New Author note: Im sorry i havent updated this story, and i apologize. I am going to work on a chapter this weekend. I just found out yesterday in 4th period that my best friend has just been called on active duty and is leaving Tuesday to be stationed in Iraq. And im not handling it to well... i Dont Know What to do! Argh, and if i go see him i'll start bawling. Life sucks and Sadaam and Osama and whoever else can just go to hell! ...okay sorry bout that, ill get to work now!
Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Thanks goes out to those of you who reviewed!
chocoholic14 (yea, sure we can be friends!), mandraco, kitty(if you do, i wanna see!!!!!) Siobhan, Yoink Daydurfurits, Riverchic1998, Phoenix353 (I dont really know how long this will end up being, guess how ever it ends up, ne?) Kimmy, Vasquaz, Muchacha, daiski shiteru, KrystaLuck, aurelie and Iljana! and anyone whom i didnt mention, THANK YOU!!
Thanks to all who sent in song lyrics!
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 5: Coming to Terms
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What had happened yesterday? I don't think I know myself. I found him; quiet by accident I must add. And to think that he knew who I was from the moment I met him and he had played my emotions. He played me, I know he did. I can't believe that the person that I met at The Kadavra was actually the Draco that I loved in my last two years at Hogwarts. He's so different from the Draco I remember. I wish I knew what had happened, but I do believe that he is the same Draco, the same Draco that I fought with at school. The fact that he knew who I was then how he had been so nice and kind to me, and I felt safe with him. Not to mention that he asked me about himself! What a fucking prick! I don't know what I'm going to do, it obvious he was playing with me from the start. I... bloody hell, he was kissing Pansy! I miss him already, and I can't hate him no matter what he does. What has come over me? Excuse the fact that I have been searching for him ever since he disappeared. I never believed that he was dead, I refused to believe it. And now that I've found him, safe and sound, happy, leading a life that I wouldn't have expected. What do I have left to do, but wish him well, even though I may never see him again? This is not making any since at all... my ramblings are all scattered about, I can't think straight. Merlin helps me!
I think I may pay a visit to The Kadavra, I don't know why. I just have a feeling that I should. Maybe just to see him one last time before I say good-bye for good. Tell him how I feel and how I've always felt about him. It doesn't matter if he rejects me now; I was rejected the moment I saw him kissing Pansy Parkinson. As long as he's happy, I will not interfere with his life again, never again... ~~~~
Harry closed his journal and put it inside his desk journal. He knew what he had to do, but it was the point of actually getting up, leaving and doing it. Sighing, he reached over to the paper where Draco had written his numbers on them. Should he call? Ask for them to meet at the bar in The Kadavra tonight? Warn him that he was coming? He didn't know.
Getting up, still clutching the notebook paper he collapsed on the couch and stared at his wall. He was remembering that first night that he had met him at the club. He remembered how he had yelled at Frost that night. That sneer on his face and that stupid smirk that would slide across his lips, and then how he had asked Harry about his preferences and late claimed him as his own. And when they had danced, how he felt so safe with in those arms, and thinking that he was betraying Draco, by being there, in a 'strangers' arms.
'Don't forget when he walked you home and you invited him up to your apartment.'
Yes, he remembered that more then he remembered anything. As he thought back on the conversations that they had, carefully trying to remember every word that had been said.
-----
"When did you graduate?"
"Didn't, dropped out in my 6th year."
"Really? Why didn't you graduate?"
"Because, I didn't like the people in the school and the one person that I did care about, hated me. And some personal problems I'd rather not go into at the moment. To early in this relationship you know."
"So we do have a relationship then?" Harry blushed.
"Of course, I couldn't let someone as lovely and interesting as you slip through my fingers again, now could I? No, I didn't think so! Alright.. Next question! I like this game, like 20 questions. Always found that interesting."
-----
'Oh damn me! All along, he had been dropping clues to me all along and me and my bloody idiocy didn't realize it! What have I done now? Harry you are an idiot, a complete prat!' Harry was pissed off more at himself now then he had been at Draco. Which, in itself was a major improvement.
He had made up his mind, he was going to see Draco at the club tonight, and he was going to talk. Even if Draco never wanted to see him again, which is more or less how its going to end up as, he was going to apologize.
Harry stood up from the couch and went to search for his phone. He needed to talk to Hermione about a certain someone needing a heavy ass kicking, and being the gentlemen he is, he wasn't going to dare touch a women in violence, even if she did deserve it, or if you can even call that. thing a women.
A evil little smile slid upon his lips, one that could almost rival Malfoy himself.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco sat in his office, pencil in hand and furiously writing in his notebook that he kept with him. He was angry, hurt and upset. Mostly at himself for being such an idiot and not telling the truth, despite the fact that he had laid out so many clues for Harry that he figured that the Gryffindor would have figured it out sooner. He was writing lyrics out for his band to learn. He hoped that they could get them learned, hopefully. He was planning on spending all day tomorrow practicing with the band. If he was going to vent, then he was going to vent in his songs. It always seemed to help him more then anything. The fact that he had just written one about killing Pansy made him feel just a little better.
A little, but not enough. The image of Harry came appeared in front of him. They way he smiled the night that they had met and when he walked him home and spent some time with him. The expression on his face when he saw Draco kissing her, the look of his heart breaking. It was also a look of betrayal. He gritted his teeth, it was all Pansy's fault. He didn't care if he did lie to Harry, it would always be Pansy's fault.
With that thought, his feelings of anger resurfaced and the look on Harry's face haunted him.
~~~*+*~~~
Harry, dressed in his favorite faded washed-out blue jeans (with his favorite studded belt), his Breaking Benjamin t-shirt and his black boots, walked into The Kadavra club. He had called the place earlier and asked for Draco, but found out that they weren't playing this night. Seemed he had been misinformed, so he had called Hermione and told her that her presence was not needed. He wanted to go alone face Draco himself. If he was even going to be there, who knew.
Walking over to the bar, where he had first met 'Dray', he leaned casually against it. Yet again, watching the dancers. There was going to be a live band playing there tonight. Samuel informed him that Dray would be at the club. He had invited the band to play for a change of music. He was told that it would be indeed very different from the bands that he usually books for Far Cry's off nights.
The techno music was shattering; indeed, this club was one of variety. The music was so diverse all tastes would be acknowledged. Harry let his eyes roam away from the crowded dance floor to the darkened corner of the first floor of The Kadavra, in search of the familiar shock of blond-blue hair. And, just as he had expected, he found who he was searching for, but he saw that he wasn't alone. He was setting with what looked to be the drummer of his band. He chewed on his bottom lip as he contemplated going over to them. Just as he was about to make up his mind, some one had been first in approaching him, he cocked his head to the side as he looked up to see Haze, if he remembered correctly. He didn't say anything, but just looked up at him without blinking.
"So your Potter, eh? I remember you from our last performance. So your the one that caught our Drays eye, I don't see why, but I was never one to lean on the other side." Haze kept looking at him, as if searching for something. "You know, I haven't seen him that happy, in... well forever. He's torn up right now, we don't know what we're going to do with him. Raye is over there talking to him right now. They were always the closest. Don't know why, she can be such a bitch.. but well he can to. Listen, I know that you really don't want be bothering you, but whatever happened between you two, I really hope you work it out. I always hated seeing him like this, this is almost worse then when the anniversary of his mum's death rolls around."
Harry nodded, still not saying anything. Only listening to what the dark haired man was saying.
"Well.. nice speaking to you. Maybe we can get to know each other better, but I can practically feel Drays glare right now.. so I'm leaving. Yea.. leaving." The man practically scampered away from Harry without a second glance.
Harry stood there, thinking over what Haze had said before turning his gaze back to Draco, only to find the darkest scowl he had ever seen on his face. He got the message. Draco didn't want to speak to him, no now at least. He could practically feel the conflicting emotions in the air, and it freaked him out. He sighed and turned towards the counter, ordering the strongest liquor that they had, he was planning on getting smashed this night.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco did not want to talk to Harry, he was to messed up to talk to anyone. Well, besides Raye. She had been his rock ever since he had come to Muggle London. When he had first arrived, mentally unstable and, yes even suicidal, he had fallen right in her path. He remembered the first time he saw her. It was near dusk, the sun was setting and she had been in the park with a notepad and pen in her lap. All he could do was stare at her, she had short cropped hair dyed blue and purple, you could have almost say she had her hair spiked out with the way that she wore it, it was very messy in a weird sort of stylish way. She had on a faded t-shirt that clung perfectly to her and her pants had been bright red with black boots on. She had chains hanging all over, pinned to her pants, and looped around her belt loops. But the thing that stuck out most in his mind was her eyes, while she wore an indifferent countenance, her eyes showed that she was full of life, there was fire with in them.
Of course, she had taken him into her small apartment without knowing a single thing about him. She fed him, and yes.. she had clothed him. She hadn't expected anything in return, but he eventually opened up and told her everything. As months moved on, he continued living with her, and they became friends, lovers for a while, but they had come to a conclusion that they didn't belong together and they still stayed close friends. She was the best friend that he'd ever had. And now...
"I don't know what the hell I'm going to do Raye, you know? I... love him so fucking much. For years, I've loved him. I always thought he had hated me... hell i wouldn't blame him if he did. I could have lived without knowing him... but now that I've had the chance, it hurts. It hurts so damn much!" Draco had his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles still sore from where he had hit the wall in his office.
Raye sighed and place one of her hands over his fists, "Draco.. calm down! I know that you love him... I know how much you have loved him, and yes this is going to sound clichéd, but its better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. Besides, everything will work out..."
"You don't know that!!" He interrupted her, "You don't know what I've done to him in the past. True, it wasn't my fault, but he doesn't know that."
"Well, how the hell is he supposed to know?! Draco, if you would've told him in the first place then you wouldn't be going through this shit now! I'm not saying that this is your fault, but you just have to see things from his perspective. I know you've done awful things to him in the past, and i know that it wasn't your fault. At least your father got what he deserved, though i wish i could have killed him myself. Wizard or not, I would have killed him. Draco, I love you, you know that, but at least try!" Raye gave his hand, which was now no longer in a fist, a small squeeze before standing up.
"Yea, I know, " came his quiet reply. Far Cry wasn't booked to play tonight, but Raye had a voice like an angel. She wanted to sing tonight, though she may play drums for a rock band her music and singing was a lot more mellow. She could drum out any rhythm that you gave her, and she loved playing the punk rock and she loved her drums, but she loved singing. "Good Luck, love. Would you like me to introduce you?"
"Sure, if you'd like."
"Well, all right then. You go on and get your people together and I'll let you know when its time." Draco stood up and walked towards the stage at a slow pace to give her time. He could feel Harry's eyes on him the entire time.
~~~*+*~~~
Harry watched as Draco stood and walked towards the stage. 'Is he going to perform? I thought...'
"Hey, ladies and gentlemen. I have a surprise for you all, no.. I'm not performing tonight. I've got something even better; I hope you give her the same respect you give me... Raye McGavyn everyone." He walked off the stage, and Harry saw that it was the same girl that Draco had been talking with.
"Thanks Dray, hey everyone! This is going to be a drastic change from what we usually play together in Far Cry. Hope you guys don't mind, I thought it would be fun. So without further ado..."
The music, Harry noted, was almost orchestral like. Almost eerie, Raye had started to hum along with the background music which must have been pre- recorded or something. He didn't know. All he knew was that it made him feel odd, he watched her.
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say- goodbye
Don't say- I didn't try...
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home
So in the end
I will be- what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say- goodbye
We say- you didn't try...
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home
Harry almost felt tears threatening to fall, that song had hit so close to home. He stared at the many empty glasses of liquor in front of him in disgust now, he was partially smashed. He actually didn't feel like getting drunk now, he felt disgusted that he had once again tried to get smashed all because of Draco. He just sat there and glaring at the glasses, waiting for Raye to continue with her next song.
Think of me very scientifically
Share your thoughts with me
Send them over land and see
They seep through walls
Echo down abandoned halls
Let me see your joy and fear
How can it be we never see
What we have until it's gone
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
The more I try, all the faster you'll slip by
So vaporize
Slide to me like liquid ice
I can see into your eyes
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
Until we burn we never learn
What we have until it's gone
Scientifically Scientifically
I can see into your eyes
The deepest blue of winter skies
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
Until we burn we never learn
What we have until it's gone
This women... was getting on his nerves. He wondered if she picked out the songs because of Draco. He suddenly started to get jealous and he hated that feeling! He just listened to the rest of her performance, and after she had announced that Far Cry was going to be playing tomorrow night he got up from where he sat, partially smashed, and with one more look at Draco, he left.
****Raye knew about Draco being a wizard, because he told her EVERYTHING, figured I would clear that up.****
Songs in order:
Gollum's Song -Emiliana Terrini
Telepathy -Emiliana Terrini
This chapter didn't turn out the way I had wanted but I figured that I had kept you waiting long enough, eh? Well hope you enjoyed
New Author note: Im sorry i havent updated this story, and i apologize. I am going to work on a chapter this weekend. I just found out yesterday in 4th period that my best friend has just been called on active duty and is leaving Tuesday to be stationed in Iraq. And im not handling it to well... i Dont Know What to do! Argh, and if i go see him i'll start bawling. Life sucks and Sadaam and Osama and whoever else can just go to hell! ...okay sorry bout that, ill get to work now!
All right then, how was that? Good? Bad? REVIEW PLEASE!!
Feel free to email me: serraye_sanada@hotmail.com
Peace
Mad Love
Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Thanks goes out to those of you who reviewed!
chocoholic14 (yea, sure we can be friends!), mandraco, kitty(if you do, i wanna see!!!!!) Siobhan, Yoink Daydurfurits, Riverchic1998, Phoenix353 (I dont really know how long this will end up being, guess how ever it ends up, ne?) Kimmy, Vasquaz, Muchacha, daiski shiteru, KrystaLuck, aurelie and Iljana! and anyone whom i didnt mention, THANK YOU!!
Thanks to all who sent in song lyrics!
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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*
**
***
Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 5: Coming to Terms
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What had happened yesterday? I don't think I know myself. I found him; quiet by accident I must add. And to think that he knew who I was from the moment I met him and he had played my emotions. He played me, I know he did. I can't believe that the person that I met at The Kadavra was actually the Draco that I loved in my last two years at Hogwarts. He's so different from the Draco I remember. I wish I knew what had happened, but I do believe that he is the same Draco, the same Draco that I fought with at school. The fact that he knew who I was then how he had been so nice and kind to me, and I felt safe with him. Not to mention that he asked me about himself! What a fucking prick! I don't know what I'm going to do, it obvious he was playing with me from the start. I... bloody hell, he was kissing Pansy! I miss him already, and I can't hate him no matter what he does. What has come over me? Excuse the fact that I have been searching for him ever since he disappeared. I never believed that he was dead, I refused to believe it. And now that I've found him, safe and sound, happy, leading a life that I wouldn't have expected. What do I have left to do, but wish him well, even though I may never see him again? This is not making any since at all... my ramblings are all scattered about, I can't think straight. Merlin helps me!
I think I may pay a visit to The Kadavra, I don't know why. I just have a feeling that I should. Maybe just to see him one last time before I say good-bye for good. Tell him how I feel and how I've always felt about him. It doesn't matter if he rejects me now; I was rejected the moment I saw him kissing Pansy Parkinson. As long as he's happy, I will not interfere with his life again, never again... ~~~~
Harry closed his journal and put it inside his desk journal. He knew what he had to do, but it was the point of actually getting up, leaving and doing it. Sighing, he reached over to the paper where Draco had written his numbers on them. Should he call? Ask for them to meet at the bar in The Kadavra tonight? Warn him that he was coming? He didn't know.
Getting up, still clutching the notebook paper he collapsed on the couch and stared at his wall. He was remembering that first night that he had met him at the club. He remembered how he had yelled at Frost that night. That sneer on his face and that stupid smirk that would slide across his lips, and then how he had asked Harry about his preferences and late claimed him as his own. And when they had danced, how he felt so safe with in those arms, and thinking that he was betraying Draco, by being there, in a 'strangers' arms.
'Don't forget when he walked you home and you invited him up to your apartment.'
Yes, he remembered that more then he remembered anything. As he thought back on the conversations that they had, carefully trying to remember every word that had been said.
-----
"When did you graduate?"
"Didn't, dropped out in my 6th year."
"Really? Why didn't you graduate?"
"Because, I didn't like the people in the school and the one person that I did care about, hated me. And some personal problems I'd rather not go into at the moment. To early in this relationship you know."
"So we do have a relationship then?" Harry blushed.
"Of course, I couldn't let someone as lovely and interesting as you slip through my fingers again, now could I? No, I didn't think so! Alright.. Next question! I like this game, like 20 questions. Always found that interesting."
-----
'Oh damn me! All along, he had been dropping clues to me all along and me and my bloody idiocy didn't realize it! What have I done now? Harry you are an idiot, a complete prat!' Harry was pissed off more at himself now then he had been at Draco. Which, in itself was a major improvement.
He had made up his mind, he was going to see Draco at the club tonight, and he was going to talk. Even if Draco never wanted to see him again, which is more or less how its going to end up as, he was going to apologize.
Harry stood up from the couch and went to search for his phone. He needed to talk to Hermione about a certain someone needing a heavy ass kicking, and being the gentlemen he is, he wasn't going to dare touch a women in violence, even if she did deserve it, or if you can even call that. thing a women.
A evil little smile slid upon his lips, one that could almost rival Malfoy himself.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco sat in his office, pencil in hand and furiously writing in his notebook that he kept with him. He was angry, hurt and upset. Mostly at himself for being such an idiot and not telling the truth, despite the fact that he had laid out so many clues for Harry that he figured that the Gryffindor would have figured it out sooner. He was writing lyrics out for his band to learn. He hoped that they could get them learned, hopefully. He was planning on spending all day tomorrow practicing with the band. If he was going to vent, then he was going to vent in his songs. It always seemed to help him more then anything. The fact that he had just written one about killing Pansy made him feel just a little better.
A little, but not enough. The image of Harry came appeared in front of him. They way he smiled the night that they had met and when he walked him home and spent some time with him. The expression on his face when he saw Draco kissing her, the look of his heart breaking. It was also a look of betrayal. He gritted his teeth, it was all Pansy's fault. He didn't care if he did lie to Harry, it would always be Pansy's fault.
With that thought, his feelings of anger resurfaced and the look on Harry's face haunted him.
~~~*+*~~~
Harry, dressed in his favorite faded washed-out blue jeans (with his favorite studded belt), his Breaking Benjamin t-shirt and his black boots, walked into The Kadavra club. He had called the place earlier and asked for Draco, but found out that they weren't playing this night. Seemed he had been misinformed, so he had called Hermione and told her that her presence was not needed. He wanted to go alone face Draco himself. If he was even going to be there, who knew.
Walking over to the bar, where he had first met 'Dray', he leaned casually against it. Yet again, watching the dancers. There was going to be a live band playing there tonight. Samuel informed him that Dray would be at the club. He had invited the band to play for a change of music. He was told that it would be indeed very different from the bands that he usually books for Far Cry's off nights.
The techno music was shattering; indeed, this club was one of variety. The music was so diverse all tastes would be acknowledged. Harry let his eyes roam away from the crowded dance floor to the darkened corner of the first floor of The Kadavra, in search of the familiar shock of blond-blue hair. And, just as he had expected, he found who he was searching for, but he saw that he wasn't alone. He was setting with what looked to be the drummer of his band. He chewed on his bottom lip as he contemplated going over to them. Just as he was about to make up his mind, some one had been first in approaching him, he cocked his head to the side as he looked up to see Haze, if he remembered correctly. He didn't say anything, but just looked up at him without blinking.
"So your Potter, eh? I remember you from our last performance. So your the one that caught our Drays eye, I don't see why, but I was never one to lean on the other side." Haze kept looking at him, as if searching for something. "You know, I haven't seen him that happy, in... well forever. He's torn up right now, we don't know what we're going to do with him. Raye is over there talking to him right now. They were always the closest. Don't know why, she can be such a bitch.. but well he can to. Listen, I know that you really don't want be bothering you, but whatever happened between you two, I really hope you work it out. I always hated seeing him like this, this is almost worse then when the anniversary of his mum's death rolls around."
Harry nodded, still not saying anything. Only listening to what the dark haired man was saying.
"Well.. nice speaking to you. Maybe we can get to know each other better, but I can practically feel Drays glare right now.. so I'm leaving. Yea.. leaving." The man practically scampered away from Harry without a second glance.
Harry stood there, thinking over what Haze had said before turning his gaze back to Draco, only to find the darkest scowl he had ever seen on his face. He got the message. Draco didn't want to speak to him, no now at least. He could practically feel the conflicting emotions in the air, and it freaked him out. He sighed and turned towards the counter, ordering the strongest liquor that they had, he was planning on getting smashed this night.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco did not want to talk to Harry, he was to messed up to talk to anyone. Well, besides Raye. She had been his rock ever since he had come to Muggle London. When he had first arrived, mentally unstable and, yes even suicidal, he had fallen right in her path. He remembered the first time he saw her. It was near dusk, the sun was setting and she had been in the park with a notepad and pen in her lap. All he could do was stare at her, she had short cropped hair dyed blue and purple, you could have almost say she had her hair spiked out with the way that she wore it, it was very messy in a weird sort of stylish way. She had on a faded t-shirt that clung perfectly to her and her pants had been bright red with black boots on. She had chains hanging all over, pinned to her pants, and looped around her belt loops. But the thing that stuck out most in his mind was her eyes, while she wore an indifferent countenance, her eyes showed that she was full of life, there was fire with in them.
Of course, she had taken him into her small apartment without knowing a single thing about him. She fed him, and yes.. she had clothed him. She hadn't expected anything in return, but he eventually opened up and told her everything. As months moved on, he continued living with her, and they became friends, lovers for a while, but they had come to a conclusion that they didn't belong together and they still stayed close friends. She was the best friend that he'd ever had. And now...
"I don't know what the hell I'm going to do Raye, you know? I... love him so fucking much. For years, I've loved him. I always thought he had hated me... hell i wouldn't blame him if he did. I could have lived without knowing him... but now that I've had the chance, it hurts. It hurts so damn much!" Draco had his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles still sore from where he had hit the wall in his office.
Raye sighed and place one of her hands over his fists, "Draco.. calm down! I know that you love him... I know how much you have loved him, and yes this is going to sound clichéd, but its better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. Besides, everything will work out..."
"You don't know that!!" He interrupted her, "You don't know what I've done to him in the past. True, it wasn't my fault, but he doesn't know that."
"Well, how the hell is he supposed to know?! Draco, if you would've told him in the first place then you wouldn't be going through this shit now! I'm not saying that this is your fault, but you just have to see things from his perspective. I know you've done awful things to him in the past, and i know that it wasn't your fault. At least your father got what he deserved, though i wish i could have killed him myself. Wizard or not, I would have killed him. Draco, I love you, you know that, but at least try!" Raye gave his hand, which was now no longer in a fist, a small squeeze before standing up.
"Yea, I know, " came his quiet reply. Far Cry wasn't booked to play tonight, but Raye had a voice like an angel. She wanted to sing tonight, though she may play drums for a rock band her music and singing was a lot more mellow. She could drum out any rhythm that you gave her, and she loved playing the punk rock and she loved her drums, but she loved singing. "Good Luck, love. Would you like me to introduce you?"
"Sure, if you'd like."
"Well, all right then. You go on and get your people together and I'll let you know when its time." Draco stood up and walked towards the stage at a slow pace to give her time. He could feel Harry's eyes on him the entire time.
~~~*+*~~~
Harry watched as Draco stood and walked towards the stage. 'Is he going to perform? I thought...'
"Hey, ladies and gentlemen. I have a surprise for you all, no.. I'm not performing tonight. I've got something even better; I hope you give her the same respect you give me... Raye McGavyn everyone." He walked off the stage, and Harry saw that it was the same girl that Draco had been talking with.
"Thanks Dray, hey everyone! This is going to be a drastic change from what we usually play together in Far Cry. Hope you guys don't mind, I thought it would be fun. So without further ado..."
The music, Harry noted, was almost orchestral like. Almost eerie, Raye had started to hum along with the background music which must have been pre- recorded or something. He didn't know. All he knew was that it made him feel odd, he watched her.
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say- goodbye
Don't say- I didn't try...
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home
So in the end
I will be- what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say- goodbye
We say- you didn't try...
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home
Harry almost felt tears threatening to fall, that song had hit so close to home. He stared at the many empty glasses of liquor in front of him in disgust now, he was partially smashed. He actually didn't feel like getting drunk now, he felt disgusted that he had once again tried to get smashed all because of Draco. He just sat there and glaring at the glasses, waiting for Raye to continue with her next song.
Think of me very scientifically
Share your thoughts with me
Send them over land and see
They seep through walls
Echo down abandoned halls
Let me see your joy and fear
How can it be we never see
What we have until it's gone
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
The more I try, all the faster you'll slip by
So vaporize
Slide to me like liquid ice
I can see into your eyes
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
Until we burn we never learn
What we have until it's gone
Scientifically Scientifically
I can see into your eyes
The deepest blue of winter skies
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
Until we burn we never learn
What we have until it's gone
This women... was getting on his nerves. He wondered if she picked out the songs because of Draco. He suddenly started to get jealous and he hated that feeling! He just listened to the rest of her performance, and after she had announced that Far Cry was going to be playing tomorrow night he got up from where he sat, partially smashed, and with one more look at Draco, he left.
****Raye knew about Draco being a wizard, because he told her EVERYTHING, figured I would clear that up.****
Songs in order:
Gollum's Song -Emiliana Terrini
Telepathy -Emiliana Terrini
This chapter didn't turn out the way I had wanted but I figured that I had kept you waiting long enough, eh? Well hope you enjoyed
New Author note: Im sorry i havent updated this story, and i apologize. I am going to work on a chapter this weekend. I just found out yesterday in 4th period that my best friend has just been called on active duty and is leaving Tuesday to be stationed in Iraq. And im not handling it to well... i Dont Know What to do! Argh, and if i go see him i'll start bawling. Life sucks and Sadaam and Osama and whoever else can just go to hell! ...okay sorry bout that, ill get to work now!
All right then, how was that? Good? Bad? REVIEW PLEASE!!
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Peace
Mad Love