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listen to it while you read =]
"Yeah – bye Professor."
Harry was about to open his trunk, which was already there, when Dumbledore
popped back in with a paper bag in his hands.
"Mind my manners, Harry! Care for a lemon drop?" Harry just shook his
head with a small smile. I'll never understand him, Harry thought, unpacking
his robes. He was almost through when he heard a knock at the painting.
"Er – come in? Oh, yeah, 'Portrait, escort the guest within." The
painting opened to reveal McGonagall. She looked at Harry with inquiring eyes.
"Mr. Po – Harry, you have a visitor."
"But no one's supposed to be able to see this place!"
"Which is why I'm escorting him."
"Uh, right. Sure."
In walked Neville
Longbottom and Ginny Weasley close behind.
Draco walked back to the room that Severus had had
put in for him especially, He had a lot on his mind – and more then he wanted
to believe of it was guilt. Draco sighed and sank down into the window sill
seat, rubbing his eyes.
This is going to be more complicated then I thought…
Draco
stared out into the open sky as Harry had done before.
God, does everything always come right back down to Potter?
He laughed sadly, not knowing what to think, what to do, who to tell, or
who to go to. A few house members knew he was gay, as did Severus,
but that was all. He'd never really felt comfortable telling anyone anything –
he had a good sense of who to trust with large
things as such, and pondering telling those students and Severus
brought him to the conclusion that they weren't the right people.
Draco
walked over to his piano and sat down, beginning a song he'd written a while
ago.
"She said its cold outside,
She
hands me my raincoat.
She's always worried bout
things like that.
She said it's all gonna end,
Might as well be my fault.
And she only sleeps when its raining,
And she screams, but her voice
is strained…
And she says…"
Draco smiled, playing the next few bars, thinking
about when he'd written this song.
"Baby, it's three
AM, I must be lonely.
Well she says baby, I
can't help but be scared of it all,
Sometimes, but the rains gonna wash it away, I believe it…"
Draco
continued, feeling tears burn his eyes. His piano's voice got louder, giving
the words a point.
"She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing…
In the color of portrait world,
she believes that she's got it all…
She swears the moon don't
hang quite as high as it used to,
And she only sleeps when
its raining,
And screams, but her voice
is strained,
And she says,"
Draco could barely stop for the small interlude, so just continued.
"Baby, it's three
AM, I must be lonely
And yeah but she says baby,
I can't help but be scared
of it all,
Sometimes, but the rains gonna wash it away, I believe…"
Letting a single tear
slide down his pale cheek, Draco went on to his most
emotional part.
"She believes that life, is made up of all
that she used to.
And the clock on the wall
has been stuck at three for days, and days.
She thinks that happiness is a map that sits on her doorway,"
Draco could feel his own voice get louder as it was meant to be.
"But outside, it starts raining…
And, oh, she says, baby,
Its three AM I must be lonely,
Well, heaven, she says baby, I can't help but be scared of it all,
Sometimes, and the rain gonna wash away, I believe it, yeah."
Draco put all emotion he withheld into that ending, meaning his words more than ever.
"Its three AM, I must be lonely, lonely,
Yeah, well she says baby,
Baby, well I can't help but be scared of it all
Sometimes, and the rains gonna wash away, I believe this…"
Draco laughed silently and wiped away his tears, and ran his fingers on the ivory keys of the grand piano he'd bought for himself. Music was his passion. Not only his own music, but others, too. He walked to the chest of drawers he had, and took out a muggle CD player he used constantly. Putting in the CD he'd magically compiled himself, he pressed play, and sat down on the couch, ready to sleep. A beautiful, slow acoustic version of Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls came on, and he bit back tears again.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Cause I
know that you feel me somehow…"
In walked Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley close behind.
Harrys breath hitched – he didn't know what to do.
Actually, he didn't have to do much. Ginny Weasley threw herself at Harry, crying into his shoulders. Harry instinctively wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, not wanting to let another friend slip away. In a few minutes time, she pulled back, eyes tearstained and red.
"Harry – I don't kn-know what's going on – I swear it – I don't think you did anything wrong! I know you'd never do anything like – like kill someone, and you'd never join them! I know it! I do!" Ginny began to cry again, and Harry frowned. He sat her down on a couch, letting her regain himself. Harry then looked up to Neville who looked horrible – emotionally. Physically, he'd grown into himself more over the summer, and Harry laughed inside thinking of what a gangly-in-a-sense kind of kid Neville had been the previous year.
"Harry – I'm really, really
sorry. I'm with Gin on this one – you deserve none of this…" Neville let the
thought trail off, and instead of responding, Harry just pulled Neville into a
brotherly hug. It felt good to have reassurance, from anyone, at that.
Harry took a second to
relive the days events, and slowly sat down on the
carpet. He stared into the fire for a moment before breaking down; totally,
utterly, and completely.
Sorry it took so long to
get this one up! Hmm, what're my excuses…I have none xD
Reviews, monsouier?
Teaser for chapter nine!
"Mr. Malfoy – do you know what you're doing?"
Draco's eyes widened then narrowed. "Yes, of course I do. I've thought rather long and hard – not counting many sleepless nights – about this and I know it's what I need to do. And I do have a reason – I just – can't tell you. Would that be acceptable?"
