WARNINGS: This chapter will have slashy feelings from a certain HOT blonde to an also good-looking rocker raven-haired teen. This chapter might also get into the whole child abuse thing. No mentions of rape yet...I think I'll save that for later. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: Sadly Harry Potter does NOT belong to me...if it did I would NOT be here writing cheesy stories for people...though I have to say this is a kick-ass way to waste my time...I love it. There might be more singing in this and I am currently working on a song especially for this fic...its not done yet so the song will be from another band...most likely Linkin Park. (Their songs fit Harry so well)
A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! This is my first fic and I would have to say that I am doing sorta well. I even get reviews from my fav author (who also writes my fav fic!) It's awesome. Um...about some spelling in the story...things from HP...I don't currently have my books with me so I can't check the spelling, so please don't get annoyed. Oh, and I would like to say that just because Harry is pretty much a bad ass now he will NOT be the dominate one once he and Draco get together! I HATE it when he is!
Chapter Five: The Reasons Why...
"Well, Snivillus," Harry emphasized Snape's nickname that Sirius and the other Maumurders gave to him, making Severus scowl, "I give you kudos for have a fuckin' huge place." And it was. Snape Manor was larger than Malfoy Manor, which had often gotten Malfoy Sr. jealous of Severus. It was a huge cobble stone building that looked to be about five stories tall, ivy vines growing its way up the sides like another skin.
The yard was not very well kept but Harry thought it looked better that way. Wild and free the gnarled plants wound together in bunches, seeking life from each other until you couldn't tell where one started and another ended. Thorns jutted out from various plants that Harry had never seen before and guessed they were magical. In front of the manor, cutting it off from the rest of the world was a tall metal gate; all-eerie looking yet having a sense of honor and history, if that made any sense.
Atop the manor was a window room and Harry instantly knew he wished to sleep there, to stay there every waking and sleeping moment. The aura of the circular tower room pulled him and he gapped at it.
"I see you've found a place you would like to stay," Sev drawled, trying to do a Draco impression but failing...no one can do it half as decant as Draco himself.
"Could I?" Harry breathed, still not able to tare his eyes away from the room.
"Yes, you may, and I will also give you an extra room where you can set up your musical items...where you can practice. I understand how much it means to you."
"You...huh?" Harry was baffled. Snape...the same Snape that was always so rude to him was being..."Nice? You're being nice? To...me? Harry Potter?"
"Mr. Potter, contrary to what you believe I do not hate you." Harry scoffed but Severus pretended to ignore it, "I hated and still hate your father." Pausing for a moment, trying to decide where he should take this conversation, he began again, "Tonight, and every night, directly after dinner, we will all discuss you, Mr. Potter, and what has happened in your life. We will start tonight small...with your current outer appearance, but then we will slowly work our way to more personal things, your emotions. We need to learn to trust each other, especially you and Draco."
"Whatever." Harry really had no urge to discuss his life because he tried to pretend it didn't exist unless he was singing. That was the only time he let out his feelings. Then he had an idea, "No."
"What do you mean-?" But Harry cut him off,
"Stuff it, Snape, and let me finish before you get your knickers in a twist." Draco stifled a laugh. "I will not discuss my life with you once it gets to my past and my emotions. I will perform for you. I have music recorded so all I have to do it sing with it. That's the only way I could do it. Take it or leave it."
"If that's all you can give it is all I can take, now isn't it, Mr. Potter?"
"Why yes, Snape, it is. Oh, and before school starts I need to go to Muggle London."
"Why?" Draco asked.
"New clothes...another tattoo...and maybe a piercing." Draco's stomach did a front flip. Harry was going to get more of those sexy things?!
"Yes, you may go, but we will all be going."
"Who gives a damn?"
"Mr. Potter?" Sev ground out, giving him a warning.
"Fine! I wont swear in front of you...at least I'll try not to. If I smoke I'll go outside and I'll try not to get high. It's hard, you know." Draco felt saddened by Harry's words...it was as if he didn't want to quit.
Maybe he doesn't, Draco.
Shut up!
Talking to yourself now, huh?
You ARE myself...so if I am then...you are too!
DAMN!
Draco pushed the fight with himself out of his head and he chuckled softly at how crazy he sounded.
"Draco," Draco was broken out of his thoughts by Sev's voice, "You know your way around. Stay with Mr. Potter. Bring him to his room, help him settle in, and bring his down for dinner. I know it is late," He looked at his watch (A/N: I know he probably wouldn't have one of those, but...hey...my story, my rules...lol.) "Yes, it is quite late, almost mid-night. We all need to eat so...be on your way."
Harry slung his cased guitar over his shoulder and grabbed his bag but it was quickly snatched out of his hands.
"Thanks, Malfoy."
"Don't call me that," Draco responded a moment later as they entered the manor.
"Why?" Asked Harry, honestly wanting to know why.
"I'm not a Malfoy anymore. My father disowned me when I refused the Dark Mark." (A/N: Hm...sorry if I said before that he was a spy. I don't like that...I'm changing the plot a little there but I just can't remember if I said he was a spy? I hope not...SEV IS STILL A SRY! NO ONE KNOWS DRACO IS WITH HIM!!!! Sorry about the confusion.)
"Really? I'm impressed, good job, Draco." Draco starred at him for a moment, trying to decipher if he was making fun or not. When Draco found no sarcasm in Harry's beautiful green eyes- Wait...did I just call his eyes beautiful? Draco was shocked. He knew he had feelings for the Gryffindor...but this? This sounded like he was in love.
"I don't like muggles or muggle-borns but I don't want to kill them. And I sure as hell don't want to be controlled by someone...especially a psycho maniac."
"Have you met him?" Asked Harry softly.
"No...I know you have though." Draco paused for a moment, "What was it like?"
"You're crossing the line, Draco."
"Sorry. So," Draco said, changing the subject, "Do you write all of your music?"
"Yeah. I write the songs but the whole band usually writes the sheet music. And obviously I sing. Dashiell raps when rapping is needed, and he also does keyboard. They are all really close to me...lately they-"But Harry stopped himself. He was about to cross the line. They fiannly reached Harry's room (There were a lot of stairs) and they set his things down.
"No need to put anything away, I don't have much."
"Ok." Harry sat down on the unmade bed and pulled out his worn out lyricws notebook and began writing, finishing a song he began writing about a moth ago.
(A/N: This song is called CRAWLING by LINKIN PARK. I got these lyrics strait from the little book that comes with the CD.)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal (A/N: In the book it actually says "Consuming all I feel" but the song doesn't say that, so...)
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending
Controlling/I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting/reacting
Against my will I stand before my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
That there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
(There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/confusing)
Confusing what is real
(This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending
Controlling/I can't seem)
Confusing what is real
Setting his pencil down Harry took a long shaking breath. That song has been his project for so long and it was finally done. He smiled at that but at the same time he wanted to cry. It was one of his favorites.... something that was very important and was special. It wasn't his favorite, granted, but it was on his top five list. He hadn't found his favorite yet.
"Harry...time for dinner." Draco said, looking at Harry with a questioning glance. He wanted to know what he was writing and why he all of a sudden looked so...glum. Harry sighed and they both walked in a comfortable silence to dinner.
A/N: There you go! Chapter five and I do hope you liked it! Its five pages! Yay! Again, please send your suggestions. It wasn't much but I just wanted to show how Harry and Draco could easily get along...it will become important. Thanks again! I NEED YOUR HELP!!! I want Harry to get another tattoo...what should it be of? And please, no Silver Dragon...a lot of people have that. I also want him to get another piercing...lip or nose? Please, I need your suggestions. Thanks again!
-Cherry