Disclaimer: Whose is it? You all say: JK's? K? Oh and the song is not mine. It's DC's.
A/N: Sorry about the error in format in the last chapter. I have been battling fanfiction and losing…tear. And it doesn't show that I have new chapters or reviews! It is evil! Please keep reviewing. Reviewing gives me endorphins. Endorphins make me happy. And happy people don't murder their husbands. They just don't. (It's from legally blonde; sorry I AM SO HYPA!) I would like to send some shout outs to the blessed reviewers.
Spork Princess: The one who started it all. I wouldn't be writing this story if it wasn't for you. Thanks… (And I'm expecting a review… XD) And no more choking on potato chips! I need you to stay alive!
Silly little 13 year old: Keep being silly! You rule too!
RisuMusume: I think I misspelled this last time, so please forgive me. And I always look forward to your comments, they are so lively! They really do make me giggle! And I sort of explain why Draco feels the way he does cough LUCIUS! Sorry you didn't like the ending too much. I'll explain more at the end author's note to appease you. Giggle!
FifeSpice: You are like waaaay too good at predicting what is coming up in my story. But keep it up. I still enjoy the reviews XD.
And enough for the rambling…. Here is the long awaited sixth chapter… Oh and be warned. Lucius is an evil Homophobe who deserves to be killed! STAB! Beware… you have been forewarned. Explanation at the end.
Chapter 6: We're going SHOPPING!
Draco felt miserable, he felt forsaken, to say the least. He was aching from the realization he had made: Draco Malfoy was 100 gay… but sadly, he was not proud of it. He felt confused with the feelings he felt for his crush, Harry. For lack of a better description, Draco felt as though he was being crushed, his very being torn into a million pieces… Hate surrounding him on all sides… He remembered a conversation he had once had with his cold father, Lucius…
"Draco, one day you will marry Pansy Parkinson son, preserving our pure blood. How does that sound to you?" Lucius asked his young son, Draco, who looked about the age of 8.
"What if I don't want to, Lucius?" Draco had responded, undermining his father.
"What did you say?" asked Lucius.
"What if I don't want to?" Draco asked once more, sounding very assertive. Then Lucius strode over to his son, and with a quick swipe of his hand, he had struck his son to the floor quite heartlessly.
"NEVER question me, Draco," he heard his father telling him, then Lucius struck Draco again. "Why would you even consider not marrying her, you wretch." Another swipe of Lucius's hand struck Draco before he continued lecturing. "I doubt you even have mind enough to make that sort of decision Draco. You could never decide whom you would marry; you're much too dull… Unless…no…no…" Lucius gasped, but then an evil grin spread across his face, exposing his eerily white teeth. This time he stuck Draco twice, much harder than he had before. This time Draco began to bleed from the hits. Lucius laughed at his son…then began speaking again… "Draco, you must not like men, at all!"
With all the strength Draco could gather, he questioned his father one last time. "Why is that father?" He heard a hand go by his head and felt a pang of pain on his scalp.
As Draco was about to go unconscious from the beating, he heard a last few words from Lucius. "Homosexuality is a most detestable sin. If you are ever suspected of it… you will be disowned from this family, Draco… You would not be deserving enough to even call yourself a Malfoy…" (Okay, it hurt just to even write that, but things get better for him soon enough ;) )
At the end of the memory, Draco starting sobbing even more…How could he ever go back to his family after this? Sure, his father was still in Azkaban, but Draco cared not about Lucius. He cared about his mother, Narcissa, however… She was the only one Draco had actually ever loved in this cruel world. How could he live knowing if she knew the real him, she'd hate his guts? With Draco's thoughts spiraling rapidly downward without stopping and his tears flowing even faster than before, he was just lying on the bed weeping for a good ten minutes. Even when Harry entered the room, Draco could not dam the tears to stop them from flowing down his pale cheeks. He just could not stop his emotions from taking the best of him… And no wonder too…. After all, Draco had been through quite a lot in just a few minutes.
After Harry had stood there, looking at Draco for what seemed like an eternity, he saw Draco look up with his eyes glazed over with salty tears. Harry decided to speak up and asked, "Draco, what's wrong? Why are you crying like this? There is no need to be doing this to yourself…."
Draco interrupted, still sobbing, " It's not… that," sob, "it's just… I can't tell you…" sob, "I have to go!" And Draco left the room, running for the only place he knew that he could seek refuge in: the bathroom. Here he just kept sobbing for a good time. After another ten minutes, Draco finally decided that he had cried himself out and tried to stop. But much to his chagrin, he could not seem to. It took him another five minutes until he was actually able to stop crying.
Bent over the sink, Draco felt awful. He decided to look up into the mirror, but was not pleased with the way he looked. He really looked like a train had struck him… twice. His face was just a mess of emotions scattered all over the place, with anger, sorrow, and longing all displayed. But Draco managed to wash his face with some hot water, clearing away the dreadful the tears had brought upon him. After a quick warm shower, his body was relieved of the cold clamminess he had felt, and he had seemed to wash away many of his feelings. But he still felt alone, like no one would love him.
He sighed at this, and walked back to his room, where Harry was reading Dumbledore's spell book. Harry seemed to be spellbound by the book, but looked up when Draco came into the room. He gave Draco an understanding look as Draco climbed up to his top bunk to sleep for the night. But before Draco closed his eyes, he heard his name being called.
Harry called out, " Draco, Draco… Don't worry… We all have to cry like that sometimes… that's what makes us human…just sleep…it'll help." But before he let Draco fall into a deep slumber, Harry told him, "I won't let anything happen to you, Draco…"
Draco felt a feeling of warmth swimming through his body when he heard this. He may not be able to be accepted for who he is at his house, but Draco had the feeling Harry…Harry could fill the void… Harry could accept him.
Sleep soon pursued them both and they fell into dreamland, where reality was twisted, and love was the plot. (Wouldn't you like to know what they dreamed? You'll just have to trust me. It's really good… okay, now I think I shall move on)
Harry felt the sunlight from a small window softly showering his face, awakening him from his dream. 'Just when it had been getting good,' Harry thought to himself. But then he forgot what exactly he had been dreaming about. All he could remember was a pair of silver eyes… 'Well, I guess it couldn't have been that good if I don't remember what it was about,' he told himself. As he rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on, he realized something was wrong
Draco was missing! He got up and looked at the top bunk to make sure his suspicion was true. All he saw were a few blankets tossed all over the mattress. He panicked. He had failed Draco already! He had lost him!
Harry ran out into the hallway, hoping he was wrong. But there was no sign of Draco. Harry did not give up though, he kept looking for Draco, not resting one minute until he found a trace of him. When he passed by the bathroom, he could swear he heard something. When he backtracked a few steps, he heard what sounded like an angel singing a song….
It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside
And who's the one you're clinging to
Instead of me tonight?
And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go…
Harry realized whom it was singing. It was Draco's unctuous and sweet voice he heard. And what's more Harry knew the song. He leaned against the wall and began singing with Draco…
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight…
Draco was in the middle rinsing his golden hair with shampoo when he heard him singing along with him… Harry was accompanying Draco from the hallway. Draco found this most satisfactory; he enjoyed having Harry sing along with him. It soothed Draco, more then any shower could ever do… Draco felt warmth sweep all over his body from Harry's voice, and he continued showering and singing…
I'm there at your side,
I'm part of all the things you are
But you've got a part of someone else
You've got to find your shining star
And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight…
Although Draco did not want to, he had already extended his shower by quite some time and needed to stop, before he became a prune. So he turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist, leaving his upper body exposed. He was slim, but that's not to say Draco wasn't muscular. He had a nice body, as well as some nice assets, if you catch my drift. He left the bathroom and waved to Harry on the way back to their room.
"Nice voice," said Harry, praising Draco's amazing singing skills.
"You're not too shabby yourself, Harry," replied Draco, smiling at Harry. "Well, I have to get ready to go shopping. Are you about ready yourself?"
"Er…erm, can I have ten minute? I sort of need get dressed and stuff…" said Harry.
"Of course," Draco told Harry, "I'll be waiting by the door when you're done."
They had decided to go shopping in a muggle mall, much like the one that Bellatrix had chased Draco through. Harry took going to a muggle establishment as a precautionary measure because he knew it was more than likely that the Death Eaters were patrolling wizarding areas, waiting to ensnare an enemy of the Dark Lord, such as Draco. But just in case they did run into any trouble, they brought their wands with them.
Luckily enough, Harry had a large stash of muggle money he could use for the shopping. At around 1000 pounds, they could afford to buy Draco a whole new wardrobe, much to both of their delights. After a short walk into the city, they had reached the mall.
The first shop they went into was H&M, where the two found a treasure trove of clothing for Draco. Draco picked up some leather pants in his size and some tight fitting shirts. Harry picked out a few pairs of jeans and khaki shorts for Draco, but had trouble finding him shirts. In fact, it took Harry a while to find anything he thought that would look good. He picked out a few polo shirts that he thought might just look good on Draco's frame. So after an hour of busy browsing, they decided it was time for the fun part of shopping: Draco trying on the clothes.
As Harry sat outside waiting for Draco to come out of his dressing room, Harry's mind wandered. He was having a lot of fun with Draco shopping and he did not want it to end. Much to his disdain, the world kept spinning and time kept moving forward, meaning the end of their shopping trip was ever approaching. He sighed. He looked up and saw Draco moving towards him. Draco strutted out in his first outfit for Harry to see. He asked Harry in an almost seductive voice, "What do you think, Harry?"
Harry dropped his jaw when he saw Draco in those leather pants. He had trouble even simply answering Draco's question. After a long pause, he managed to say, "It's am—aaamazing Draco…"
With a look of contentment, Draco strode back into the dressing room, showing Harry his backside. And at this, Harry just about died from lust. Those pants hugged his butt so right in so many ways! Harry was taken back at first by his attraction to Draco, but he quickly got over himself. Unlike Draco you see, Harry was able to accept who he was much quicker. Without a creep like Lucius Malfoy as a father, Harry had never been told the things Draco had been. He knew the truth, that being gay is gorgeous! ;) Without a tear or a sob of sadness, but instead with a smile of joy, Harry accepted his gaiety, and his large crush on Draco. When Draco came back out from the dressing room, he saw Harry at the happiest he had been in weeks. For, you see, Harry was finally beginning to better grasp who he was.
This time, it was not the pants that made Harry's jaw drop, it was the shirt that Draco had chosen to wear with the pair of loose-fitting jeans. This time it was the shirt that hugged him in all the right places, showing Harry Draco's magnificent chest and hard arms, the arms that had comforted Harry the night before. Harry longed to be in them again, but had to settle with just the sight of them. This time when Draco asked him what he thought, Harry was able to respond quickly without any hesitation.
"They look great!" Harry said enthusiastically, in just a friendly sort of way. Draco frowned at this and quickly went back into the room. Before he had Harry practically drooling over him, but now…Harry seemed to be paying him little mind. But that's it… it seemed like that. Harry was actually very taken with Draco, it's just due to how comfortable Harry had become, he didn't feel embarrassed anymore. He accepted himself for who he was.
It proceeded like this for another half an hour, with most of the clothes being purchased in the end because of Harry's very un-selective eye. For Harry, the only qualifier for something to buy was it was that it made Draco looked good, which practically everything did. After a quick spree through another store, it was already time for lunch. They decided to head over to the food court to eat.
Sadly, Draco had not gotten over his fear of muggle contraptions. And when they entered they food court, there were cell-phones ringing, microwaves micowavin', and music blaring out of speakers in the corners of the ceiling. Even though Harry tried explaining what everything was and that there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of, Draco still wore a pale look. Eventually, Draco became less pale, but the key-word there is eventually. The only thing that had kept Draco from dying from fright was that with he was with Harry, who he felt would protect him…
They bought some food and searched for an empty table, and after a few minutes, were able to sit down. Harry bit into his chicken sandwich and swallowed, then he took a sip of his soda. But Draco still sat there, just staring at his food.
Draco asked him, with a genuine fright and his eyes wide in terror, " Are you sure this is safe to eat Harry?"
"Yes," answered Harry, "It's perfectly fine…just a little greasy…but otherwise fine." Harry took another bite into his sandwich and Draco sighed. Draco finally gave into his urge to eat, but only nibbled an edge of the sandwich at first. Although it was no where near as good as Mrs. Weasley's food had been, it was edible. And it had a nice crunch to it. So after a few more nibbles, Draco bit into his sandwich, enjoying it despite the feeling that the food was dangerous.
Harry laughed when he saw Draco finally take the large bite. Harry cleared his throat and sighed, " Finally! It took you long enough, Draco!" Draco just laughed at this, it had taken him a few minutes, but he figured his fear was understandable to Harry. Seeing Draco loosen his tight demeanor let Harry continue on. "So, how have you enjoyed the mall so far?"
"Oh, it's been great. I really like the clothes Harry. Thanks."
"No problem. If we're going to be running for our lives, we might as well do it in style! That's my motto." Harry told Draco. Draco laughed at this.
He agreed with Harry, "That sounds good to me!" Harry looked up and smiled, meeting Malfoys gaze. Before, whenever their eyes had met, it felt a little strange, but this time it felt so right. Both of them smiled as they gazed into each other's eyes and felt the others soul intertwine with theirs.
Once their gaze broke this time, Harry made his decision, but just as this happened, he heard a cackle behind him…
A/N: Sorry this chapter was my first song one. Since it was emotional I decided upon Destiny's Child Emotion for Draco to sing in the shower. Its words fit the situation…if you ignore the break-up parts. So I'll go with…mostly. I hope you enjoyed it, even though it was a bit sappy. And I bet you knew whom the cackle came from. Can't expect you not to! And didn't you love the foreshadowing? It actually accidentally happened, but that isn't the point. The point is, I might kill them off if you don't review! Okay so please review and keep reading. Next update sometime… tomorrow afternoon. And if you didn't like it, I doubt I'll be doing another song chapter one soon… so just grin and bear it. Hmm. I think Chapter 7 is going to be called The Surprise. For two reasons that it. And I may have rushed Harry into being gay, but I'll explain it more later in the story…
FINAL A/N: Okay, this is completely a discussional author's note on my part. I am well aware of the homophobic concept I brought up in this story. However, living with homophobic people is something many people must live with, and I decided for it to pop up in the story. After all, it popped up in my life. Yep, it did. I think I have some explaining to do, don't I?
So you know, I am a gay evangelistic Christian, believe it or not, and me existing makes it so it is not an oxymoron, for any of you haters out there. Okay, now that we got that out of the way, I must explain to you how my family treats gay people. They are complete homophobes who think being gay is a choice (sighs). And they despise gay people, claiming that a woman and man are meant together because that is the natural way of things. So, let's tell them the truth, hmm? Being gay is not a choice, it is part of who you are that can't be decided upon. And gays being unnatural is ridiculous! There are gay animals, you know. But moving on, Gay is beautiful in my mind, and nothing can change that. Even if they will kick my out of their lives when they find out (sighs again) Oh, and I quoted Lucius almost exactly from the bible, drawing a parallel between Draco and I. You see, Leviticus 18:22 is "Do not practice homosexuality; it is a detestable sin." (sighs one last time) Stupid bigots who wrote that! I just wish I was accepted, but due to a few verses like these I feel like my family would not accept me. Meh. That's all I have to say. Hope it makes sense to you, it sometimes makes me cry just to think about it… Harry on the other hand feels the way everyone should, thankfully. And yes, he will tell something to Draco, and soon…
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DC is Destiny's Child FYI