Title: Something Worth Hearing

Sequel to A Second Chance

Author: Dragonsbane

Summary: A poem, a letter and some homework with Granger

A/N: I did send this to Rowenna to beta but im an impatient sod and so im uploading! Next chapter in about a week or 2

Thank You's at end

"Saved"

"It started on a calming dawn

I claimed the hero for my own

A lion he is bound to be

Heart of fire

Bound to me

Upon the rain swept roof of stars

I clamed his mouth for my own

Took him where the clouds do roam

Above the roofs we looked down

And saw the world

All alone

We battled long

We battled hard

His heart and body

Broken

Scarred

I loved him dearly

And in my plight

I nearly lost him

Had no sight

I was however

Saved again

With his heart

He opened my pain

Now the wounds I held lay bare

They shall heal

Like they never were

For he saw what I did not

A wound in my heart

Doomed to rot"

Harry sat as Draco slept beside him in the bed of Draco's Prefect dorm and was reading through 'The Little Book of Feelings'. This had been the third time he had read this poem 'saved' and he felt calm. The poem was about him, he knew this and he felt loved reading it. He looked at his lover and smiled sadly. This man had so many mixed emotions through his time and the only thing that had ever been constant had been Harry.

Either hating him or loving him he was the constant.

Draco shifted slightly in the bed and faced Harry, who looked on him. He looked calm and serene. In sleep his features were completely unguarded. Harry stroked the side of Draco's face gently and Draco, in sleep unconsciously leant up slightly into the gentle caress.

Harry smiled and then turned the page of the book and read the next piece. It was a letter.

"Father

As I sit in my room, as I look out the window I see birds in the sky flying south from the manor. I don't know where they are going to but I have the urge to join them. I once read if you die under an oak tree the tree takes your spirit and sends it to heaven no matter who you are.

Will I need to do that by the time my life is over to make sure I can get into heaven?

Will you make me join the Death Eater's ranks now that Voldemort has returned? For I tell you now I wont let you. I shall not enter my life to him; I'd rather take it myself.

Isn't it a frightening thought? Me, your only son, your only child and the only child you shall ever have is thinking and seriously contemplating suicide. I know mother had complications with me and I know she is unable to bear more children, so your threats of killing me have always been empty for I know you wouldn't want your fortune going to anyone other than me.

I mean it when I say I will take my life.

Even though I know mother will be genuinely upset and I know that you, father shall also be, in your own way, upset. I know you will hide it though as you do every emotion that crosses your heart. I know this as you have instructed me in the same way your father instructed you, and I know you do still have the feelings but you must hide it. You must have an outlet somewhere as I do. This poetry and letter book is where I hide my emotions.

It leaves me to wonder if you maybe, perhaps have something similar.

If not then you truly are dead inside aren't you?

I love you father, I do. I love you more than I can say and I have never shown it. I respect you and I wish I could tell you rather than just writing it down in a letter. I love you I love you.

Even on paper the words look foreign to me.

I can't recall ever saying them.

I know you shall never read this letter and it makes me wonder why I am writing it, seems to me to be a waste of time. Don't you agree? But you cant, as you will never read it.

Good Bye dad

Your son

Draco Alexander Malfoy.

Dragon - king of bad faith"

Harry re read the letter and the pain he could feel Draco felt at the time of writing it. He looked again at Draco who was watching him now, eyes open.

"What did you read?" He asked blearily of his lover.

"A letter to your father."

Draco sat up in bed and looked at the letter in question and then gazed out the window.

Draco, Harry knew, wasn't one for talking with no reason. He was a wonderful listener and when he did talk, it was always worth hearing. Now was one of these moments that he had to talk and Harry had to listen.

"I contemplated killing myself the same night I wrote that. Leaving it by my side however I didn't. As you know I'm still alive and now..." he looked at Harry "...thanks to you I'm mentally sound." He stood and went to the window, wearing black silk pj's and looked out of the window.

"Harry." he smiled slightly as he said Harry's name as though it was the best thing he had ever done. "The first time I called you Harry with no malice was that night on the astronomy tower."

Harry nodded "Yeah, I remember thinking about that."

Draco crossed the room back to Harry and cupped his face in his hand. "I love you… and saying those words to you, they don't sound foreign to me. No, they belong there."

Harry smiled, truly a smile that lit his face and he kissed his lover

"I love you too Draco."

Draco sat beside Harry and Harry wrapped his arm around Draco and placed the book on the bedside table. They sat in a companionable silence until it was broken by an owl at the window.

Harry frowned, he didn't recognise the owl but he saw the look on Draco's face, he did recognise it.

Draco swallowed hard and opened the window the owl hopped in with a screech and dropped a letter on the desk and flew out the window. Draco walked over to the letter and looked at it.

He recognised the writing…

He picked up the letter and the Dark Mark on his arm burned and he winced. Harry looked at him worried, Draco was always good at hiding physical pain and when he showed any outward sign of it, it was cause to be concerned.

"Drake?"

Draco opened the letter and the pain became more intense.

"Draco,

Your father has given me some interesting information, that you are seeing Harry Potter. I am baffled as to why you would want to do this. We brought you up better than that.

I think you should reconsider your choice in partner Draco, for my sake and your father's sanity.

I await your reply.

Narcissa Malfoy."

Draco scrunched the letter into a ball and set fire to it using incendio and disposed of it in the trash.

"Who the hell does she think she is to tell me who and who I cant see!?" Draco was livid at his mother's gall. Harry walked over to him "What is it?"

"My mother…Honestly…"

Sighing Draco shook himself mentally and looked at Harry. "I'm going for a shower, you may as well go too, you have your Quidditch training today."

Harry sighed and kissed Draco "Okay, I'll see you later then."

Draco watched Harry leave and he sighed, he had some Potions homework needing done. Some essay he had to finish about uses of the herb "Loumonite". He hated potions essays however he sighed and went for a shower.

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Draco sat in the library about to tear his hair out over the Runes homework the Professor had assigned. Technically it wasn't due until Wednesday but he wanted to get that out of the way. He had finished the potions essay in about twenty minutes and so he had been fussing over the runes homework.

He had his head in the centre of the book now and he counted slowly to ten and back again. He sighed exasperated at the book, he loathed doing translations of English runes, he had been taught about the French, for his father had an extensive collection of French rune books on the Dark Arts so he was good at the French.

But English runes, their meanings varied from region to region and this was the source of his antagonism.

He had just finished deciphering a passage when he realised he had used the wrong symbols to do so. So now he had to start again.

Runes was a very time consuming subject.

"What's wrong Draco having trouble?"

Draco looked up into the amused brown eyes of Hermione Granger. "Just a bit…" He muttered. He noticed the frazzled appearance Hermione was in and took in the large tome of an Arithmancy book she had in her arms.

"Hermione… I have a proposition"

She raised an eyebrow "Oh?"

"I see from the book you are holding you are having trouble with the Arithmancy work? Now I know you don't like accepting help from anyone I'm the same but I know I am going to do damage to some sort of furniture or even an unsuspecting pupil if I do not complete this Runes work."

Hermione nodded "Arithmancy is evil"

Draco smiled "Deal?"

Hermione nodded and sat beside Draco to help him sort out the mess of his Ancient Rune's homework.

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"No Hermione, its not a seven, its meant to be an eight."

Hermione furrowed her brow and sighed. "Why an eight?"

"Because it is concerning the colour of the eyes not the hair, so it's an eight, now had it been the person's hair it would be a seven."

Hermione nodded "I think I muddle myself with the fact there are different numbers for different reasons…weird"

Draco nodded and sat back in the sofa of the Prefect Room, for after they had finished his work they went back there, as Hermione preferred working in the Prefect Common Room. They finished the calculations and Harry stood in the doorway watching them for a few minutes.

He walked in further freshly showered after the quidditch practice and sat in the sofa across from Hermione and Draco.

Draco looked up from the parchment he and Hermione were poring over. "Harry!" Draco smiled lightly and stood and went across to Harry and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"How was practice?"

Harry nodded "Good, it was good. Herm, you better go to the hospital wing, Ron broke his arm, he told me to come back here and fetch you."

Hermione nodded and closed the arithmancy book and she walked out of the room. Draco looked on the desk and saw Hermione had left her homework sitting. He picked it up and rolled it and placed it in her bag that was sitting beside the table.

Harry smiled at him

"What is it?" Draco asked.

"Thanks."

Draco furrowed his brow "Whatever for?"

"Being civil to Hermione… in fact, more than that you're really trying to make your peace with her aren't you?"

Draco looked down at his own lap causing his hair to fall forward slightly. He sighed.

"The thing is Harry, I was always told muggles and muggleborns were wrong, they were scum. Always, all through my life I had been told this. I…I never had any reason to doubt this.

Until her…

She fucked up my bigoted view and my father's bigoted view seriously. I mean, here is a muggle born witch capable of better grades than the whole damn school put together. So, because she clashed with my theory I hated her more.

Now I know I'm wrong in this, but I cant just drop all the hatred and all the poison, just like she cant. She still hates me, I know that but we want to try and eventually be friends. For your sake Harry. Eventually I want to put it behind me for I know I have no way of living that life anymore, unless I handed you over to Lord Voldemort…which I would rather die than do.

"I asked my father once why purebloods were better than muggles and muggleborns. He said, 'For we have more power as our bloodlines go back so long, so many generations. We are superior.'"

Harry looked at Draco "And what do you think?"

Draco looked at Harry "It's a load of bollocks to be perfectly honest. I mean, if that was the case, Purebloods are indeed way more capable and able, why the hell does everyone run from and bow to Voldemort? He has muggle blood in his veins. Then, you as well Harry, why is he so afraid of you, there must be a reason, and your mother was a muggleborn. Then Neville Longbottom, one of the most prominent pureblood families in the Wizarding world and what? He can barley do the simplest charms.

Then Hermione, if my fathers theory is anything to go by she should be intelligent yes but hopeless at the practical side. But she isn't, she has trouble with Arithmancy. Everything else she is top in, and, for a subject she is having trouble with, she still beats all the people in the classes."

Draco looked upset and Harry moved towards him and lifted his head. "Draco…" he whispered. "…Why are you upset?"

Draco looked into Harry's burning emerald orbs and he sighed "I feel betrayed, my father and mother have controlled me all my life with their lies. I have been lied to my whole life…" Draco closed his eyes, he felt lost. Harry pulled him into an embrace and ran his hand down the side of Draco's face in a comforting manner.

"Yes you have been lied to Draco… not any longer." Draco pulled back from Harry and looked at him as though seeing him in a new light. "I can't believe I almost let you go a few days ago… What the hell would I have done?"

"You didn't though, did you?"

He smiled "No, no I did, you brought me back though."

Draco and Harry smiled at each other, this showing just how much they really did need each other.

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"Add the beetle eyes after the powdered hyppogryff talon and leave to simmer for five minutes and then stir three times anti clockwise every five minutes for half an hour. You may begin."

There was a curt knock at the door and Lucius Malfoy walked into the classroom and threw a disdainful glare at Draco and then a hate filled glare at Harry, who, glared right back.

Lucius went to Snape and whispered in his ear and Snape called

"Draco Malfoy, you are excused."

'fuck' Draco swore under his breath and Harry looked on worriedly.

Draco left the classroom and Harry saw Snape look extremely worried for Draco but he had no choice but to teach his class.

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"Our Dark Lord wishes to have 'words' with you."

Draco stopped in his tracks. "Well Draco? Are you not prepared to face the consequences of your actions?" Draco didn't move, nor did he say anything, he was afraid of his father, of course he was, even though Lucius would never physically harm Draco he knew ways of scaring him, and threatening him other than pain.

Now yes he was afraid of his father and what he could do.

The Slytherin in him told him to go with and grovel at Lord Voldemort's feet and beg not to be killed.

But there was another voice deep inside him telling him to pull his wand on his father. He knew that's what Harry would do. He knew that's what he wanted to do, however he was scared.

"Well?" Demanded Lucius.

Draco looked straight at Lucius "Over my dead body will I go."

Lucius looked shocked. His mouth hung open, his blue/grey eyes had a fire behind them.

"What did you say?" He asked in a venomous whisper.

"You heard me father. I shall not go I refuse to be led to my death."

"He wouldn't kill you all you have to do is get him Potter."

Draco looked sadly at his father. "Father…dad… I can't."

Lucius' face softened slightly, Draco, since the age of eight, had called him 'father', very formal and proper. He hadn't called him dad since he was a young child.

"I can't, as I love him… I know that's difficult for you to hear, but it is true."

Lucius looked on his son for his feeling, he could see he was scared, he could see he felt sick at the confrontation and yet here he was, facing up to the man that had scared him all these years. Standing up to the man that Draco respected above all others.

Maybe the Gryffindor had done his son some good after all?

Draco and Lucius stood for a few moments more and Lucius looked at him.

"Come with me…"

He said this very quietly and Draco almost missed it, but he followed his father towards Hogsmeade…

TBC:  Look out for more please R&R more reviews I receive mean I update quicker.

Thank You's

Christina: That's a good word and I have already incorporated it into my own very strange vocabulary :-D *takes Oliver and Mallowmars* I'm happy!

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Myk: Thanks again for the comments on the interactions, that's the reason this takes so long to update, there's a lot of dialogue. IDK poetry, people liked it and as I have said it's the 'thing' with this story.

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Rowenna: Okay Okay point taken I'll send it sheesh. You exaggerate with the liking of these poems, they are okay…ish… lol

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