WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me. The song is Pantomime by incubus.

A/N: Enjoy…remember this is not betaed, and I will not post chapter 6 or anything else until I have a new one. So please, e-mail me about it!

Chapter Five: Written for him?

Last time on Wrong Turn:

After they were all settled in the car, Harry in the driver's seat, Draco in the front passenger seat, and Severus in the back seat in the middle, Harry put in a CD. (The Mustang had been re-done and re-furnished, a CD player put in so you couldn't see it.)

"Well, Harry, are you ready?" Draco asked.

"What?" Harry said, stunned.

"What?" Draco asked in respond, startled by Harry's reaction to his question.

"You called me Harry."

All Draco could do was smile.

"You should do that more often," Harry said, fiddling with the CD player.

"What?"

"Smile," Harry smiled before pushing play.

"Well, Snivillus," Harry said, smirking as he noticed Severus's flinch at his old childhood nickname from the Maumurders themselves,

"I give you kudos for having a fucking huge place."

And it was. Snape Manor was larger than Malfoy Manor, which had often gotten Malfoy Sr. jealous of Severus. It was a large cobblestone building that looked to be about five stories tall, ivy vines growing up the sides like another skin. The whole place had a very peaceful Victorian look to it, like something straight out of the book The Secret Garden.

The yard was not very well kept but Harry thought it looked much better this way. Wild and free, the snarled plants wound together in bunches, seeking life from each other until you couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. Thorns jutted out from various plants that Harry had never seen before and he guess they were magical.

In front of the manor, cutting it off from the rest of the world stood a tall metal gate. This gate gave off an eerie look, a strange feeling of caution. But, you take in the sight once again, the house and all, and it gives you a sense of comfort, a sense of being home. Everything brought a sense of honor and history.

Atop the manor were a window room and Harry instantly knew he was 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 sleep," Sev drawled, trying to do a Draco impersonation…almost getting it, but failing all the same.

"Could I?" Harry breathed, forgetting all prior anger and aggravation at the man.

"Yes, you may, and Draco has a little surprise for you which you will see when you get situated."

"You…" Harry looked from Severus to Draco in shock,

"Huh? 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 not hear it,

"But you annoy me…and I hate your father to this day."

There was a long silence in which everyone just stood and took in the scene. Three people who once hated each other were getting along in front of a very beautiful cobblestone mansion. The sun was beginning to come up over the large hill that could be seen in the side yard, blood red.

But the moon was still out, a very bad sign indeed. Harry looked up at the full mood and immediately thought of Moony. Something was wrong with him and Harry was totally helpless…totally useless. Then Harry noticed the moon had a thin silver ring around it. This meant upcoming trouble. (1)

What else is new? Though Harry.

"Every night," Severus said, breaking Harry out of his thoughts,

"You and I, and if you wish it, Draco, will have sessions. You have issues you need to talk about, and don't try telling me you don't,"

Severus added when he saw Harry open his mouth to say something,

"You ran away from home, that's reason enough for me to send you to a counselor. Albus wanted you to, but knowing your attitude, you wouldn't accommodate to that well. Now, if you refuse to talk to either Draco or myself I will have to send to a counselor.

"Whatever," Harry said, not wanting to get into it at the moment,

"But before school starts I have to go to muggle London."

"What for?" Severus asked.

"New clothes, another tattoo, probably another piercing."

Draco's stomach did a front flip for a reason that was unknown to him.

"Yes, this will be no problem."

"Can we fucking go inside now? My feet hurt," Harry said, rocking slightly.

He needed a fix.

"Mr. Potter," Sev said in a warning tone to Harry's crude swearing.

"Fine, I wont swear in front of you…at least I'll try not to.

"Draco, you know your way around and your room is in the same hallway as Mr. Potter's. Please stay with him so he won't get lost and help him settle in his room. I know it is almost morning but when your finished both of you come down and eat a little something before going to sleep."

With that Harry took his guitar (in its case, of course) out of the backseat and slung it over his shoulders and settled it behind him. He then went to the trunk and unlocked it, grabbing his backpacks. As soon as he had them in his hand, one was snatched away by one larger and paler.

"Thanks, Malfoy," Harry said politely.

"Don't call me that," Draco responded a moment later as they entered the manor.

"Why?" Harry asked with no sarcasm, honestly wanting to know why.

"I am no longer a Malfoy," Draco said casually,

"He disowned me when I refused the Dark Mark. That's why I came here, though no one knows I'm hear because Sev is still a spy."

"Sorry. If I had a real family and I was disowned I'm not too sure how I would react."

Draco stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher if he was being serious or not. When Draco found no sarcasm or humor in Harry's beautiful green eyes…

"Wait…did I-did I just call his eyes beautiful?"

Draco was shocked to say the least. He knew he had feelings for Harry (though he didn't quite understand them) but this…this was sounding too serious. Too much like he was…gulp in love.

"I don't really like muggles or muggle-borns, but that doesn't mean I want to kill them. And I sure as hell don't want to be controlled by someone…especially a psycho maniac."

Harry scoffed at this and asked,

"Have you ever met him?"

"No, but I know you have," Draco said, trying to push as far as he could without Harry getting upset,

"What's it like?"

"Believe me, if you had seen him you would have ran out of the room crying like a little girl."

Ignoring the last comment, Draco decided to change the subject, not sure about how Harry would react if he pushed it farther. Walking up the stairs was beginning to get tiring for the both, who were each carrying something. To the very top of the Manor, where they were headed, there were no less than five flights of stairs.

"Do you write all of your own music?" Draco asked looking over at Harry who looked back, slightly shocked at the question.

Who would think Draco Malfoy would care?

"Yes, I write all the songs but the whole band usually writes the sheet music. I've written a lot of songs but I have to say that I think I like Pantomime the most."

"Sing it for me?" Draco asked, slightly embarrassed.

When they were in the club and Draco watched Harry on the stage he had to admit, if only to himself, that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his life. The lyrics were so moving and you could actually feel what Harry must have felt. The loud music had pounded in his chest, his heartbeat speeding and slowing with it.

Without any warning Harry began to sing,

"In my fantasy I'm a pantomime/I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean/words are too messy/and its way past time/to end in my mouth/paint my face white and tried/reinvent the sea/one wave at a time/speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight/I aint afraid to let it out/I'm not afraid to take that fall/but I have found beyond all doubt/we say more by saying nothing at all/in my fantasy no such thing as time/minutes bleed into days/avant garde/show me all your heresies/and I'll show you mine/we only speak in pantomime on this carpet ride/I aint afraid to let it out/I'm not afraid to take that fall/but I have found beyond all doubt/we say more by saying nothing at all."

Here Harry looked straight at Draco (they had stopped now, standing outside of Harry's door) like he had written it for him. Hell, maybe he had.

"In my fantasy you look good entwined/in my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine/you're my deep secret/I'm your pantomime/I'll just move my hands/I promise you'll see what I mean."

TBC…

A/N: Please review and I will love you forever! My chapters are a lot longer now, eh? I really hope you guys like this version. Sorry if a few things are spelled wrong, but as I said, I need a new back-up beta.

1) This is a Wiccan belief.