Right so, the Author made a boo-boo... I sceduled thier exam week too early and made Chapter 6 too early... sigh Oh well. Such is the life of University. Anyway, I want to first applogize for taking so freaking long to put this chapter up, but on the bright side, I have chapters 8 and 9 written up and almost typed, so you won't have to wait so long next time. But I have an alterior motive for posting this now on this September the 7th 2007.

Its my birthday!! I'm 21!! This is my birthday present to all of you who read this today and review! Anyway, thanks for not getting agravated (or at least not sending me messages about being agravated) and patient. I hope you enjoy!

With out further ado, the next chapter!


Monday December 5th

"Trust me, if I could get out of this situation now I would."

"Well, we need to think of something before you graduate."

"That is four years from now you realize that, don't you?"

"Yes, thank you I do in fact know that."

A knock sounded at the door. "Drake! We need to practice that new song; Sev is coming to rehearsal today."

The blonde junior sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yah, I know. I'm coming."

The door opened, showing Hermione's face. "I know that you two are trying to figure out what to do with your less than satisfactory situation, but Draco, you've been ignoring everything…"

"I know Hermione." He snapped, before he groaned and sat heavily on his bed.

"Christina…"

Christina Biagi stood up from the seat that she had been occupying. "Of course, we can finish this later. We do have some time after all." She walked out of the room with a calculated purpose pausing in the door frame looking to the right and nodded sadly, acknowledging a person in the hall before exiting the dorm to the left.

Hermione walked into the room and crossed her arms under her chest. "Draco. Dwelling over this isn't going to make it any better. You have four years to figure a way out of this. In the mean time you've been ignoring everything and everyone. It's getting to be unhealthy."

"Well Hermione." Draco snapped and stood up raising himself to his full height and looked down at his friend, "I came back from a miserable break. My father, the asshole that he is introduced me to some of his darker business partners and I was…" he broke off took two steps away to the side and turned away from his friend. "I'll be at the practice room in a few minutes. I'll see you there Hermione."

The bushy haired girl stood in the spot, as if unable to move, she was so shocked. She did however manage to move when a gentle hand brushed her shoulder. "'Mione, I'll take it from here." Harry smiled softly and looked at his boyfriend who was facing the wall, one hand bracing his leaning body, the other in a pocket.

She sagged. "Thanks Harry." She said just as quietly back.

Once Hermione had left the room Harry kept staring at the back of Draco's head, before speaking, "Draco…"

"I can't keep going like this Ver. What the hell am I supposed to do? He sent the documents today. They're iron clad. Neither of us can get around it…"

Harry opened his mouth in an attempt to say something to his despairing boyfriend when Draco snapped around and caught him with his mouth open. "Don't you dare tell me that it will be okay. I will not here that from you. I'm working to fix this so that I can be with you. Be with you with out having to hide from my family, from the world! I will not relegate you to the 'mistress'" Draco practically spat the word, "position in my life. So don't you dare tell me it will be okay until I fix this." Draco's silver eyes were glowing with intensity as he stared at Harry, his shoulders hunched as he leaned down and towards Harry.

Harry's back straightened almost painfully, his eyes showing all the sadness he felt for his boyfriend. He stayed silent for a few minutes staring intently at a slightly out of breath Draco before he spoke slowly, softly and carefully. "I wasn't going to say that. I was going to tell you to calm down. You're pushing everyone away from you, even me." He took a step forward slowly towards Draco and put a gentle hand on his boyfriend's unshaven chin and softly kissed his lips, pulling away almost immediately and stepped back. "If you need me, I'll be n one of the practice rooms with Maria to stand in for Chris since he's off campus this weekend. After that I have Choir and I don't know what after that." Harry still spoke in the same soft and soothing tones and took his hand off of Draco's face with one final caress and went to walk out the door.

"Ver…" Draco's voice sounded pitiful as Harry stood in the door frame, his pensive face turned back to look at Draco, vibrant green eyes asking a silent question. "I…" Draco was at a loss for words, but felt his whole being lighten, as if a heavy pack was taken off when Harry smiled and patted the door frame on his way out.

The white blonde sat heavily on his bed sighing and put his head in his hands. Harry had been right, he needed to calm down, or else nothing would go right. His first thought to solving the issue of being engaged had gone to his trust fund. Unfortunately as soon as he remembered that, he immediately had to dismiss it because it didn't mature until his 25th birthday which was still four years off and his father would see him safely married before his birthday in June. He even considered a divorce, but even keeping up the pretense of being engaged and then married to Christina would strain his relationship with Harry, and he wouldn't do that to him. Not after all that Harry had already gone through.

Draco fell back on to his pillow and moved his body into a sleep position, kicking one of his shoes off in the direction of his door which hadn't closed totally when Harry left, shutting it with a resounding thud. He then let himself fall into an exhausted and dreamless sleep completely forgetting about the rehearsal he had.

Harry walked down the shaded paths of Bishop College rapping his light jacket tighter around himself, silently cursing himself for not grabbing one of his heavier sweatshirts instead of the jacket. He shifted the guitar case on his shoulder as he walked up the steps of the Bislerli practice building. Reaching into his pocket for his wallet he pulled it out and was about to swipe his ID card through this lock when he heard his name being called and turned around.

"Harry! I'm glad I caught you before you went in!" Maria said as she jogged up the stairs to stand beside him. "You know how it gets when some one goes in there with out a designated room to meet people in. Everyone gets lost." She smiled brightly and Harry returned it readily.

"I do know that. But I was going to wait for you inside. And if you didn't show up after awhile, I'd have left." Harry said sticking his tongue out at the junior girl.

"You are a brat." But her smile only brightened in response. "Shall we go in then? Out of the cold and into the," She paused dramatically and said with wide eyes and wiggly fingers, "The Bislerli Triangle!"

The two singers stared at each other for a moment before bursting into hysterics, Harry calmed down first opening the building before he turned to Maria as she stepped into the building and asked, "Do you want one of the sound proof or regular rooms?"

She paused listening to the surroundings, before saying, that she'd prefer the regular rooms and lead the way down one of the first hallways looking for an open room. As it was getting close to finals and their Winter Concert the practice room in the building were almost always full and students had taken to practicing anywhere and everywhere on campus; hallways, bathrooms, the gym locker rooms, the silent rules were even bent for the library. The pair ended up trekking up to the fourth floor before they found an open one.

"I thought we were never going to find one!" Maria said sighing in relief as she sank down onto the bench of the small piano that was in every room in the building.

Harry grabbed the other chair in the room and a music stand that stood in the corner and pulled out his green electric Fender, Dragon, and hooked it up to the small amp that was also, in every room, and smiled at Maria with an expectant look. "You have the sheet music right?"

All blood rushed from Maria's face before it rushed back creating a bright pink blush t hat covered her entire face. "Oh shit. I'll be back as soon as I can." She rushed to the door and stopped to glare at Harry, "Don't move from this room and don't tell anyone I did this." And with that, she ran out the door leaving Harry laughing and shaking his head.

He started plucking out notes, putting Dragon in tune and began playing chords while he waited for the junior to return. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Harry looked up at the window in the door, smiled and waved in Ron and Hermione. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Not much." Hermione said leaning up against the wall and smiled, "What are you up to?" Harry smirked, "Waiting for Maria to get back. She forgot something in her room and rand back to get it. I'm standing in for Chris while he's off campus."

Ron nodded, "Cool man." He suddenly looked serious," Hey, how's Draco doing? 'Mione said he was still a bit snippish earlier and he didn't come to the rehearsal we just had."

Sobering, Harry sighed, "I think he'll be okay, and guilty that he missed the rehearsal. But this ha hit him really hard. I think he thinks this will ruin our relationship." He ran a hand through his thick black hair and let out a deep breath. "He's stressing out about this a little too much. But he's so torn. He wants the opportunities his fathers name will give him, running the Orchestras and music studios is a dream for him; so he doesn't want to get disowned. And yet at the same time, he wants to stop bring his fathers puppet. It's choosing between a rock and a hard place."

Hermione gave a cry smile. "I can see how that'd affect him. He would try and choose between those. I've known him for almost seven years now," Harry shot her a confused look so she clarified before going on, "I met him in high school, freshman year. We went to the same boarding school. I was on scholarship, he wasn't, but we got along really well. Strangely enough, it was because we were always competing for the top placement in school either in grades or on the stage. Anyway, in all the years I've known him, he's been trying to figure out a way out of his fathers grasp, but wanting what he could get through him." She sighed heavily and shook her head.

Ron rolled his eyes. "I still think he could act less like a drama queen." He said startling the two other occupants of the room, who stared at him silently before laughing hysterically. After a second, Ron joined in and when they calmed down Ron smiled widely, "In other topics, Hermione and I were wondering if you had any time later this afternoon. We know you have choir, but if afterwards you had some time, we need your vocal talents."

Harry raised his eyebrow, and indication of how much time he spent his boyfriend, and asked, "Yeah I have some times. Why do you need my vocal talents?

"We're writing a son silly." Hermione said, "Neither of us has a voice worth anything and yours is almost perfect for the style of the song we're doing, plus, you can help out with the guitar too."

"Yeah, sure, I'll do it. Do you want to meet I one of the larger rooms downstairs after rehearsal?" Harry said smiling brightly.

"Sounds great. We'll meet you there." Ron reached out and ruffled Harry's hair and laughed. "See ya!"

"Bye Harry!" Hermione said and they both went to the door when Maria came rushing in. They greeted each other and spoke some of meeting for lunch the next day and then Ron and Hermione went out the door.

Maria smiled happily holding up the sheet music, and handed half to Harry. "Okay, so there's the music, we'll start from the beginning, yeah?" She smiled brightly as Harry adjusted the music stand and sheets, when he was done he nodded.

He started playing and after a few measures into the song, Maria's clear voice rang through the room.

Sometimes I imagine the world without you
But most time I'm just so happy that I ever found you
Its a complicated web
That you weave inside my head
So much pleasure with such pain
We always always stay the same

I'm feeling the way you cross my mind
And you save me in the knick of time
I'm riding the highs I'm digging the lows
Cuz at least I feel alive
I never faced so many emotional days
But my life is good I'm feeling you
I'm feeling you

You go and then I can finally breath in
Cuz baby I know in the end you're never leaving
Well we rarely ever sane
I drive you crazy and you do the same
But your fire fills my soul
And it warms me up like no one knows

I'm feeling the way you cross my mind
And you save me in the knick of time
I'm riding the highs I'm digging the lows
Cuz at least I feel alive
I never faced so many emotional days
But my life is good I'm feeling you
I'm feeling you

They ran through the song once and Maria smiled. "That sounded great Harry. Can we start at the measure before the first refrain? I want to work on that, its sounding a little strange."

Harry nodded and began playing.

I'm feeling the way you cross my mind
And you save me in the knick of time
I'm riding the highs I'm digging the lows
Cuz at least I feel alive
I never faced so many emotional days
But my life is good I'm feeling you
I'm feeling you

Harry smiled and looked up, "Maybe if you changed those few notes, that way, it wouldn't sound so disjointed." He said pointing to a measure in the middle of the refrain.

Maria considered it and nodded, "'Kay then, we'll do this…" She pulled a pencil out of her hair and marked points on the sheet and then they went through the song again. "Much better, thanks." She said with a smile.

They went on like that for awhile before Harry looked down at his watch. "Shit! I'm going to be so late!! Madame Hooch is going to murder me!" He spoke quickly as he packed up his guitar. "I'm sorry Maria! I'll talk to you later!" And with that he rushed out the door leaving a chuckling, chestnut haired junior mezzo-soprano to pick up the pieces of sheet music that had fallen in the rush Harry had been in to get to choir.

Harry had to run down four flights of stairs, down the main path, through the short cut in the student center, and up two more flights in the St. Paul Lecture building, that was really just two huge flat rooms with intense acoustics on each of the three floors for all of the large band, orchestra and choir classes. When he reached the door to the class Harry was breathing heavily and cursed as he heard the choir starting their warm-ups. He decided that it was already too late for him to slip in unnoticed so he took a second to regain a normal breathing pattern and heart rated, fixed his wind blown hair and adjusted the guitar strap and opened the door quietly as he could.

"You are late Mr. Potter." Madame Hooch said sternly with out looking at the door..

Harry winced, "I know, I'm sorry Madame." He put his guitar case on the wall and quickly took his place among the tenors.

The silver haired professor gave him a stern glance before resuming the warm-ups. When they finished Madame Hooch began her announcements. "As you are all no doubt aware, the Winter Concert is the first day of Finals. For you, it will be your choir final, your orchestra final, and your band final, depending on which of those you are in. It is at this concert that I ask the four section leaders to pick one of their own for a solo. Section leaders step forward."

Harry stepped forward from the tenors. Christina stepped forward for the sopranos as well as Dean Tomas for the basses and Lavender Brown for the altos. Dean Christina and Lavender all looked at each other and unanimously pointed at Harry. Lavender saying, "Madame Hooch we choose Harry Potter as the soloist."

Before Harry even had a chance to argue, Madame Hooch nodded, and turned behind her to pick up the music, Very well then. The son we'll be doing is an arrangement of 'Keep Holding On' a contemporary song, performed by Avril Lavigne. It was originally done with an orchestra, but we will bee doing it a cappella. You have a few moments to look through the music before we go through it once." Which she had been speaking she passed the music to the section leaders and one very stunned Harry.

Several minutes later she hit the opening notes on the piano and the choir hummed, committing their note to memory. The versus and the first refrain were to be sung by Harry as a solo, with a rather intricate source of harmony behind him until the second refrain when the choir joined in a four voices in one.

You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

La da da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da da

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Keep holding on
Keep holding on

There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

After they ran trough the song she had them go through it again, stopping them at parts, requesting the sopranos to re-sing a part, and the basses another, before starting the song over again only to have the professor start picking on Harry specifically and the altos, before turning her wrath on the tenors telling them that they seemed like they weren't even trying because Harry wasn't there to lift them up.

When the hour and a half rehearsal/class ended everyone was exhausted and grumbling about something or going to top by the library café and get a hot beverage for their poor abused throats.

Harry went to pick up his guitar and turned to see Deal, Lavender and Christina smiling at him, "You three are evil." He gave them a mock glare before saying, "Anyone want to get a tea before my throat brakes? I have another rehearsal in a little while. His glare slowly turning into a smile as he spoke.

The four section leaders laughed and walked out the get tea from the library, Dean and Lavender taking the lead leaving Harry and Christina behind them. It was an awkward silence.

Christina spoke first. "Harry… You know I would never…"

Harry held up his hand, "Please, I know. Your families are different; your fathers especially. I don't blame this on you. I'm sure you had nothing to do wit this. Draco's father is just a bit of a bastard." He said the lat with no little sarcasm.

Christina let out a dry laugh. "His isn't the only one. My father knows I already have someone. He just doesn't approve." She stopped speaking for a while as they walked into the library and waited in line to order, "Daddy doesn't like that Adam is not from money. He… he owns a garage and rides motocross. Daddy doesn't think that Adam is good for me, and now he's effectively maneuvered me into a marriage I don't want. I haven't told Adam yet. I don't know how…" When she got to the front to of the line she ordered a medium green tea an, paid and waited for Harry to order his own black tea and pay.

When they stepped away from the counter Harry told Dean and Lavender that he and Christina were leaving and that they'd see them at dinner. The bass and soprano stopped arguing about the merits of their vocal parts in the song, just long enough to say by and see you later, before they started in on each other again. Rolling his e eyes he gave Christina a sardonic smile and lead her out of the library and back to the Bislerli practice building.

They were standing on the steps slowly drinking the hot liquids, letting it sooth their throats before Harry said anything to break the silence. "I think that there is really only one way for this to be resolved." He gave Christina a long look letting their eyes do the talking. When the reasoning behind his stare hit her, Christina's face was a mixture of astonishment and wonder.

She took a sip of her tea, schooling her features to a neutral expression. "Well then. If that's the way it has to be. I'll have to talk to him about it, but I'll let you know how it goes." Nodding hear head slightly she gave him a small waver and walked away.

Harry nodded back and pulled out his ID card, again, and swiped himself into the building and walked into, going directly the second floor and started looking through all the small windows in the doors looking for Ron and Hermione. When he found them, he knocked and went in at their waves. "Hey guys." His voice croaked slightly and he coughed, "Sorry, Madame Hooch was evil today." He smiled charmingly and scratched the back of his head with his free hand before removing the guitar from his shoulder propping it up on the wall.

Laughing Ron shook his head, "Man, that woman is always evil." He twirled one of his drum sticks as he sat behind a standard drum set, Hermione sat in from of the standard piano and smiled brightly.

"Okay, so, while you're letting your voice recover and finish your tea, I'll tell you about the song." She said starting in on business, handing him several sheets of music and gestured of him to sit in the free chair. Harry took the papers ad sat down taking the last sip of the tea as he did so. "This song is four our Modern Song writing class, it's kind of ballad-y and very smooth. Basically it's a bout a person who is having problems being adventurous and the singer is telling him how they can still have adventures indoors, before saying that they best thing they could do for themselves is to leave the house. Professionally speaking, I think it's one of those songs that really move the listener and helps them to feel not so alone."

Harry sat there listening to her as he looked at the lyrics and notes. It was a beautifully written song. "This looks amazing guys." He said as he took the last gulp of tea and put the cup on the floor next to the chair. He hummed the first few bars with perfect pitch ad smiled. "I'm really excited for this."

Ron grinned widely. "It's technically our final project for the class. We're supposed to perform it, lay it down on a track and do it all the editing our selves. We asked if it would be okay if we had non outside singer do it, and Professor Vector said it was cool, so we asked you."

"I'm really flattered." Harry said honestly. As a freshman being asked to perform for a Junior or Senior project it was a big deal, it very rarely happened and only when the freshman was extra ordinarily talented, and already he'd been asked for two separate projects for very different projects.

"Yes well, don't let it go to you head. We don't want you turning into Draco after all." Don said cheekily.

Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked her friend upside the head, gently. "If we're done chit chatting? Can we go through it once?"

Both boys sobered up and nodded. Ron started playing and Hermione was lightly playing in the background behind him. Harry followed along and started singing.

Check your pulse it's proof

that you're not listening to

The call your life's been issuing you

The rhythm of a line of idle days

Scared of a world outside

you should go explore

Pull all the shades

and wander the great indoors

The great indoors

Lamplight makes the shadows play

And posters take the walls away

The T.V. is your window pane

The view won't let you down

So put your faith in a late night show

I bet you didn't even know

Depends on how far out you go

The channel numbers change

Scared of a world outside you should go explore

Pull all the shades and wander the great indoors

Though lately I can't blame you

I have seen the world

And sometimes wish your room had room for two

So go unlock the door

And find what you are here for

Leave the great indoors

Leave the great indoors

Check your pulse it's proof

that you're not listening to

The call your life's been issuing you

The rhythm of a line of idle days

After they went though it once, Hermione smiled brightly. "This is going to be a fantastic track when we record it."

They went through it several more times, taking breaks to fix a second or two adjust a note or a word choice, and were there for a few hours reworking n it. Suddenly Ron's stomach started to growl. Harry and Hermione stopped mid-sentence to look at him. Ron shrugged and said, "Well I think we've been at this long enough. Pansy is probably wondering where I am as, according to my stomach, its dinner time."

The three of them laughed and gathered d up their things and walked out the door, narrowly avoiding three people who saw them leaving ran into the room that had just been vacated.

As they walked out of the building they ran into Pansy and Blaise. "Hey Harry! Wanna join us for dinner?" We're going to Ors," Blaise said as he came up and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"Yeah, come and chat with us. I think Seamus, Nev, Pavarti and Hannah are down there too." Andy said smiling reaching for, and grabbing Ron's hand.

Harry though for a second before shaking his head. "Naw, I think I'm gonna go check on Draco. See how he's doing."

Pansy smiled. "When I went to see if he wanted to go to dinner he was sleeping. But he might, no scratch that, he'd very much it if you went to see him."

Smiling softly, Harry said bye to his friends and went towards his dorm building as they went to the smaller of the two cafeterias on campus. He breathed in the crisp late November air and sighed walking back through the shaded pathways of the campus. He watched groups of people walking along singing in harmony and others arguing about different aesthetics of song writing. When he got to his ivy covered building he took out his lanyard and shuffled for the correct key to opening the door and stepped inside the side entrance. Taking the stairs two at time, he raced up to the third floor where he lived. He entered the hall to the normal muffled sound of instruments and voices and people studying the common room. He waved at them and then quietly opened the door to Draco's room, ignoring the coos from the girls on the blush leather couches and shut the door quietly behind him.

Draco's room was dark and quiet, the normally bright room with its strange artistic posters, full length mirror, impeccably clean desk and tidy book shelves was in shadow. Harry carefully put Dragon down against he wall, took his shoes and coat off and tiptoed over to the edge of the raised bed and brushed the strand of silky blonde hair off his boyfriends face. At the light touch, Draco's silver eyes fluttered opening surprise only to soften and smile when he saw it was Harry. "Hey there." His voice was thick with sleep.

Harry smiled. "Hey to you too." He kissed Draco lightly on the lips, "Scootch over."

Draco blinked. "Why?"

"So I can get it with you. Duh." Harry said softly, with a s shy smile.

"Oh well then." Draco grinned and moved farther away from the edge of the bed and closer to the other side, pulling his covers down and climbed under opening his arms to his beautiful boyfriend.

Harry had taken off his glasses and put them on the dresser and then climbed in with Draco. Snuggling in closer to the warmth of his boyfriend.

Wrapping his arm tight around the smaller man Draco sighed contentedly.

Right before Draco drifted off to sleep again he heard Harry say, "Draco, You might want to stay away from your godfather tomorrow."

He yawned, Why?"

"Because you missed rehearsal."


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