A/N: And finally we reach Part Four, the second last chapter. Let say
three cheers! J A big thank you to all those special
people who reviewed Part Three and to Health and Asuka-san for betaing.
This part is
totally dedicated to a scene between Harry and Draco, to those who haven¡¦t
realized it by now, this is a Harry/Draco SLASH fic. I hope you all like this
part.
An extra
note, please ignore all lines you see in there, they were a mistake I can¡¦t
seem to get rid of, no matter what I try. If anybody can tell me how, I will be
forever grateful. J
Please enjoy.
First and Only Love
Part Four
Piano and Flying
Pachelbel¡¦s ¡§Canon in D¡¨ filled the air.
As
he sat leaning against one armrest with his legs stacked on the other, Harry
took up all the space on the long couch that was the only furniture in the room other than a white baby grand piano.
He looked at
the silver-blonde haired boy playing the piano.
Nobody but Dumbledore and Harry knew that Draco played the
piano. Nobody but Draco, and now Harry,
knew the password to the room. And no one but Harry knew how much Draco
depended on it. Before Harry came along, music was the only way Draco had
allowed himself to express his feelings. Without music, he would probably have
lost his mind long ago. No one can keep a tight rein on their feelings
twenty-four hours a day and still remain sane. Music was his only release.
Therefore he allowed no one to hear him play, just like he let no one see his
true emotions. Up till now.
Harry watched Draco as he played, his slender fingers
moving effortlessly over the black and white keys, not swiftly but at their own
pace. His face was devoid of expression, but Harry knew it was not due to the usual reason of hiding his feelings. It was simply
because he was letting himself flow with the music.
Harry loved to watch Draco play the piano. It seemed that other than the time he spent with Harry, he was only happy when he was playing the piano. Therefore, Harry now accompanied Draco every time he practiced piano, which was twice weekly in the night. Another reason was that Draco truly played very well, and he shared almost the same taste in music as Harry. Soothing classical pieces, old, and occasional popular love songs. Sometimes Draco would go for a dramatic piece that Harry tolerated, but never any new age pieces. They both had too many troubles in their life to add to them by giving themselves a headache through heavy metal songs.
Thinking about troubles, Harry sighed. He looked at Draco and wondered if he knew. He would. He seemed to know everything Harry felt. Just like Harry felt everything Draco felt.
Right then Harry was afraid that Draco could feel what he is
was feeling, that he had betrayed his parents, Dumbledore and Gryffindor by loving
Draco.
Harry was rudely interrupted from his thoughts when the softly flowing ¡§Canon in D¡¨ abruptly changed to the opening of ¡§Phantom in the Opera¡¨. In fact, he nearly fell off the couch in shock.
He caught himself before he hit the floor and looked up to see Draco grinning behind the piano. He stopped playing.
¡§Hey, what¡¦s the idea?¡¨
¡§You weren¡¦t listening to me,¡¨ Draco accused.
¡§I was too. You were playing Canon,¡¨ Harry protested.
¡§No,
you weren¡¦t. You were staring off into space
thinking of God-knows-what,¡¨ Draco said matter-of-factly. He got up and walked
to the couch. ¡§Move over.¡¨
¡§No.¡¨ Harry pouted; still mad over the stunt Draco had pulled.
¡§Fine.¡¨ And Draco proceeded to sit on Harry¡¦s stomach.
¡§Okay, okay.¡¨ Harry sat up and moved over to make space for Draco.
¡§You aren¡¦t happy,¡¨ Draco said quietly.
A pause.
¡§I knew I couldn¡¦t hide anything from you.¡¨ He looked over at Draco. ¡§I¡¦m sorry.¡¨
¡§Don¡¦t
be. This has been the best month in the short time that has been my life so far. This is already enough.¡¨
¡§No.¡¨ Harry said with quiet conviction. ¡§It isn¡¦t enough.
It never will be.¡¨
He shook his head slightly, as if to clear it of all his
troubles. Then he turned to look at Draco. ¡§Are you finished for today?¡¨
¡§I guess. Why?¡¨
Harry grinned.
¡§Want to go night flying?¡¨
Outside of music, Draco¡¦s other love was flying. He didn¡¦t love it as much as Harry did, though. To Harry, flying was the release that music was to Draco.
¡§Is this Harry Potter I am hearing? You want to break the rules and go flying at this time of the night?¡¨ Draco teased.
¡§What? Draco Malfoy is afraid of breaking rules?¡¨
¡§Never. Let¡¦s go!¡¨
¡§All right!¡¨ Harry picked up his Nimbus Two Thousand, which stood in a corner. He told Ron and Hermione that he was practicing his Seeker skills in the evenings that he came to watch Draco play piano.
The two boys sneaked down to the Quidditch storeroom where Draco picked a Cleansweep 5.
In five minutes, both boys were zooming through the air, their laughter echoing in the skies.
Harry purposely kept a hold on his faster broom to stay behind Draco. He watched as Draco skimmed ahead, his shoulder-length hair streaming behind him as he let out a shout of delight. Harry laughed and accelerated his speed to zoom past Draco. He did a few loops in the sky before returning to Draco¡¦s side.
¡§We should do this more often,¡¨ Harry said.
¡§Yes. I didn¡¦t know how much I missed the sense of freedom flying gives me until now,¡¨ Draco answered. ¡§Those lessons with Hooch can¡¦t compare to this, flying in the night with only the stars to light us.¡¨ He turned to look at Harry. ¡§I want a try on that broom though.¡¨
Harry grinned. ¡§I expected that. We land
there,¡¨ he pointed to a small field next to the greenhouses, ¡§and exchange
brooms, alright?¡¨
¡§Sure,¡¨ Draco said, already shooting towards the field. They both landed at the same time and Harry handed his broom to Draco. After he climbed on the Nimbus Two Thousand, he turned and grinned at Harry. ¡§Race you!¡¨ And he shot off like a bullet.
¡§Hey! That¡¦s not fair!¡¨ yelled Harry, as he chased after Draco, the superior skills making up for the inferior broom.
Draco turned his head back and laughed. ¡§Since when have you known me to play fair? This is Draco Malfoy, remember? The one who will use every way and means to win, underhanded or otherwise!
¡§Including using my own broom to beat me!¡¨ Harry retorted, adding another spurt of speed to keep up.
¡§Yep! And that too,¡¨ Draco agreed with a laugh. He shot off again, pressing the broom to its fastest speed.
And in the sky, two black shadows were
vividly outlined again the bright moon, one chasing after another in one of the
oldest games ever played.
Finally, the two
tire of the speed and slowed down, flying leisurely side by side in comfortable
silence.
Harry looked at
Draco. He knew he was happy but it didn¡¦t show on his face. It was as devoid of
expression as it was when he had played the piano just now. Sometimes Harry
wondered if Draco had trained himself to hide
his feelings so well that he was incapable of showing them anymore. Despite
that, Harry always knew exactly what Draco felt each moment. He didn¡¦t know
why, he just knew. Perhaps it was because he loved him with a strength and
power he didn¡¦t even know he possessed. It was such a strong and powerful love
that Harry was surprised that he could carry it. Sometimes, he felt that he had
loved Draco since he had been born.
Draco glanced at
Harry. He was thinking again. He always had a blank look on his face when he
was thinking and stared off into space. Again, Draco wondered at the
love and hate he felt at the same time for the black-haired boy. He knew Harry had the same feelings for him. Love that he couldn¡¦t
understand and hate for the person he was. Draco knew Harry hated the cruelness
and viciousness in him, as well as his proud and aristocrat manner. What did he
call it? Oh, snobby. What Harry didn¡¦t know was that Draco hated the
basic goodness in Harry as well. He felt disdain for the way Harry was willing
to sacrifice his own self for the goodness of others. That wasn¡¦t honorable,
that was basic stupidity. So was letting his principles and honor stop him from
winning and saving his life. Still, he knew that he loved this honorable
person. He had since the moment he had met him. In fact, he probably had even before he had met him.
They probably
understood each other better that anyone else did. Or could.
They said that
hate was born from love. Perhaps, love could also be born from hate.
Draco started singing softly, almost unconsciously.
Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Harry turned. It was a song sung by a
Muggle group that Harry had heard before. A song he
had never really noticed until now.
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
and there it goes
I think I've found my best friend
Draco turned to look at Harry. They
smiled, thinking of what the Gryffindors¡¦ and Slytherins¡¦ faces would look like
at the thought of both of them as best friends.
I know that it
might sound more than a little crazy but I believe
Harry
silently snorted. It was more than a little crazy,
alright, it was probably the craziest thing in the world. But still, he
believed it.
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
Harry
murmured the words with Draco. ¡§I knew I loved you before I met you.¡¨ He felt that he had been loving Draco since he had been born.
There's just no rhyme or reason
Only this sense of completion
And in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
No reason for why they had fallen in love. It was just there the moment they
had saw each other. A kind of intensity. A feeling that they had finally found
what they had been searching for their entire lives.
I
know that it might sound more than a little crazy but I believe
I knew I loved you before I
met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
As Draco
sang, the meaning in the words struck him. ¡§I knew I loved you before I met
you.¡¨ ¡§He had
probably loved him even before he had met him¡¨
A thousand angels dance around
you
I am complete now that I've found you
Realization
dawned in both the green and the grey eyes.
Draco looked
into Harry¡¦s eyes and saw the tears filling the emerald jewels. He thought that
he had never seen anything so beautiful.
Harry looked
into Draco¡¦ eyes and knew, even as he felt a stinging in his eyes. There was no
reason for guilt anymore. Theirs was a love meant to be. They were only
complete when they were together.
A/N: Well? Was that too sappy? Drop me
a line to tell me! J
And here is the thanks section I
promised you. First honors goes to Reklaw Enna. I love that girl! She
reviews all the fics I wrote, slash or het and always gives the nicest
comments. This is for you, Reklaw! Next, RatheraMutenwiya ( I am going
to look for your fics the moment I have a free minute, promise!), Anonymous,
Herminone the Goddess, lyra (erm...why no? ) darkchyle (
hope you like this part as well J), ali, Raggona, Puppygal,
Sunny. Matrix14 (You know how I feel about your review), Dia
(I promise to send this to you as soon as possible, really!), Cairnsy
(Thank you! I promise Percy another scene, not in this series though, in
another one), Rhysenn (You probably won¡¦t like this as it¡¦s sappyJ) and
lastly Liz ( my idea of hate stemming from love came in another
direction, but yours work too! By the way...did you review twice or is it
another Liz? Many thanks for your strong support anyway!)
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