Warning-Harry and Draco slash! It means that Harry and Draco have a sexual relationship if you don't like boy on boy action then what the hell are you doing here?! Author's note at the end.
Cast:
PlayingHarry in the past life will beJade!
Draco isDraconian!
Voldemort isDuke Valmont
Additional Cast:
Harold: Jade's boss: Owner of the Moulin Rogue.
Toulosue: Draconian's friend.
Unconscious Argentinean: Another friend of Draconian. Acts in theSpectacular, Spectacularas the poor sitar player.
Let the show begin!
Echo's of thePastLives:MoulinRouge
Dreams, Songs and Whores...
Draco ran down the hall quickly, hoping that he had everything for Transfiguration. Those damn dreams had returned again and like any of the Slytherins would dare to wake him when he was asleep so he ended up sleeping through of all breakfast and now was running late. As the blonde turned the corner he ran into someone. They collided and their things fell to the floor.
"Damn!" Draco swore as he dropped his books on the ground. "Watch where you're going moron!" He bent down to pick his fallen book up and looked up to see whom he was cursing at.
Harry Potter's stunning emerald eyes stared back at him. That gave Draco a pause... Since when were Potter's eyes stunning? Yes he had been dreaming about the boy for three weeks straight but they were just dreams.
Harry was giving him a weird look and the slytherin realized that he had been staring at Harry for awhile without saying anything. Before he could say anything Harry sidestep him and kept on walking to his own class. Draco shook his head and picked up his books. Draco made it to Transfiguration just in time but with Harry still on his mind.
The blonde sat the in back and paid attention for five minutes before slipping into a daydream. The dreams he had been having of late were weird to say in the least. It was bizarre because they felt normal like he had actually been living in those times. But it couldn't be, when the hell was he a penniless writer and Harry a whore for a nightclub named Moulin Rouge? And the fact that they were in love made it even more far-fetched. But Draco couldn't shake off the feeling that the dreams were real.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Draco was taken out of his daydreaming by Prof. McGonagall.
"Yes?" Hoping that he wouldn't have to answer a question because he had no idea what they were even learning.
"If you had been paying attention you would have noticed that I asked the class to get into partners and practice the spell on the board." She snapped at him before turning to a group of Hufflepuff's that were having trouble. Draco rolled his eyes and partnered with Blaise who smirked at him.
"So who were you thinking about?"
"Shut-up." The slytherin snapped at him pulling out his wand.
Draco skipped dinner and instead headed for the library. He figured it couldn't hurt to do some research and if he couldn't find anything then it would prove that he was just having crazy dreams. Maybe he was eating something funny and they were giving him dreams of Harry... unlikely, maybe but it was more believable then him being in love with Harry.
Draco walked up to the librarian. "Do you have any 1889 Newspapers from Paris, France?"
Madam Prince looked up at Draco from her place sitting in her chair and pushed her glasses up her nose. "All Paris newspapers are alphabetized in the 'P' section for The Paris Weekly."
Draco thought for a moment. "Muggle or wizard newspaper?" He asked.
The librarian rolled her eyes. "We have both Mr. Malfoy, these is a library after all."
Draco blushed, the tips of his ears going pink from embarrassment, at the rude tone emitting from the vulture librarian. "Sorry." He muttered sarcastically, walking nonchalantly over to the newspaper file side of the huge library.
"D...E...H...I... P!" He pulled out the 'P' drawer. He fingered through the files, and finally found the Paris file.
He took out the section that was the whole year of 1889. He found a table near the back and sat down putting the heavy load of newspapers down in front of him. Draco leafed through the first paper; and was disappointed when he didn't find anything. He was on the third newspaper when he got some unwanted guest.
"Well look here Hermione. Looks like Malfoy's actually doing some kind of research instead of having his precious daddy pay off the school board for some good grades." Ron smirked.
Draco sighed irritably. "Sod off Weasley. I'm busy." Folding the page to read the next article.
"Ron come on he didn't start with us." Hermione said trying to keep the peace.
Ron smiled maliciously ignoring her completely. Then without any warning he pushed over Draco's stack of newspapers so that they fell on to the floor in a mess. Draco stood up ready to pound the smirk off Weasley's face. But a hand grabbed his arm before he could swing it around.
He looked angrily behind him, ready to hex the person. But when he saw Harry standing there looking at him with his expressive green eyes, he just locked up.
"Please don't hit Ron, Malfoy. He's going to be in trouble anyways. The librarian saw him knock over the stack."
Ron gaped at his best friend. "Why the hell are you helping Malfoy for crying out loud?"
"Because-" Snarled Harry. "he was doing nothing and you had to come over here and pick on him. You're almost acting worse than Malfoy."
Ron's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He stalked away pulling Hermione by the hand behind him who threw an apologetic look to Harry before they left the library. Harry sighed and shook his head, he knew Ron would get a long lecture from Hermione once they were alone. Draco stared at Harry, bewildered, and a little angered at the 'You're almost acting as bad as Malfoy' bit.
"Why help me Potter?" Harry just looked at him sadly before walking away, leaving Draco trembling from where Harry had touched him on his arm. The slytherin crouched down to pick up the fallen newspapers and gasped softly at the article on top.
Quickly he picked the newspaper up and muttered a spell so that the rest stacked up neatly on the desk. Draco's eyes were glued to the picture before him. It was in a muggle newspaper, brown at the edges from old age.
Harry's face stared back at him, smiling and blowing a kiss into the camera, his hair was much longer caressing his face as an unseen wind whipped it gently around him, giving Harry's sparkling emerald eyes a wide eyed innocent look, and Harry's lush lips pouting so prettily...
Draco looked at the title of the article. "Moulin Rouge's new Sensational Musical production "Spectacular, Spectacular, A Bohemian Rhapsody." By: Guy Acev. Draco moved on to read the article.
'This coming Saturday night will be the grand opening night for the new sensational play 'Spectacular Spectacular'. The musical will start at 8:00 pm at the ever-famous Moulin Rouge.You can by the tickets at the door, prices are in this order: $20.00 for the first 5 rows, $15.00 for the next five, and $10.00 for the rest. Balcony seats are $50.00. The lead role will be played by none other than the Moulin Rouge's sparkling jewel, Jade.The author of this thrilling romance is Draconian Mallory, a well-known English Author. Mr. Mallory is very happy with the play, and says that the actors and actresses make it feel magical. I've seen a preview folks, and if you want some romance, intrigue, and angst, come see 'Spectacular Spectacular' this Saturday night.'
Draco felt faint, feeling a rush of Deja Vu. The slytherin was stunned beyond belief everything seemed imaginary, how could it be? Draco was really a writer in 1889 and Harry a whore? He stared once more at Harry's delicate, feminine face that was looking back at him with the seductive smile and innocent eyes.
Draco quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking and slipped the paper into his robes. He put the rest of the newspapers back into the filing cabinet and left the library, making his way to the slytherin common room. He spent the rest of the night doing homework but the newspaper was always in front of him, Harry's face staring right back at him.
Draconian Mallory stared out the window of his new flat. The scene before him was beautiful, people singing in the streets or reciting poetry. Very different from the upbringing he had all his life. But he was sick of his life in England he wanted to see the world and right now Bohemianism was the world. So Draconian left only taking his typewriter and what his father called 'a ridiculous obsession with love'.
He was going to be a writer and believe in truth, beauty, freedom and love. There was only one problem. Draconian wasn't sure he really believed in love, Mallory Sr. had always taught his son that love wasn't necessary and not worth the trouble. But Draconian came out here to find love and he would, right after he found a job.
Draconian had just sat down at this typewriter when a body came crashing through his ceiling a rope attached to the unconscious man's leg making him stop with a great jerk. The blonde jumped up and stared at the man in shock.
"Oh dear I'm so sorry about this!" A short man came through his front door and Draconian turned to him.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Sorry about that. He has a problem. Sometimes he just goes unconscious like that." The short man said with a smile. He was wearing an appalling nun's costume Draconian noticed.
"Sorry I haven't introduced myself. Thenardier Toulosue! How do you do?"
Before Draconian could respond to the short strange man a voice got both their attention.
"Toulosue who are we going to get to play the unconscious Argentinean!?" A man with a large fuzzy graybeard asked glasses almost falling off his nose.
Toulosue thought for a moment before turning to Draconian with a smirk.
Draco woke shuddering. He untangled himself from his covers. "Damn!" He cursed when he fell to the floor with an inelegant thud.
He got untangled his body from the sheets and padded over to the bathroom. He took a long shower and came out almost thirty minutes later, drying and getting ready for the day. He smiled winningly into the mirror and frowned when he saw that he hadn't gelled his hair back. He looked at the clock that said "breakfast time". Draco shrugged and rushed down to the great hall, his soft silvery blonde hair caressing his shapely face.
Harry looked up as Draco came rushing into the Great Hall. His breath caught in his throat as the slytherin across him sat down. Draco looked absolutely gorgeous. The familiar ache reached his groin and Harry suppressed a moan. He had liked the slytherin for what seemed ages. Right now was one of those times where he could swear Draco was an angel. Harry knew that the rest of the day wasn't going to be easy as today they had Potions and Care of Magical Creatures with slytherins.
Harry paced the common room ignoring the looks he was getting from his fellow Gryffindors. Ron and Hermione were doing their homework, but casting him concerned looks every five minutes.
'Draco is still so beautiful. It is getting harder and harder to be so cold to him.' He thought running his hand through his hair which was due for a haircut.
The gryffindor headed up to his bedroom and looked through his trunk for a book that he had found the year earlier. After finding it he sat on his bed, exhausted, Harry laid his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling his thoughts revolving around the time when he had first remembered his past life. He had been ten at the time, and had been locked into his cupboard for talking back, and had been beaten and raped by his uncle.
He had dreams all week long, and had finally deducted that he had been a whore in his past life, and was still no better in his new life. Harry's body had shook with sobs, feeling immensely dirty. Harry had been grateful that he hadn't met his past lover Draconian in this life.
But when he had went to Diagon Alley the next year for the first time, he had seen a blonde boy walk into the robe shop, while he was buying his robes. Harry had hid as fast as he could with his package pressed to his chest, his heart beating violently against his torso. He hid from 'Draconian' hoping to never see the beautiful boy again, mortified of what he had been, but more ashamed of what he had become again, but this time even worse, a incestuous whore.
When the raven haired boy had been waiting to get into the great hall, anxiously awaiting the sorting when his past lover had came up to him, Harry panicked, and rejected his past lover's proposal to be friends, feeling too dirty to be in 'Draco Malfoy's' presence.
As time went on, Harry distanced himself more from Draco and time went on not for the better. In the summer he was still an unwilling whore for his uncle and the house slave for his aunt and the punching bag for his cousin Dudley. The days were just getting darker for him and he prayed that soon it would end and that he could finally rest and be free. Harry just wished that the dark lord would actually kill him soon, before he committed suicide himself and with every passing day it seemed that suicide would be much sweeter then this hell of a life. Harry hated himself so much and just ached to end his miserable pathetic excuse of existence.
Harry placed the untouched book on his bedside table and walked back down to the common room, and out of the Gryffindor common room. Making his way quietly to the astrology tower he went over to the ledge and stared at the stars and forbidden forest before sitting down his back against the cold, hard stone.
Harry shut his eyes, and took out the rubber band that bound his hair, his long ebony hair pooling around his face (A/n- I know some reviewer's don't like the long hair but it's not that long just shoulder length.). He sang part of a song he had memorized from his dreams.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" Harry jumped when he heard a voice speak to him from the shadows.
"What, you want me to sleep with you tonight? How absolutely charming." Draco melted out from the shadows smirking down at the gryffindor.
Harry pressed himself up against the wall, fear shining in his exotic green eyes. "No!" He gasped. "Its just a... muggle song." He came up with. Draco frowned when he saw Harry repressing a panic attack.
"I'm not going to hurt you Potter." Draco reached out and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, trying to comfort the fey creature.
Harry shrugged the hand off. "Don't touch me." He hissed at Draco before getting up swiftly and leaving the tower.
Draco had come up here a few minutes before Harry to think when he heard footsteps coming his way, out of instinct he had hid in the shadows to see who it was and was pleased to see it was Harry. But now the slytherin wondered what was wrong with Harry. Draco stayed there out there a little longer before making his way back to his own room not being stopped because he was a Prefect. Again he dreamed that night and right where the last one had ended.
Draconian had been in the room for about ten minutes and already saw that no one liked Audrey's version of the play they were trying to compose and he had to agree it was just terrible, he could write something ten times better! The blonde made a suggestion and they all immediately loved it.
"Why don't do you two write the play together?" Toulosue told Audrey.
"What?! Never I quit!" He stalked to the door and slammed it shut behind him. They all stare at the door for a moment longer before shrugging.
Toulosue turned to Draconian. "Have you ever written anything before?"
"Yes." He lied easily something he learned how to do very well in England.
"Wonderful! We'll get Jade to help us sell the story to Harold." The short man turned to the others who nodded in agreement with him. The Argentinean brought out a green bottle and Draconian had his first taste of Absinthe. As the green liquid burned down his throat the world started to spin in a hazy daze.
In a crazy frenzy they all got in their best suits, Draconian looking the best out of all of them and made their way to the Moulin Rouge where beautiful women and men were dancing everywhere while trying to get the richest customers to buy them for the night. Draconian and the others got a table and watched, occasionally calling out to some of the men and women who passed their table with a smile.
Doors opened from the stage and women in different assortments of dresses stepped smiling at the crowd before singing simultaneously.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
Draco woke up with a gasp.
A/n- So what do you think about the first chapter. If you all didn't get the note Lillie Chan is letting me do this story as she is to busy with college and she's in two bands.
Please if you flame me don't let it be because you think I'm copying her! Again SHE IS LETTING ME DO THIS!
Oh I know it's weird that I didn't change their names in the past lives but I suck at coming up with names so if you have a name that you think would be good for Harry and Draco tell me in your reviews! Thanks ;-)
Sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes!
But please tell me what you think of it! Next chapter will be out really soon.
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