Author's note: Hey everyone, ok here is the deal. I know I haven't written in a while but that is because 1) I was working on my new computer setup 2) because I was taking writing advice from someone. So there you have it. Also, I am so really trying to make these chapters longer and I hope you most certainly enjoy this one. Its just gonna kill you when you first start reading it.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, for if they did I would be filthy rich, but the plot does indeed belong to none other than...me.
Chapter 6
"Questions and Explanations"
"Hey, Potter, Wake Up!!!" Draco said, shaking harry violently. "Wake up you lazy git." Draco started to wave his hands in front of Harry's eyes which had glazed over in a trance like state after they were done talking. Suddenly Harry snapped out of his trance. "Wha-...What happened, what are we doing here?" Harry asked, slightly confused and a little red in the face. "We were talking about non important stuff and then you just got all glazed over in the eyes. It took me at least five minutes to get you to come back to reality, which by the way, what happened?" Draco replied. "I thought that we went..." But Harry didn't have the guts to finish the sentence, for obviously it hadn't been real. "Went where you insolent fool?" An impatient Draco asked. "It's not important now, so mind your own business before I..." Just then Harry was cut off by the DADA, professor...which this year happened to again be Professor Lupin. "Harry," Lupin said smiling "I do believe, I have a class to teach thank you."
Harry sat there for a few minutes, draco staring at his own paper and doodling madly with zonko's magical ink which made the pictures (or lettering) move. He just couldn't believe that the clears throat "incident" with draco never really did occur. It seemed so real to harry, so tangible, that he never wanted to leave it.
Hello Harry. It's me...the Voice. Of Encouragement. or whatever you wish to call me. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know, I am going to end your suffering, It was me who let that whole vision happen. I got bored just sitting in your brain, and then, poof you let this nice whole situation happen....I just took it further with your...scuse me...my imagination. Ok?
Harry sat stunned. Did the voice just talk to him? Him Directly? Does this mean that Harry was crazy? ....No! Harry ran out of the classroom as soon as the lesson ended, almost forgeting to grab all of his things before leaving. He knew exactly what he had to do...He found Hermione already ahead of him, (which was thought to be next to impossible since he was so fast, but somehow she made it out of there faster) "HERM! I need to talk to you RIGHT away!" Harry yelled out to her, desperation was clearly all over his voice. "Harry what is it...are you ok? Did you get into trouble again? I keep telling you that-" But Hermione was being cut off. "No Hermione, I need your Help!! You see all this summer I have been hearing this voice that kept telling me to change...hints the change, and at first I thought it was just because it was my inner drive telling me that I needed to have what I wanted or something. But no, it is real, somethings wrong...it..it talked to me, like it was a real person or something.
"Harry slow down, I know exactly where we can find the answer to this, so just come this way." Hermione said, and with that she did it again. Harry was immediatley calmed down, and he simply did as he was told, for he felt a certain security with her that he never feels with anyone else.
In Madam Pomfrey's Hospital Ward
"Well Harry, it seems you have an Unheard Voice." She said to Harry as if it were just a simple diagnosis of the flu, and then by the look on his face added an explanation. " You see, when wizards and witches reach a certain age, they have all these built up thoughts, feelings, and so on so forth, well some of those same witches and wizards develop a stronger sense of what some might call a sub concious. These "voices" in time develops, into a....well a voice no longer controlled by your higher brain functions, but rather its own." She said satisfactorily. "Ok thats all fine and great, but what am I to do about it? I do not, absolutely do not want to be hearing this thing all the way through my classes." dryly and most smartly harry replied. "Well I can give you some sort of herbal potion to minimize the voice into silence...now here it is, and you'll have to take it at lunch time everyday and that should get you through the day..." Pomfrey said. "Ok so, how long will it last...I mean, will I have this "Unheard Voice" thingy in my head until I die?" Harry asked, hoping the answer would not be yes. "Well, no...You see harry, the voice mainly develops in those wizards because they have some deep need or fantasy that slowly consumes them...you must find out what that is and then appease it...and if you can't then....yes, it will be there until you do." And with that last remark, Pomfrey turned on her heel, and walked off to tend to her other patients.
Dinner Time
"This is just wonderful. I have some wacko voice inside my head that has a brain of its own and also a supposed unappeased desire I have been putting of for a long while...whatever to that." Harry said fouly, at dinner to his fellow Gryffindors. "Harry," Hermione said slowly and cautiously, " You know Pomfrey is right. I mean she does do this for her life's work, so until you can fix this, I volunteer to help you find out what it is that you need to be "appeasing". Ron cleared his throat, sitting on the other side of the table " I think Harry, that I heard something, so I listened, and whatever it was, I agree." "That is the stupidest-" Herm started to say, but was...for the second time that day... cut off by Harry. "I AM SO SICK OF YOU GUYS FIGHTING, YEAR AFTER YEAR, THE SAME THING ALWAYS ENSUES, SO GET OVER IT!" Harry yelled in an anger that would put malfoy to shame.
Harry walked off, Once and for all, just thinking about how screwed up things were getting in his life. What a suprise right?
(A/N: Hey guys, I figured, to make the chapters a little bit longer that I could switch out the points of view from harry to draco from time to time. ok? ok.)
Draco
Draco was pacing in his own private chambers of the slytherin house that his mom ordered specially for his privacy...for...being a malfoy...she felt that her son deserved to have whatever he wanted, and he wanted just that...Privacy. (Draco's thoughts will, for the moment, become the things in italics until further notice) Earlier in class, what was potter going on about? We were talking about me wanting to talk to him and that whole embarrasing, begging I had to do...then he just sort of froze. What was with that? Then he went on about some sort of meeting we had together somewhere...but what the hell was he talking about? We never left the bloody room. I would so never go anywhere alone with potter. I mean...in a fast pace I am gay slows down after saying that "embarassing" thing. But still, I feel no attraction to potter.
Draco continued his thinking, and then decided to go to the Prefect's bathroom for a shower...these situations with potter always stressed him out.
in Prefects Bathroom
Draco walked in slowly through the secret portrait hole. He was ready to embrace the warm water and the steam and the everything that was so good about showers. Just as he got done taking off his clothes, he heard the faint sound of a shower already running. He looked around, and -with his malfoy sneekness- he started off towards the noise. Of Course whoever it was could not hear him over the showers so he didn't need to be so light footed. The door of the running shower had the emblem of the Gryffindor house on it, and when draco noticed this he sneered. It was probably the Weasel. Ugh, how he despised the weasel so. Draco grabbed a towel, and then he called out. "Hey Weasel, go back to the vermon infested gryffindor dorms you crawled out of and take a shower there, this shower is for people who are acutally worth it." Draco, Expecting the Weasel to be afraid and start to turn off the shower and run out like a girl, didn't turn out what he expected. " sigh Draco, just go and clean up your filthy self, and leave me be." Harry said in a not so friendly voice, then added "Not that you could ever be clean, you filthy detestable little rat." Draco was stunned for a second, but he regained his composure. "Potter what the hell are you doing in the prefect's bathroom? Did Weaselby and Mudblood give you the password?" When there was no answer Draco did what his instincts first told him. "Hey! Shut the Fucking Door I AM taking a shower here!" Harry yelled.
"Aww, wittle Potty Head is afwaid that his manly hood isn't big enough!" Draco retorted, only further angering an already pissed off Harry. "Binlindus Mortalia" Harry Cried out and Draco found himself flat on the floor the next instant with his hands and legs tied together with wand-rope. Harry grabbed a towel from the rack and then stood over malfoy regretting the last time he was in here, and actually thinking that this boy wasn't so bad all the time. "Look, I have a lot to deal with right now, so save us both the trouble and..." Harry stopped after looking at how red his opponents cheeks were...then he looked down. "Oh My God!" Harry said...noticing for the first time that Dracos towel had been lost... But Draco recovered out of his embarrasment and sent potter on a trip by swiping his tied feet under potters legs. That is when Harry lost his towel too and slipped on the cold marble floor. Draco laughed and the other boy just looked down, embarrased as you could ever get. With an anger that burned the power of a thousand suns, Harry got up, put his towel back on and then took Draco somewhere else.
later
Draco? Blaise asked stepping into the very last stall shower for the slytherins...what are you doing hanging by your hands, naked not to mention, on the wall?" Draco stared at him. "That is the stupidest question ever, you dim wit. Just get me down...Now!!!!" Draco yelled.
"Really Draco, who did this to you?" Blaise asked, barely able to contain himself. "You know you really should mind your own business," Draco said as he put a towel on and gathered his belongings, preparing to step out. "So who did you S&M with?" Blaise asked and let the jokes roll.
5 minutes later
(Unknown Slytherin) "Blaise what the hell are you doing, naked in a shower stall hanging upside down by your feet?"
(A/N: Hehehehe, sorry for all those place changes. Anyway....)
Draco's Private Chambers
"Drakey boo talk to me please!" Pansy sat around him and played with his hair and did non-important stuff, but it was enough to annoy him. There was Panse for him. One of the two that knew he is gay and she was the most annoying,,,,though blaise gave her a run for her money. "Panse, Look I just don't want to deal with this right now and so I think it is best if this conversation just holds off till tomorrow. I am going to bed and If you don't go willingly I will have the door grab you and take you out." "Fine," Pansy pouted...but she didn't last long with the pout "See you tomorrow at breakfast Drakey poo!" then laughing she ran out.
Harry
Oh what a stressful day this had been. First, He was with malfoy...always a bad thing, and then he learned he had some freaky little parasite inside of him and now, he had to see malfoy naked scarred for life and malfoy saw him naked. This could not get much worse... Harry lay down thinking about his day, and then he fell asleep quickly.
(A.N: Ok now italics means Dream)
Its a stupid million-floor (litterally) building, and harry was stuck in it. Well more precisley the elevator. He kicked it and punched the doors, and nothing. Suddenly, it moves...it stops just as suddenly as it started and then He ends up on the 80th floor. The doors open after a minute or two, and harry steps out of the doors. The first thing he notices is that it is only the size of the boys dorm rooms. He steps in and looks around. It's light enough for him to see, but too dark to tell who is the person lying on the couch. He walks over to the person. "Hello? Who are you?" Harry asks...The Guy gets up and then takes a puff of his ciggerette. "Do you want one?" Draco asks. "Sure I guess." Was harry's short reply.
"Harry! Wake Up!," Hermione shook him one last time before taking an alarm clock right to his ear. DING DING DING! DING DING DING! "AHHHHH!" Harry screamed as the noise was bursting through his eardrums. "Hermione," Harry said with a "tone" "What are you trying to do, kill me with noise?" "No, Silly, Lupin wants a word with you before it was too late." "What time is it?" Harry asked, still a little sleep-dazed. "It has only been fifteen minutes since you laid down, so go!" Hermione said and then prodded him out the door with her wand.
Lupins Office
"Hello Professor. Its me Harry." he said as he walked in the door to the office, for -what he was sure- was not the last time he would be this year. "Harry! How are you old boy?" The Cheerful professor asked of him. "I am....ok." was all the reply that lupin would get from him. "Really? Well thats up for debate by your look...but not now...You see I called you in here because I was certain we should have a discussion about my return and that of well what happened throught the summer." "What's there to talk about?" Harry asked bluntly, even without the voices help. "Well I just thought that -" Lupin began. "What? That I would wonder why your here? Well I don't." replied Harry. "Listen harry, regardless of wether you want to or not, it does need to be discussed. Now, I see you've made some interesting changes.." Lupin said, noting harry's tight blue wash jeans and tight white muscle tee with white (non-permanent) tips in his hair, paired nicely with contacts and tan skin. "Also I am aware - thanks to pomfrey- that you have an unheard voice. I just wanted to say that I will help you through this." Lupin Ended. "What?" Harry asked curiously."What was your "supressed desire?' " "Well," Lupin said, "It turned out that I had some deep anger with lily, about being upfront about her dislike towards me...well I figured that out...but it took my friends to be there and a little bit of time and patience."
There was silence between the two for a while. Then, "Professor, I am sorry I was so rude. I am glad you're back. I am a little tired so I was wondering if I could head off to my dorms." said harry breaking the silence. "Sure, Harry, If you wish." The two said their good byes and harry left out into the halls again. Except instead of going to the dorms, he went outside to smoke a ciggerette he conjured, for that dream made him want one badly.
End Chapter
Hello Readers, I Have worked on this hard, so I hope it satisfies you...and I will keep trying my best. Please Read and Review and Starting next chapter I will start posting some and even answer a few. So thanks for reading again...P.S. I am not endorsing teen smoking...it just sort of came to me cuz the dream sequence w/ draco. Ok bye.