A/N: Ugh, whilst I was writing this chapter I was playing A.C.D.C and The Clash so loud that the neighbours complained! How charming. But I think the music goes really well with this chappy!
The reviews were really sweet, I'm glad you all don't think it's to forced!
Chapter thirteen: Music Makes the Hero
Morning came all to fast and Harry was really not in the mood to see every one, Dean had been banging on his door at some un-godly hour (9 o'clock) to find out what was going on with Draco, and then Ginny. Both times Harry had just said he was getting changed, really, how long did they think it took him? They still hadn't come back.
Well, that wasn't really true, they had come back at least 3 times, along with other people, but Harry had music blaring, so loud that the common room could hear it perfectly through the stone walls. It was a mix from Sirius of his favourite Muggle music. Harry loved the stuff, and it made excellent 'leave me alone' other wise know and 'fuck of' music, because you could always tell people you just couldn't hear them knocking, currently he had A.C.D.C's High way To Hell blasting full volume to cover up Hermiones pleading for him to come out and talk to every one.
He was dreading his Ad. Potions, how was he supposed to act around Severus? Could he really call him Sev? No, not likely, but would he be killed for trying? Just how much did Severus remember?
He ignored all the pressing issues in favour of losing himself in the music. Soon he started his martial arts practice, he usually did it every day but he had missed it yesterday, it was a great way to let out all your frustration and Harry found the music helped him to focus. Made him work harder, he imagined himself in one of those movies where the hero was preparing for a major fight and were training like never before with some really heavy beated music in the background. The surrealism was never lost on him, one day he really would need to use the training out on the field. He'd been working for three years to become a fine tuned fighter and one day he would be the hero training.
He had just started his Taikyoku-Shodan kata with Back in Black in the background when Draco marched into the room, throwing back the door with a crowd of Gryffindors waiting eagerly at the door, excited to find out what would happen, some were furious that a Slytherin could have the audacity to be in the Tower. The cleverer ones realised that Draco was the only one keyed into Harry's wards and the only one who could get through without express permission and so he would have had to have been there at the very least once before with out them noticing.
"Hey! I could have been changing!"
"Yeah yeah Har, nothing I haven't seen before." Draco shot him a cheeky grin, "Besides, I know you to well; you always play your music loudly when you want to avoid people." Harry looked crestfallenly at him, and then nervously at the crowd of 10 strong hovering at his door.
"Harry love," Draco grinned following Harry's line of sight, "I know you were worried about telling them, but I have explained it all to them." Draco turned to look at them all at the same time throwing an arm casually around Harry's waist. "Now, if you'll excuse us, Harry's due for an early morning shag." Draco winked and kissed Harry hotly before slamming the door in their faces.
"Bloody Gryffindors, so nosey." Harry was looking at him the same way he had Hermione and Ron before. Had all of his friends gone insane?
"Dray, um, not that I'm complaining, you always were an amazing kisser, but, well what was that all about?"
"Har," Draco lounged on the red four poster in the middle of the room, "I want to know everything about what happened last night. And I mean Details, you are not getting away with 'it was a dare' with me. I just saved your ass, what ever happened you don't seem keen on other people finding out so there for you owe me details."
"Yeah, thanks for that." Harry smiled a genuinely grateful smile.
"Yeah, well it's the perfect excuse for you and mystery boy to spend more time together."
"I don't think mystery man would be very interested in spending that sort of time with me any more." Harry suddenly felt very hollow at those words.
"Oh well. Can we still pretend we're dating though, cos the, you remember the Ravenclaw I was telling you about?" Harry nodded. "Well, he is still in the closet, and this way no one will suspect he is up to anything with me if we both disappear for a while, cos every one will think I'm with you."
"Sure." Harry laughed, forgetting his momentary melancholy due to Severus. He was happy Draco had found some one.
"So tell me about mystery man. And before you say it, you are damn good in bed; I doubt there is any way he wouldn't want to spend that sort of time with you again."
"I didn't sleep with him Dray!" It dawned on Harry he had been saying something akin to that phrase an awful lot lately.
"Really, so what then?"
"Well, I met him at a club." Harry recognised the determined look on Draco's face and knew it was best to just tell him as much as was possible. "He was gorgeous, and I so I bought him a drink, he looked kinda miserable, but, well long and short of it is, we got talking and he found out something he shouldn't of about me. We went back to his flat, I got him blind drunk, we danced, he kissed me, he fell asleep and he forgot all of it, I think. But now I can't face him because I don't know how much he remembers, or if he regrets it. I tried to talk to him yesterday but he brushed me off." Harry tried to race through it and leave out the emotional stuff but it was impossibly hard and his mask slowly cracked. Draco still just looked at him, silently urging him to keep talking.
"It hurts, I wish he would remember, and then again I hope he never does, because I'll get into a lot of trouble if he does, and he'll probably hate me even more. I really want to kiss him again, I want to dance with hi, I want to fall asleep with him and wake up with him. I want to see if he's ticklish, and if I can make him purr, I want to see what's behind the façade he puts up."
"Harry, bro you've got it bad! But now, you're going to tell me the whole story again, this time with the truth, names, places, events, the works. I actually want to know what happened in more than 3 word statements. " So Harry set about telling him everything, each painful little detail. He had to tell someone, keeping it all to himself was driving him mad.
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