A/N: This is my first attempt at a HP fic. Pretty much my first attempt at a fic. Be nice. Read and review. All flames will be used to give a couple of laughs on a bad day. P
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, except for Alexander... hehe... The HP characters will NEVER belong to me, though I wish they would... hehe... Don't sue, because I don't have nothing you'd really want. Except my brothers. and sisters. And in the case... PLEASE feel FREE TO TAKE THEM OFF MY HANDS!
Song is Sweet Dreams by MARILYN MANSON, BABY!
/Lyrics/
Chapter One
First Year
Harry Potter was slowly plowing through his homework. His best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were doing the same. Both boys heard Hermione inhale sharply. When the boys looked at Hermione's face, a look of adoration was in her eyes. Harry and Ron looked in the direction Hermione's eyes were staring, and saw what she was looking at. All Ron could say was, "yeah, what's so great about him?"
Harry said nothing, the boy they were looking at was the boy who had caught his attention in the beginning of the year. Harry remembered the first time he had seen the other boy. Harry had noticed the boy when he had been standing in line. He had not been able to take his eyes off of him. Harry's eyes had stayed glued to the other boy as Harry had walked to the stool. He remembered the wave of disappointment that had washed over him as the Sorting Hat had slipped over his eyes; obscuring his view of the boy. After the Sorting Hat had been pulled off, Harry looked to the boy's place. He noticed the other boy seemed to have disappeared. After that, Harry had watched the other boy whenever possible.
/Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody is looking for something/
Harry had discreetly found out as much as could about the boy. He knew he was in the same year as Fred and George- third year. He also knew that his last name was Coinneach. Harry knew that he was in Slytherin, and he was a loner. By watching alone he knew that the boy was aloof, and that almost everyone in Slytherin wanted to shag the boy and make a claim to the boy who was so unattainable to everyone.
Harry would watch the Slytherin girls throw themselves at Coinneach, and the older boys who were otherwise straight, wrap their arms around Coinneach's shoulders or his hips. They would give him things; no matter what though, Coinneach always gave them cold looks when presented with these things. He was cold, oh so cold, on the outside. It seemed nothing could reach him. Nothing could touch him.
/Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused/
Harry tried -futilely- to put the other boy out of his mind. He couldn't though. No matter how hard he tried, He couldn't. So instead he put down his quill, and simply watched the other boy. He watched Coinneach settle down at the Slytherin table, fascinated.
It seemed like Harry had watched the other boy for only a few minutes when suddenly the other boy packed his things into his knapsack, and left. Harry then looked at the time. It hadn't been minutes, it had been hours. It was late. Harry packed up his own belongings, and went to the Gryffindor common room. A few hours later, Harry headed up to his dormitory. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep; dreaming of Coinneach.
2nd Year
Harry removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Getting rid of Voldemort/Tom Riddle, saving Ginny, getting out of the Chamber, telling the tale, and then the feast had wiped him out. Harry yawned, but he shook himself awake when he noticed Coinneach staring at him from across the room. A ghost of smile floated across the other boy's lips, but was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.
The boy sitting across from Coinneach had blonde hair -Malfoy- and thought the ghost smile had been meant for him, because suddenly he focused his attention on Coinneach. Draco Malfoy was talking to Coinneach. Harry wondered to himself, "why the hell is Malfoy wasting my Coinneach's time?" Harry did not notice that he had called Coinneach his. Then Coinneach made eye contact with Harry, and held Harry's gaze. Malfoy looked behind himself- to were Coinneach was staring. He glared at Harry, then turned to Coinneach and made a snide remark about staring problems. In that instant Harry felt a very real, very large dislike for Malfoy and for Malfoy blatantly displaying his stupidity in thinking he could have claim to Coinneach.
/Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody is looking for something/
Harry felt disgust and contempt at Malfoy. He was glad when Lucius Malfoy wasn't a school governor anymore, and when Draco Malfoy sulked because of it. Malfoy didn't deserve someone like Coinneach. Malfoy was too stupid and ugly and retarded and self-centered and... Harry kept a running list of why Malfoy didn't deserve to even be Coinneach's radar.
Harry felt contempt for anyone who tried to get his Coinneach to notice them. No one deserved his Coinneach- not even Harry. All Harry could fathom was all the evil, horrible, hurtful things they would do to his Coinneach if the dark haired boy ever let anyone in. That is if Coinneach would ever let anyone know who he truly was.
/Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused/
The next day
Fred?"
"Eh?" Answered the person in question.
"Hey, uh... I was wondering... if... you knew... erm... well, you know Coinnneach, right?
"Right, and...?" Fred answered Harry.
"Ermm... what's his first name?"
"Ehh...George!" he called across the table.
"What?" George answered.
"Come're a second!" called Fred again. In response, George got up and walked over.
"What?"
"What is Coinneach's first name?"
"Coinneach... erm... don't know... Everybody calls him Coinneach. At least in the halls," George said with a roguish grin. Harry become disgusted, but hid this.
Harry looked past George at the subject. Coinneach stood up suddenly- he was finished with his meal and writing. It seemed like Coinneach was always writing.
/I want to use you and abuse you
I want to know what's inside you
Moving on Moving on/
Coinneach heard every word that was said about him between the three Gryffindors. He had the irrational thought of telling Potter his name. Only Malfoy knew- they were related distantly. Both of them being from rich, pure blood, anti- mudblood families, how could they not be related? He ripped off the corner of the scroll he was writing on. He wrote in his tiny, flowing script: Alexander Coinneach. Then he got up, and took the long way to get to the entrance of the Great Hall. This pathway would allow him to walk past Potter. When he passed, he discreetly whispered a charm which put the paper into Potter's robe pocket.
/Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on/
That Night
As Harry changed that night for bed, he emptied his pockets and noticed a small piece of paper. Harry unfolded the small piece of paper, and read what it said in his mind, 'Alexander Coinneach.'
"Huh?" asked Ron. "What's what?"
"Just a blank piece of paper," Harry said quickly, stuffing it into his satchel.
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody is looking for something
3rd Year
"My broom..." Harry said quietly.
"What about it?" asked a soft voice. Harry looked up.
"You..."
"Yes, me."
"What about Malfoy? If he found out you were here--"
"Yes," Coinneach cleared his throat, and then continued, "Much as he likes to think it. I don't belong to him... or to anyone else." Harry looked at the other dark haired boy.
"Stay?" Harry asked in tone that could barely be heard. In response the fifth year standing beside his bed, pulled up a chair and sat down. Neither boy spoke a word, and when Madame Pomfrey came to say that visiting time was over, she noticed how Harry became distressed. She made up a reason for his silent companion to stay.
/Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused/
Harry felt better throughout the night, and he slept peacefully knowing that his Lexie was in the bed next to his own. Every time a nightmare was able to start, something would wake him up. He would look over to the bed where his Lexie lay sleeping peaceful. The other boy looked so angelic like that, like nothing in the world mattered. Harry knew that when his Lexie was asleep, that he was the most vulnerable. Because when he was asleep, his emotions broke through. Harry could guess when his Lexie was sad, frightened, or anything else. The emotions showed on his face.
/I'm going to use you
And abuse you
I'm going to know what's inside
Going to use you
And abuse you
I'm going to know what's inside you/