Welcome to the latest Chapter of Siren's Song, probably the last regular instalment for quite a while, although I will do my best. School starts in a couple of days and it's my senior year. Therefore, the workload has officially doubled.
In this chapter, the gang are finally able to tell Harry about Draco's illness after a three week period of failed attempts to drag him a way from Jayson.
We find out what Draco dreams of while in his coma, and upon discovering the details of Draco's coma, Harry has a hard decision to make.
I would like to thank all my reviewers, as I am officially over the hundred review mark! And I'm only half way through this story too! I'm so happy, and xXZero CoolXx has even informed me that she is doing a Siren's Song fanart! A major thankyou to her, I can't wait to see it!
Before I let you get on and read the chapter, I want everyone's opinion on a bonus chapter between the final chapter and the epilogue, where Harry and Draco go to visit Draco's squib cousin in Australia, I think it would be kind of fun to do, particularly with the way I see this heading, so I want to know what you all think!
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Siren's Song
Chapter 6
"Harry! Harry!" Hermione called, coming up behind him and putting the map away.
"Hermione?" Harry turned to look at her. "What's the matter?"
Before Hermione could get a word out, Jayson appeared from around the corner. "I'm sorry Miss Granger, but I need to borrow Harry for a moment." He said smoothly, wrapping an arm around his waist and leading him away.
"Harry!" Hermione tried to stop him.
Her grinned sheepishly. "Sorry 'Mione, I'll talk to you later okay?" he told her, and disappeared before Hermione could stop him.
"Y'know," Harry said to Jayson, a smile playing about his face. "Hermione might have had something important to tell me."
Jayson smiled back at him, and Harry felt his heart flutter. "I doubt it." He said airily.
Harry frowned, looking doubtful. Hermione wouldn't look that frantic for no reason.
Jayson leant down and kissed him, gently, yet with a strange force, and Harry weakened and his mind hazed. "You're right." He murmured. "It's probably nothing."
Jayson smiled at him again, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "C'mon." he whispered in Harry's ear, making the boy shiver agreeably.
Jayson led Harry to a life sized statue of a mermaid. Jayson said the password and led Harry inside.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around the large, cavernous room, as he looked around, he saw that at one end of the room there was a door that led to a bedroom, and another that led to a study-cum-library. The room itself was a cosy living room complete with a cosy fireplace and plush couch.
"These are my quarters." Jayson told him, his eyes twinkling. "I figured we had enough time before I have to go teach a class and you have to go to Herbology. So I thought I'd bring you here."
He crossed the room and drew Harry into his arms, lowering his mouth to the smaller boy's.
Harry kissed him back feverently, his arms reaching up and twining his arms around his neck, and burying his fingers in the midnight strands of hair.
As Jayson pulled back he cradled Harry against his chest, the raven haired Gryffindor found himself thinking; "Something doesn't feel right… it's like we don't fit together. I can't fit myself into the crook of his neck, as if we were two halves of the same whole… like Draco could fit against me." The thought saddened him.
He banished from his mind as he was kissed with such passion that he could barely breathe.
He hardly noticed that Jayson had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss.
Harry tightened his grip around Jayson's neck as he was pushed backwards on to the bed. He closed his eyes and sighed tilting his neck so that Jayson could kiss it as he cast Harry's robe to the side and started on the buttons on his shirt.
Jayson had just begun to work on Harry's pants when the boy stilled his hands. "I don't think we have that much time before class starts." He said with a smile.
Jayson looked up at him, his eyes dark with want. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm rushing things, aren't I?" he said, his voice heavy with need.
Harry laughed. "Yeah, maybe a little." He said, kissing the man atop him fiercely. "Not that I'm complaining really."
They stayed like that for a while, Jayson contenting himself with kissing his way up and down Harry's chest, neck and face, enjoying Harry's moans as he arched into his touches.
Finally, Harry raised himself from the bed and reached for his discarded shirt and robe. "We should get going." He said.
Jayson nodded, and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist. The two left the room together.
Everywhere Hermione went in search of Harry for the next week; Jayson appeared out of nowhere and dragged him away from her. There was never a chance to tell her friend about Draco's coma.
And it wasn't just her either. Every member of their group had somehow tried to keep Harry's attention long enough to tell him the news, but each time they had made an attempt, Jayson would distract Harry and they'd lose their chance.
They'd even tried cornering him in the Common Room, but the instant they mentioned Draco's name, Harry would second guess them and get angry, saying heatedly that they were giving him a hard time about breaking up with him and that he didn't want to hear about it, which was most unusual for him. Harry was generally even tempered, despite his occasional explosions over the war situation.
Another week passed, and they still hadn't managed to get Harry alone long enough to talk to him about Draco. They tried talking to him before class, but Professor Killian seemed to know exactly when to start the class. They couldn't talk to him during class either, because they'd been copying notes from the board for the last two weeks, and Professor Killian would not tolerate talking during theory lessons.
At meal times in the Great Hall, they could hardly draw Harry's attention from the Staff Table and Jayson long enough. As well as the fact that they couldn't tell him without shouting it across the Gryffindor table ad attracting a lot of attention. They had decided to keep Draco's illness under wraps for as long as they possibly could, and yelling it at Harry in the middle of the Great Hall was a sure fire way of spreading rumours.
On a particular gloomy day, almost three weeks after Draco fell into a coma; Hermione dropped into a chair and sighed tiredly.
"I give up." She said, sending a glare in Harry's direction, where he was sitting and staring at Jayson. "I've got no idea how to get his attention long enough to tell him what happened."
"It's as if Professor Killian's actually trying to stop us from telling him." Ron agreed.
Hermione's head shot up. "That's it! That's got to be it!" she cried.
The others looked at her curiously.
"Erika and Professor Snape had to have told the rest of the faculty about what happened to Draco. Killian must know, and he's trying to stop us from telling Harry!"
"It wouldn't surprise me." Erika said behind them. "We did tell the other teachers about Draco."
"So he's doing this on purpose!" Ginny said indignantly.
"Most likely." Erika replied with a nod.
"Well, if that's the case, then we've got no hope of telling Harry what's going on." Blaise moaned dejectedly.
"Its okay brother, we'll find away." Lessa told him, putting an arm around his shoulder.
What disturbed them the most was the fact that Harry hadn't heard a single word they'd said. In fact, he didn't even blink. It was almost as if he was… possessed.
As it happened, the opportunity to tell Harry about Draco came to pass the next day, at the Slytherin versus Ravenclaw Quidditch match.
The game resulted with the Slytherin team defeating the Ravenclaw team by a considerable fifty points, and a rather puzzled Harry.
"Blaise did good today." He commented as he left the stadium with Ron and Hermione. Blaise was the Slytherin Keeper, and the captain of the team.
Hermione smiled and nodded. Ron gave her a look, and she blushed.
"What did I miss?" Harry asked curiously.
"Hermione likes Blaise!" Ron carolled, and Harry grinned and joined the teasing.
"Oh shut up Ronald! I suppose you don't like Lessa then?" Hermione sniped.
Ron's ears flushed pink and Harry laughed.
"Where's Draco? He wasn't playing today." Harry said suddenly. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen him around for a while."
Hermione and Ron tensed, this was it! This was their opportunity to tell him!
"Harry, we've got to tell you something, it's about Draco…" Hermione began.
But inevitably, Jayson chose that moment to appear out of the crowd. "Mr. Potter, might I borrow a moment of your time?" he asked, and none of them missed the suggestive tone underlying his voice.
Harry smiled apologetically "Sorry 'Mione, tell me later okay?" he called and he began to follow Jayson back towards the table.
Hermione lost her temper; she'd had enough of this. "No Harry! I will not tell you later! I'm going to tell you NOW!" she yelled.
Harry turned, surprised by the tone of her voice. "Hermione… later, all right." He said irritably.
"No Harry," Hermione said it quietly, but her voice was full of pent up fury. "You have to hear this."
Harry, his brow furrowed in anger, crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, but this had better be important Hermione." He snapped.
Hermione stalked up to Harry and place herself directly in front of him. Looking up at him so that their foreheads almost touched. "Draco's in the Hospital Wing Harry!" she snarled. "He's in a coma for Gods sakes Harry! He's been in a coma for almost three weeks!" she noticed with no small satisfaction that he turned pale.
"But…" Harry stammered. ""Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.
"We tried Harry!" Ron told him angrily. "But every time we got close to you he would come and get rid of us!"
"Don't you dare blame this on Jayson!" Harry hissed.
"Harry, he's known since Rika and Professor Snape told the teachers what had happened to him, and he never told you!" Hermione all but shrieked, drawing a few stares their way.
Harry spun around to face Jayson, his eyes wide and hurt. "You knew?" he whispered. "And you didn't tell me?"
"Harry…" Jayson began.
"That explains it…" Harry muttered, tears threatening to spill. "That explains why I've hardly seen my friends… why you keep drawing me away from them for no reason; under some stupid pretence…" he trailed off.
"Harry…" Jayson tried again.
Harry just brushed past him, and broke into a run in the direction of the castle.
Harry didn't stop running until he reached the Hospital Wing. When he entered Madam Pomfrey smiled at him. "I was wondering when you'd stop by for a visit Mr. Potter." She said. "Mr. Malfoy is over there." She pointed in the direction of the far left hand corner of the room.
Harry made his way to the bed, and saw Blaise sitting on one side, talking quietly to the sleeping Draco about Slytherin's sensational win over Ravenclaw.
Harry smiled as he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. Blaise looked up at him. "I see you finally found out he was here." He commented lightly.
Harry hung his head. "I'm… sorry." He whispered.
Blaise reached across the bed and patted Harry's hand. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault." He replied. Harry nodded, but he knew they other boy was just trying to make him feel better.
Harry reached out and brushed a stray hair away from Draco's face. "What caused this?" he asked.
Blaise studied him carefully. "Mia obviously didn't tell you." He remarked. When Harry shook his head, the Slytherin boy explained. "Draco's coma is brought on by heartbreak, Harry. Because of his Siren powers, he feels heartbreak at least twice as much as a normal person. After you broke up with him, he stopped singing remember?" Harry nodded. "He stopped singing, and it bottled all his emotions inside with no way to let them out. Erika said that he could die if he doesn't wake up before too long."
They were silent for a long time, Harry struggling with uncertain emotions, until Blaise said suddenly, "Do you know what Draco wants more than anything, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "No, we didn't talk about our dreams or aspirations much." He replied.
Blaise watched the Gryffindor out of the corner of his eye. "Draco wants nothing more than to marry, and fill that stupid manor with children. Because he's essentially lived most of his life as an only child, that manor's kind of big and empty, and he hates that." The Slytherin told him carefully, trying to gauge the other boy's reaction.
"What's that got to do with me?" Harry asked, unsure what to make of this information.
"Harry, Draco's been in love with you longer than you could ever imagine. Most of his dreams for the future have involved being with you, since third year at least. I guess he never expected that you'd ever love him back, so it came twice as hard to him when you broke it off." Blaise explained softly.
Harry was silent for a long time. "Children? I never thought I'd have…" he said to himself, finding himself liking the idea of him and Draco having kids.
"Yeah, Draco always planned to adopt, but there are potions and spells that allow Wizards to have children of their own." Blaise answered, missing the underlying tones to Harry's words.
The dark haired Slytherin sighed. "But it's as I said, he never expected you to love him back."
Harry was silent again as he fought internally with his emotions. Blaise watched his struggle with a slight smile gracing his face as he got up and, with a final look in Draco's direction, he left the two alone.
Harry, deep in thought, took Draco's hand between his own, and stayed there for quite some time.
Draco looked around him. Puzzled, he noticed that he was standing on a sunny hillside, his blonde hair blowing gently in the slight breeze that wafted through from behind him.
As he pushed his hair out of his eyes, he gave a start as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. He turned, and saw Harry, his green eyes shimmering with tears, and Draco smiled at the emotions swimming in their depths.
"I'm sorry," the raven haired boy whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
Draco turned in the other teen's embrace so that he could look up into Harry's eyes. "It's all right, I understand." He replied softly, turning his face up for Harry's kiss, which the taller boy willingly relinquished.
They stood there for quite some time, watching the sun as it set, exchanging sweet kisses and soft words.
"I love you." Harry murmured in his ear, making Draco shiver at the heat in his voice.
"I love you too." Draco answered, reaching up and pulling Harry down into a searing kiss.
The vision changed, and Draco found himself, and Harry, in a luxurious room. There was a roaring fire, a large oriental rug in front of it. A large leather sofa was sitting near the fire, and Draco blushed when he spied the massive bed, complete with curtains. Harry led him gently to the couch, and pulled him down into his arms as he sat.
He lent down and captured Draco's lips with his own, enjoying the sounds that came from the Slytherin's mouth as he explored.
"Oh Gods Draco, I love you so much." Harry murmured between kisses. Draco smiled against his lips, and responded to Harry's confession with a powerful kiss.
"I'm never letting you go again." Harry told him in a whisper. "I swear as long as I live I'm never letting you out of my arms."
Draco merely threw himself even deeper into Harry's embrace.
Harry gently lifted the smaller boy into his arms and stood, allowing his mouth to explore Draco's neck before nipping, kissing and licking his way towards the blonde's collar bone and skimming over his shoulders.
Draco moaned and arched his body into Harry's. Dropping his head into Harry's neck, he sucked on the skin lightly, happy when he heard Harry's answering groan.
He wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's neck as he felt his back meet the softness of the bed. He sighed as Harry settled over him, hardly stopping to break the kiss as his fingers drifted towards the buttons on Draco's shirt.
Draco surrendered himself to the sensation, letting Harry slowly make love to him.
Again, the scene changes, and they're lying together on the same bed, in the same room, only the fire wasn't lit, and the room was pleasantly warm. Harry had his arms around Draco, and he kissed the blonde lightly on the forehead.
"Draco?" Harry said softly.
"Hmmm?" Draco replied, half asleep.
"Would you sing for me?" Harry asked.
Draco turned over to look at him. "Anything in particular?" he queried.
Harry shook his head. "Whatever you want." He answered, tenderly brushing a strand of hair from the Slytherin boy's forehead.
Draco nodded, and with a small, modest smile, and let his voice echo through the room.
Maybe its intuition, some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes I see my future in an instant
And there it goes; I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe…
I knew I loved you before I met you,
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life.
There's just no rhyme or reason, only a sense of completion
Like in your eyes I see the missing pieces,
I'm searching for; I think I've found my best friend
I know that it might sound more that a little crazy
But I believe…
Ooh… (A thousand angels dance around you)
Ooh… (I am complete now that I've found you)
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life…
Draco finished singing and his mouth was immediately claimed by Harry's. "That was beautiful." Harry told him. "You're beautiful."
Draco blushed and said nothing, but his glowing smile told Harry that he was right. Draco was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
And this was how Draco knew it should always be. This was the way he wanted it to stay...
Harry didn't move from Draco's side for quite some time, his mind in turmoil. He was hurt that Jayson hadn't told him of his friend's illness, even when he'd known for three weeks that the blonde Slytherin had been in the Hospital Wing. Harry found himself fondly remembering the short time he'd spent with Draco, and the more he thought about it, he wished that he'd never ended the relationship to be with Jayson. His relationship with Draco had seemed… more real somehow.
His messy thoughts were interrupted when Erika entered to check up on her younger brother.
"Hey." She greeted him as she sat down in the seat Blaise had previously vacated.
"Hey." Harry replied in kind.
Erika smoothed the hair from Draco's forehead, much like Harry himself had earlier.
"I'm sorry." Harry said awkwardly. "I wish someone had been able to tell me sooner."
Erika shook her head and smiled reassuringly. "It's not your fault. I had a feeling that Jayson would try to avoid telling you." She said, trying to gauge the boy's reaction.
"I cannot believe he neglected to tell me!" Harry burst out angrily.
Erika said nothing. There was nothing she could say with out upsetting him. She only hoped that Harry would now rethink his relationship with Killian.
Harry got up and went to the door, so that Erika could have some time alone with her brother.
Before he opened it to leave, he turned to face her. "He'll be all right, won't he?" he asked in a small voice.
Erika sighed. "I honestly don't know. I should explain, Harry, that because his coma is brought on by heartbreak, he will not wake unless the one who brought about this heartbreak returns his love. If that doesn't happen, he will die."
She looked down at her brother's still form and Harry saw a single tear slide down her cheek. "He will die, because all he dreams of is being with the one he loves, and where he is, is where he'd rather be instead of this sad reality where the one he loves will not love him in return. Eventually, his body will lose the will to continue and he will simply fade away." She bowed her head so that he couldn't see her tears.
Harry, horrified, turned and fled. He had caused this! It was his fault that Draco was laying there as if dead.
"No," a small part of him whispered. "It's Jayson's fault, you loved Draco just fine before he came along!"
He halted. Couldn't he just go back inside and tell Draco he loved him? He thought about it a minute.
Unfortunately, before he could make that decision, Jayson appeared out of nowhere. "Harry! I've been looking for you everywhere!" he cried, coming forward to wrap his arms around the Gryffindor.
"Stay away from me!" Harry snarled, and the taller man withdrew with a sharp intake of breath.
"Harry I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Draco. I wish I had!" Jayson pleaded with him, Harry looked at him coldly, and felt his heart turn over in his chest.
Jayson smirked to himself as he swooped in and claimed Harry's mouth in a kiss. That was a close one! But nothing was going to stop him from having Harry's love all for himself. He loved Harry more than anyone else in the world, why should anyone else have his love?
Harry sighed and melted. No, so long as any part of him loved Jayson Killian, he could not wake Draco from his coma.
That is the end of Chapter 6! I hope you all like it. Things are not boding well for our favourite couple are they? Never fear, things are on their way up! It's a shame you'll all have to wait so long! I didn't do it on purpose I swear!
Please read and review, and tell me what you think, I hope you will also give me your opinion on that bonus chapter!
Until next time!
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