Hear my music

Chapter 4

Harry sat silent looking to the golden-white moon. His knees hurt and his arms were sinking in their pain, because of the huge amount of work these days. But his inner pain was blind, the worst, never forgettable, like a poisoned whisper marching through his all. Harry longed for love, his capacity to love was never satisfied at her acme. He lusted for his Draco, not even trying to realise when the blonde became ``his`` or when his feelings have changed that much.

Wait, he knew that. The first day at Hogwarts, that pale hand ready in front of him ... Harry never took it, lost his own chance. What an idiot he thought scolding himself.

"Mate, what's wrong?" it was Ron's voice who filled now the dark. "Are you alright, Harry?" Why they always had to think he was mental or something?

"Yeah sure, Ron. Go to sleep. You need to look gorgeous tomorrow."

"If you say so" he answered and in a minute was again snorting.

Harry pulled his knees to him and encircled them with his arms. He stood still for as long as he could remember, meditating, then sleep folded him into his veils.

Everything was prepared. The Burrow itself looked ceremonious with all the candles lightening the place and filling the air with different parfumes. Hermione was over-prepared, (her usual self, no comment) and she managed to have the situation under control. Even if she had to worry about her dress and about her hair, the woman didn't close an eye when it came to mistakes or things like that at her wedding.

One small part of the garden was arranged for taking part at the actual ceremony, which, at first, was supposed to be led by a Chatolic priest, as Hermione wanted. The problem was that the man was a Muggle and he had to be Obliviated after. All the process was too risky and in the end they decided to call for Molly's brother, who has done this before, so he knew how to act.

The guests were about to arrive. The great entrance, garded by the dragon, was all noisy and Harry, being the braidsman, had to welcome everybody. All the old Hogwarts staff was here, including Snape, who surprisingly wore new clothes, or at least they seemed new. Unfortunately, his hair was like always.

Later, after family friends and relatives arrived, people from the Ministry started to come, all of them colleagues with Ron and Hermione. Harry began to feel his heart aching, a sudden dread forming there. His Draco will never come, even though he sent the letter...

"You lunatic, Harry, what are you doing?"Charile whispered in his ear. "Try to smile, it's a wedding and shake hands, for God's sake!"

He mumbled and rapidly recovered from his dream state. He raised his eyes from his shoes and Draco Malfoy was standing there, with an unknown expression on his face. Gray eyes, so beautiful, all that Harry wanted...

"Dra... Malfoy" the dark-haired man found himself nearly shouting. He instantaneous grabbed Draco's hand and shook firmly more than necessary or normaly. He simply wanted to touch that alabaster skin, wanted to drag the blonde in a quiet and safe place, wanted to have his hands all over him, possibly kiss him, anticipating how those lips would feel...

"That's enough, Potter" his cold voice said but his glare never left Harry. "Don't make me blush, please" he added sarcastically, "I don't want to pick up myself from the ground after you please me more with that passionately look on your face." he continued mocking and the other man just left him there, making for another couple who just Apparated.

I'm not going to tolerate his behaviour. I can't turn crimson every time he says things like that. God, I'm a lost cause! Harry talked into his head while chatting with the woman in front of him.

Draco Malfoy was never treated like this. Never. Who the hell thought Potter he was? Annoyed, he followed the other people in the garden. He observed that everyone was whispering around him and caught a bit of a small conversation somewhere behind him.

"... yes, Malfoy. I wonder what he is doing here. Is he even invited?"

"Of course he is, Aurora. He would have never passed Harry and Charlie if he wasn't. But I wonder why..."

Draco had to restrain his fists severly burried in his palms, facing the urge to hit the couple behind him. He wasn't some scum to be treated like one. These people knew nothing about how to behave in public.

And the Potter git, almost made him blush. He had to think about kissing a girl to merely control his blood pressure. Draco wasn't sure anymore if he knew exactly how to react around Harry Potter. The subject gave shivers along his spine and he started to day-dream. Was he really prepared for this?

Ron was nervous as he stood there, in front of all the people, expecting for his bride. His uncle, Barny, gave him soothing looks as the music started and finally Hermione was coming. She really was pretty today, beautiful. The white dress touched the grass and her eyes were sparkling.

After a few moments, the ceremony began and Harry fidgeted in his chair, stifling his need to turn around and see if Draco was still there. In his ears the music chanted like all the heavens because he imagined one pale hand stretched onto his direction and his own fingers putting there a small ring. But for now... pay attention, Harry Potter, he scolded mentally.

"Yes, I do" Hermione sad with her cheeks flushed and smiling.

"You may now kiss the bride"the prompt answer came and Ron never waited this time.

The crowd started to yell and cheer. Molly had her eyes full of tears as she hugged her daughter-in-law. You could say she was competing with Hermione's mother, who couldn't find enough napkins to wipe off her tears. Arthur was congratulating the couple and everybody seemed happy. Suddenly, Harry spotted blond hair and he knew exactly who was near.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck and congatulations" Draco said with a voice that had no sarcasm in it.

"God, Malfoy, we really needed this."Ron said with a sympathetic look on his face.

"Merlin, Ronald, shut up!"Hermione jumped and gave him a glare. "Oh, that's sweet of you, Draco. I really appreciate this" she continued returning to the blonde, who now had his mouth open and eyes gazing, unable to believe that she was so polite with him.

"What can I say, Granger" he recovered, "I thought it would be appropriate after I was awestruck that you invited me."

"Weasley. She's Weasley now" Ron snarled gaining himself an elbow in the ribs from his wife.

"Not such a big deal, we were classmates, remember? Besides, it was Harry's idea. You should..."

''Wait" he cried out, "POTTER?"

Hermione nodded and Draco turned around to see a red Harry standing and hearing all the discussion.

"Great, Hermione, really thanks" he blurted out, "I surely asked for this, haven't I?"

"My pleasure, Harry" she said with a big smile. "Now... if you excuse us, we have a few guests to entertain"she said and started to lug her husband after her.

Harry was scarlet and apparently not on this planet, his eyes completely spinning in his sockets. Draco was at loss of words and watched Potter couriously. If he understood right, the git had asked that he should be on the guest list. Why on earth will The Golden Boy do that? Draco was missing something. Maybe, just maybe – he was not ready yet to hope for a dream – the dark-haired man really wanted him to be present and wanted to see him, after nearly seven years. He suddenly smiled.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why what?" Harry manged to answer.

"Don't play with me, Potter. Why you invited me?"

What an interesting vision, Harry thought, to actually play with Draco. He would surely enjoy that very much.

"I just did, OK? Nothing spectacular thus far." He turned his back to Malfoy and it seemed as he was leaving the party.

Harry hurried his steps to one side of the garden where was quiet and started to walk a narrow path, entering the forest. To his surprise, Draco followed until Harry stopped and sit on a shrivelled tree bark, covered with moss.

The blonde admired how Harry closed his eyes and listened to the birds twitter. He seemed tensed, with his fists clenched into his palms. His face was now regaining her normal colour, but Draco noticed that his lips trembled as he was intensely watching one spot on the grass.

"Why did you come, after all, Malfoy?" he started with a husky tone.

"YOU DARE ASK ME WHY DID I COME AFTER YOU SEND THE INVITATION?" Draco screamed throwing daggers with his look. "How can you be such a prat, Potter? I wonder if you can walk properly being so arrogant and thinking you can do anything!" the man lowered his voice, but never let go of his glare. He was standing still, expecting an answer.

Harry sat silent, not raising his eyes from the ground. He wanted him to see beyond his reasons, to see how he begged to be loved. But Draco just kept mocking him, like he could not see anything. Maybe he should try to be nice, to open a door for himself.

"You look good today, Dr-Draco"he spoke hesitantly, finally letting his eyes travel over the blond's body. Like always. He smirked when Malfoy's eyes popped up from the sockets and he probably wondered if Potter was mental.

In a second Harry was up to his feet and approached the other man. His face lowered, because now he was taller than Draco with a few centimetres. He breathed faster and watched pleasantly how the gray eyes melted into his. He came closer aware of the fact that the blond didn't move. Harry clashed again their eyes, this time prepared to not let go. He relished the moment, being so close to Draco Malfoy. He knew he had to do something, to start from somewhere and he cleared his throat.

"I really am sorry" he closed his eyes while speaking and felt Draco's breath ache. "...for what happened between you and Zabini. I think I will never understand why you chose him to be your lover. He... was not with you, Draco, he just ..." But Harry's words were lost down on his throat when he felt something wet tickling his cheek.

He never noticed how close he was to Draco until the reality stroke him. His Draco cried and all because of him. Can't hold your stupid thoughts for yourself, Potter? he spoke in his head. His eyes sparkled like diamonds and Harry felt wetness gathering at the corner of his own eyes. No, he will not cry. He will do his best to comfort Draco, he wants to do this.

The man in front of him now looked like the boy in their sixth year back at Hogwarts. With his eyes clenched shut and chocking with tears, Draco parted his lips to feel the wind breeze drying his reddened flesh. Potter was such a git. Saviour of the Wizarding World, my arse! He can't even save somebody from chocking with their own tears! Draco thought. But he had never expected what happened next.

Harry Potter wiped off his tears with his own hand, touching his smooth cheeks and he suddenly brought Draco to his chest. At first he squeezed him as trying to remember something and then burried his face in his hair, inhaling the scent. He stroked Draco's hair with his light hand and placed a kiss while loosening his grip.

The blonde was astonished. In a flash, the forest was no longer forest and the whole world was spinning. Had he ever hoped for this right now? Certainly not, but he was not going to say no. Potter was far too warm and his arms were far too comforting and protective, things which Draco wanted right away. So, he let the man cradle him, whisper soothing words to him, until he felt his face clean and dry. He didn't know why he cried, but he couldn't remember the reason as being connected to Blaise.

No, he missed love, eyes watching over him with lust filling their colour, arms encircling him, words kindling his inner fire and passion. Potter had known how to make him feel better, he tried and apparently succeded. But why, Draco asked himself. He could not see one small reason for this as he regained his composture. Oh, his hand on Draco's skin, the sensation made him shudder and he decided to be attentive to what Potter might say.

"I didn't mean it, Draco, really. I didn't think it would be such a sore subject for you" Harry tried to find his words, now staying at a normal distance and letting the other man catch his breath.

He was again called ``Draco`` by the dark-haired man. Again. And he was happy; he felt something new spurting from his wounds. They healed when he was near Potter, like they never even existed. It was not the first time Draco felt like that. It happened before and he knew why. Oh, no, he will not let this chance fly away!

"It isn't anymore. I think I'm about to let it go" he smiled, making Harry stare. "I didn't mean it either, the part with the invitation"he snorted, amazed that he was apologising, even if it didn't sound like a proper apology.

Draco didn't know what to do, so he sat on the bark Harry sat before. It all seemed so weird, like he was again an adolescent and this was a first date.

"I had my reasons to invite you, Draco. Please, let me call you Draco?"

He now needs approval?

"Yeah, sure, after you called my like that for about ten times until now..."said Draco amused.

"Malfoy, don't pull my leg! Can't you just be a good boy and listen to what I want to say?"

Draco burst out and in an instant started laughing.

"What is it?"Harry spoke between his teeth. The blonde was trying ro piss him off or what?

"Y-you..."he began. "You think I'm a pet, Harry Potter, so I can be a good boy?"he continued laughing. "Please, go on. I want to hear what you have to say."

Harry stood marveled, watching how happy Draco was and discovering that he loved the way the man laughed. It was something new to him. He had never heard Draco laughing in such a manner. His action seemed true, spontaneous.

"Speak, Potter. You were talking about some reasons, am I guessing right?" His jacket had now the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and Harry could not refrain himself from noticing the pale skin. He asked himself if Draco's skin was that pale on his whole body and closed his eyes remembering earlier how his cheek was so smooth and the way he raised his eyes to watch Harry when he held him.

He knew he had something for Malfoy for a long time, but standing so close to him was pure pain because he could not touch him. Today, when he finally had the chance to hold him in his arms, he felt like the entire world faded and they were just Draco and Harry, not wearing their names.

First of all, Harry was sure he felt a strong physical addiction by now – not attraction, that was long ago gone – but he was unsure if his feelings were shared.

"As I was saying, I had my reasons to invite you, Draco. I know you felt strange when you got my note that night, really sorry for the late hour"he tried to smile by adding that, "but I don't think I want to have you as my enemy anymore."He paused, looking straight into the blond's eyes.

"Can I ask you something?"replied Draco instead, avoiding his little confession.

"Sure."Harry answered cautious.

"Why didn't you laugh at me when I cried, earlier?"

"I have already told you, Draco. I don't want to be your enemy anymore. The war really lightened me and I don't want to lose people I care, not anymore. The people I lost were enough for a lifetime."

Was he going mental or Potter just included him in the category of the people he cared about? This was not possible, not even right, for God's sake...

Talking to Potter like this, no barrier between them was like talking to an old friend. And Draco knew why he felt this way. His entire obsession with the man in front of him was the fruit of something much stronger. But he had no idea how to tell Potter about this, he again felt helpless. His wretched existence felt so pointless in this moment.

"Draco" said the man putting a protective hand on his shoulder. "It's hard for me to ask you something today, after all that time we loathed each other, I know you suffered a lot after that Zabini fool, but you have to trust me for now. I..."

Don't say anything stupid, please. I don't know how to handle this, Draco prayed mentally.

"...am sorry that I made you cry and that I, you know, somehow took advantage of your state and..."

"Don't" Draco almost screamed, "I mean, don't be sorry...for anything. You never took advantage of me" oh, taking advantage is good with you, Harry, he thought and gasped in shock after he realised he called him ``Harry``. And... Ahhh, how can he think about Potter like that? God, his body really has supressed needs!

In a second, he was up to his feet and decided to rejoin the party, before he sank into a day-dream with Harry Potter. Also, someone might have noticed he was missing, better keep away the rumours.

Harry noticed what Draco was about to do and his knees melt. Now, that he has a chance, he will use it. Hopefully, Draco was not so blind to not figure out his intentions by now, or at least a small part of what he truly wanted. After all, the truth always hurt and was the heaviest and longest way to achieve your goals.

"I want you to go out on a date with me, Draco" he said hasty, although trying to keep his calm, and outlining the word ``date``. A reaction, please? Merlin, why he was looking like that at him?

"WHAT?"

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Author's note: Now. I know Snape is supposed to be dead, but I need him to be here because he will have an important part to play in the next chapters.

It was a little weird for me to write this chapter, because I didn't want to make mistakes. Forgive me if I did, sorry. I didn't expect the wedding to stretch for two chapters, but apparently the story asks for it.

Also, I'm happy that I have a mind full of ideas for the next chapters.

Thank you for reading my story and please forgive my grammar or spelling mistakes, told you English is a language I am now trying to learn better.

Awicca