part of the golden trio Potter, I'll see you in Potions." Giving me a saucy wink he takes the other two by the hands and drags the forcefully in the direction of the dungeons.
What was happening to me?
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What had I been thinking, letting Malfoy persuade me to tell him? He was going to think I was a loon. And why in the world was I actually looking forward to spilling my guts to that arrogant, self-centered, Slytherin prat? Deftly slicing the root before me into the prescribed length and width I watch my cauldron as it bubbles. Simmer for five minutes before adding four grams of the sliced roots. Than stir counter clockwise ten times. Clockwise for five stirs. Back to simmering and brooding.
Snape was prowling the classroom, looking for any reason to take points from us, and to compliment the Slytherins. Glowering at me as he strides past my potion he steps onto his platform. "Reduce your heat to a minimal flame and add the oil to finish the potion." He was a prickly bastard. Wonder if he ever let anyone under that snarling exterior? Maybe Malfoy would know, after all he was Snape's pet Slytherin. Manage to hold in my snicker, Snape would love to take points for 'disrupting' his class.
Watching my potion cool and slowly change from its mucky yellow color to a cheerful blue I grin. Gotcha. Ladling it into a bottle I cork it and take it up to Snape's desk, setting it along side 'Mione's as Malfoy brings his up. "Amazing Potter, you got it right," his silken voice purrs as he flashes me a hidden wink. Rolling my eyes skyward I return to clean my cauldron as Ron's potion goes up in flames and sparks. Snicker escaping my throat along with the whole of the Slytherin half and most of the Gryffindors I share a laughing look with Draco.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, now clean that mess up Weasley."
Ouch. Eyes darkening I finish scrubbing my cauldron and return it to its place. Damn Snape, if it weren't for the fact that we Gryffindors did well in all our other classes we would never have a chance of winning the House cup. He hated us and after what I glimpsed in his pensive I can't say I blamed him for that hatred. Sighing I drag a hand through my snarled mess of hair. Look at me now, sympathizing with Snape, head of Slytherin House.
S’ok ducky, true friends will understand you’ve grown up.
Rising as he dismisses the class I stiffen as fingers brush my elbow, "Thinking much?" Uttering a grunt of agreement I allow the Slytherin at my side to guide me towards our next class. "What do you suppose Sprout will have us doing today? I hope it's not replanting anymore mandrakes, those things are nasty."
"Useful though."
"True. What do you have after Herbology?"
"Divination."
"Can you skip?"
"Maybe, after all, all Trelawny does is predict my death in varyingly spectacular ways. Kind of hate to abandon Ron though."
Reach the greenhouse and feel another feather touch of fingers as he snorts, "Think on it, I've got nothing between this and lunch." Blending back in with his Slytherins he slips right back into his bored mask.
And you know what? He wasn't all that bad once you got past that proud front of a Malfoy pureblood.
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