Okay people, this is it! The chapter you've all been waiting for, it's do or die for Jayson and Harry. What's going to happen?

I'm sorry if this chapter feels a little rushed, but I wanted to get this out as soon as I could to keep everyone happy. Besides, I think it's cute.

There are a lot of repeated phrases from the last chapter around the Room of Requirement scene in this chapter, but you'll understand why once you read it. I wanted it as close as possible to Draco's vision in the previous chapter.

By the way, the fan art has been completed. xXZero CoolXx did a fantastic job. If you want to see it, go to her livejournal, which is written on one of her Siren's Song reviews, or leave your email address and I will email it to you personally. Just express your interest.

Disclaimer: I do not own and Harry Potter related characters.


Siren's Song

Chapter 7

"Harry? Harry!"

"Huh? What?" Harry gave a start as a hand was waved in front if his eyes.

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked him, concerned.

"Hmmm? Yeah, I think so. I just feel a little out of it. I don't really know why." He sighed. "And my head hurts a little."

Hermione frowned, and put a hand to his forehead. "You do feel a little warm; maybe you should go and see Madam Pomfrey."

Harry brushed her hand away irritably. "I'm all right, there's no need to worry about me." He growled. "C'mon, we're going to be late for Transfiguration." He hurried away.

Hermione frowned as she watched him leave. She could see his hands shaking, and it worried her.

Hermione felt a hand rest on her shoulder, and she looked around to find Erika behind her, her brow creased with her own worries.

And Hermione knew that the older girl had seen the shaking too.


Draco was suspended in constant darkness. It felt as though his body was glowing, illuminating the complete blackness that surrounded him.

"I like it here." He whispered. "I feel loved here. I never want to go back to where I was before. I belong here."

Harry's face entered his mind, and he felt like crying. He shook his head vehemently to clear the image of him from his thoughts. "He doesn't love me." Draco said faintly. "There is no need to return to that world…"

Draco closed his eyes, and dreamed.

In his bed in the Hospital Wing, his pulse fluttered erratically. Madame Pomfrey sighed and smoothed the covers over the sleeping blonde. She didn't think it would be too long now… they were running out of time…


Harry found it hard to concentrate during transfiguration that morning, and for once it wasn't because his thoughts were occupied with Jayson. He was still annoyed with the older man for not telling him about Draco, but Jayson seemed unfazed by the whole affair. No, his mind drifted over nothing in particular, unable to focus on anything.

Both Erika and Hermione watched him carefully throughout the day, noticing his almost constant lapses in concentration, worriedly wondering what was wrong with the young hero of the Wizarding world.

Their answer came towards the end of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry's concentration levels were at an all time low for the day, and they all saw with no small amount of concern that very few spells that Harry cast worked for him. Even Harry's teachers were beginning to become concerned when Harry couldn't perform simple charms and incantations effectively.

"Harry, are you sure you're all right? There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to perform this charm." Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"No sir, I'm fine." Harry answered.

Harry walked with Ron and Hermione to Potions, Erika trailing behind them, as she was due in their class to assister Professor Snape for the lesson.

"Harry mate, are you sure you're all right?" Ron asked. He must've been the fifth person to ask Harry that question since breakfast.

"I'm okay!" Harry lied; his head was starting to spin.

Hermione seemed to sense the subtle change in his voice. "Harry, I think you should sit down for a moment."

"Yeah, sit down before you fall down." Ron added.

"I'm FINE Hermione!" Harry stressed.

Hermione was ready when he fell. It was as if his body just folded out from under him. Hermione grabbed hold of his arm, and Ron took hold of the other to try and keep him standing until they could set him down lightly in the corner.

Hermione put a hand to his forehead. "He has a fever." She said worriedly.

Erika crouched in front of him. She placed her hands on his temples, her brow creased in concentration.

When she finally released him, she stood, frowning. "It's strange; it's as if your magic's almost completely disappeared. It's like it's been…sapped…" she trailed off as her blue eyes met Hermione's brown ones.

Both girls stood up instantly, and Ron visibly cringed when Erika's eyes turned almost black with rage, as realisation finally hit.

"That son of a bitch." Erika hissed furiously. "I knew there was something wrong with this whole fucked up situation."

"That bastard!" Hermione breathed. "That bloody bastard!"

"Erm… what did I miss?" Ron demanded, confused.

"Never mind that now Ron, I'll explain later." Hermione said quickly.

Erika crouched again, resting her hands against Harry's temples once more. Harry's head snapped up and his eye's cleared and brightened where they had once been hazy with fever.

"There; I've been able to give you a little of my own energy to tide you over until we fix this little problem." She said.

"Get him to class Mia, and tell Professor Snape what's happened. You'd better tell the other's too."

Hermione nodded and she and Ron managed to drag Harry into the Potions lab.


Erika was thankful that Killian had a free lesson at that particular time; she didn't want a whole class of First or Second Years to hear what she had to say to the bastard.

She opened the door to the Defence classroom and closed it behind her with a slam.

"Miss Malfoy, can I help you?" Jayson asked coolly.

Erika's eye's darkened, something which no one would've thought possible considering their colour. "You son of a bitch… give me one good reason why I shouldn't feed you to the Venomous Tentacular or throw you off the astronomy tower. Either option results in you being hammered into the ground, which is now my ultimate goal in life."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jayson said calmly. Inwardly, his mind was in turmoil. "No! It can't end like this! Not after all this time!"

"You're a Siren! You've been manipulating Harry's feelings and emotions so that he left Draco and fell for you!" Erika raged. "And to make it worse, when you ran out of power, you used Harry's magic to keep the spell going, you sick bastard!"

Strains of music could be heard, getting louder as she got angrier; a haunting melody that sent shivers down even Jayson's spine.

Nevertheless, he smirked at her. "You think your power can match mine? You're nothing more than a half-blood if you're lucky, huh, a quarter-blood at the most!" he sent a slamming of power shimmering through the air towards the blonde girl.

Erika held her hand in front of her, and a light purple shield blossomed around her, and the force of Jayson's attack moved past her.

Erika gave him a trademark Malfoy smirk of her own. "Interesting. You're subtle Killian, but you're careless, you use raw power rather than melding it to you're purposes. You're a fool Killian, and now you're a fool who is going to pay for hurting my little brother, and for ruining everything Harry and Draco had together."

Jayson laughed, a cold sound that made her skin crawl. "You will not defeat me easily Miss Malfoy." He told her.

Erika, for all her small, slim frame and fragile appearance, was no weakling when it came to crafting Siren Spells. Thinking at record speed, trying to come up with a verse that would suit her purposes, she gathered her powers.

Never was and never will be

You're not real and you can't save me

And somehow now you're everybody's fool…

She let her power, as well as her rage, flow through her body and out through her outstretched palms. Her long blonde hair flew out behind her and the force of her attack threw her back against the door.

The rebound on her was nothing on the brunt of the attack that Jayson received. He was thrown high up into the air so that he skidded across the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom and landed in the back wall, taking out the blackboard as he collided with the stone.

Erika righted herself, pushing her hair behind her ears as if it never happened. She strolled over and bent over him. "I warned you Killian, I told you that I would pound you into the ground for what you did to Draco and Harry."

Killian looked up at her through dazed eyes. "I only did it because I love him…" he murmured.

Erika snorted her disbelief, turning quickly when a cold voice cut her off. "Tell it to the Headmaster Jayson. It's time to end this little charade. I for one would like to see my Godson wake from his coma before it's too late." Severus stood in the doorway.

He bent over Erika, his obsidian eyes showing deep concern. "Are you all right?" he asked the girl quietly.

She took a shuddering breath and nodded, wincing as she rubbed the small of her back. "Yeah, I'm okay." She replied. "Can you go and find Harry? I'll bring this…" she jerked her head at Jayson, "To Professor Dumbledore's office."

Severus nodded his understanding, and with a final glare in Jayson's direction, left as silently as he had come.


Erika unceremoniously hauled Jayson's sorry ass up to professor Dumbledore, where they found Severus waiting with a very tired and anxious looking Harry. Minerva stood behind Dumbledore's desk.

"What is this all about Miss Erika?" Professor Dumbledore asked her kindly, although the twinkle was missing from his eyes.

Rika looked at Harry, her eyes still blue-black with pent up rage, and music strains still floating around her.

"Harry, this is probably going to hurt like hell, but you need to hear this." Erika told him, her voice tight with anger. "Jayson is a Siren, and he's been using his abilities to manipulate how you felt about Draco, and changed your emotions so you fell for him instead."

Harry paled, as did Jayson. Harry looked from Erika to Jayson and back again, confused. "And to make matters worse, when he ran out of power, he used your own magic stores to fuel his control over you. That's the reason you collapsed earlier, you're magic had almost run dry." Erika continued ruthlessly.

Harry turned to Jayson, tears spilling from his eyes. "Tell me it isn't true!" he whispered. When Jayson remained silent, he yelled, "Tell me it isn't true!"

Jayson took a deep breath and sank into a nearby seat, his head in his hands. "It's true." He replied, his voice void of tone and emotion.

"No!" Harry cried. He felt like his heart was going to shatter. He fell to his knees on the floor of the office. Erika knelt beside him, resting her arm around his back and holding him close to her.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Jayson gravely. "You must release the spell immediately."

"NO!" Jayson cried. "No, I love him! Please!" he begged.

"Forced love is one sided love." Minerva told him sharply. "Do you really want to continue this way, knowing that the love that Harry feels for you isn't real?"

Jayson was silent for a long moment, struggling with himself. Finally, there was a shift of magic in the air, and Harry's head snapped up. "Dray… oh no, Draco!" he leapt to his feet and made a dash for the door.

Jayson caught his hand as he passed him. "Let go of me!" Harry snarled, wrenching his hand away from the older man's grasp.

"Harry, I love you so much…" Jayson told him.

"If you loved me so much you would've let me be happy." Harry growled. "If you loved me you would've let me stay with Draco instead of forcing me to love you back. Thanks to your so-called 'love' I could lose the real love of my life."

"Harry please…" Jayson begged him.

"Never come near me again." Harry said coldly, before walking out the door and heading to the Hospital Wing.

"I'm afraid Harry is right Jayson." Professor Dumbledore said softly. "You are forbidden to see Harry out of class, and to have no contact with him unless there is another staff member present. As your contract is void at the end of the year, I doubt that I will be renewing it."

Jayson hung his head and wept.


Erika and Severus left Jayson with Minerva and Albus, unable to bear the pitiful man any longer.

Severus looked around. "Potter's gone." He commented.

Erika snorted. "Funny that. He's probably half way to the Hospital Wing by now." She told him.

"Rika… do you need me to…?" Severus asked her, gesturing at her eyes. She looked down and nodded.

He lifted her chin, and with pulled her to him with a swift tug, he lowered his mouth to hers in a searing kiss that went longer than it should have.

He pulled abruptly away. "I apologise." He heaved a sigh. "Dammit Erika, how do you do this to me?" he demanded.

"Do what, Severus?" she asked him softly.

"Make me fall in love with you?" he said wearily. "You drive me crazy every time I see you, I just lose control. And there's nothing I can do about it except stay away from you!"

He spun his robes billowing behind him as he began to stride away from her. She caught his hand and tugged him back around to face her. "Don't" she said fiercely, "Don't you ever stay away."

He looked at her, confused, and she gave him a trademark Malfoy smirk. "I like being able to make you lose control." He whispered.

He groaned and caught her to him in a wild, passionate kiss that left them both breathless.


The instant Harry was out of Dumbledore's office, he broke into a run in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

He was almost there when he cannoned directly into Blaise. "Whoa, sorry Harry." The Slytherin boy apologised.

"No, it's my fault. I was in a hurry to see Dray…" he trailed off as he looked past Blaise to the doors of the Hospital Wing.

Blaise saw the longing look in his eyes. "Welcome back Harry, Hermione told us what really happened. I'm sorry."

Harry smiled sadly. "It's my fault for being such a twat." He replied.

Blaise chuckled when the emerald eyes looked past him again. "Go Harry, fix this." He said, giving him a push in the right direction.

Harry smiled and pushed the door open. He turned suddenly. Blaise raised an eyebrow at him.

"I really do love him, you know."

Blaise grinned. "I know, but why are you telling me that?" he pointed at the open door. "Tell him, he's the one that needs to know it, not me." Harry grinned back and darted inside.

Madam Pomfrey greeted him with a relieved smile. "I'm glad you're here Harry, he's not going to last much longer."

Harry climbed onto the bed with the blonde boy he loved so much. He smiled his thanks when the kindly matron pulled the curtains around them.

He ran his fingers through strands of platinum blonde hair and kissed the pale forehead. "Draco honey, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I love you so much, please come back to me." He kissed Draco's lips softly, "I swear I'll never hurt you again."

He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you."


Draco felt warm lips brush his forehead and a familiar voice called out to him through the darkness of his sanctuary.

"Draco honey, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I love you so much, please come back to me." Draco felt those lips brush lightly against his own.

"I swear I'll never hurt you again."

Draco found himself following the voice, but he stopped himself. "It's safe here. I won't get hurt; no one will ever hurt me."

The voice came again, and said three simple words that made Draco recognise it instantly.

"I love you."

"Harry?" Draco whispered, scarcely able to believe it. The pull towards the voice became stronger and this time, Draco didn't fight it.

Through the darkness, he could hear music, a soft, almost romantic, melody. He could almost see the staves and notes as they wrapped around his body.

"Harry…" Draco said again, almost reverently.

"I love you, too."

And he opened his eyes.


Harry held his breath as Draco's eyes fluttered open, revealing irises the colour of molten silver, shining with deep love and warmth that flooded through the Gryffindor's body.

As Draco took bearing of his surrounding, his eyes met Harry's, and he murmured his name. "H-Harry?" he asked.

"Shhhh… I'm here love." He whispered.

"What happened?" Draco asked.

"You've been in a coma, and…" Harry tried unsuccessfully to fight back his tears. "It was all because of me!"

"No Harry, it wasn't your fault, it was Killian's. Don't blame yourself for what that bastard did when he tore us apart." Draco soothed him.

Between sobs, Harry explained what Jayson had done to him. And that made Draco certain that none of this was Harry's fault.

They lay there for hours, holding each other as they kissed, and relearned each other. Finally, the two fell asleep, and Madame Pomfrey kept the others away, letting them have one night of peace.

The following morning, Harry woke and simply watched Draco as he slept; glad to have the blonde back in his arms. And this time, he planned to make it permanent.

When Draco woke, feeling as if nothing had ever gone wrong, Harry laughed as he found himself with an armful of lusty teenager, smothering him with kisses, and was more than happy to return the favour.

Blaise came to visit, and was amused when he found a thoroughly kissed Harry and Draco curled up together on the bed.

Later that afternoon, Draco was allowed to leave the Hospital Wing, and he left with his hand in Harry's.

He didn't let go until he was smothered in a hug from three very relieved girls. Hermione, Alessia and Ginny all pounced on him at once, happy that he was back amongst them at last.

The gang decided to forego dinner in the Great Hall, so they all trooped down to the kitchens for food, and Dobby was only too happy to oblige.

The others hardly noticed when Harry and Draco slipped away, to caught up in their celebration. By the time Hermione and Alessia noticed and mentioned to the others, the lovebirds were long gone.

"Ah, leave them be." Seamus said good naturedly. "Tonight is their night, let them enjoy it."

Harry led Draco to the Room of Requirement and carried him bridal style into the room, making Draco laugh.

Draco looked around, and found the room looked oddly familiar.

A roaring fire, a large oriental rug in front of it. A large leather sofa was sitting near the fire…

Draco smiled, this was the room that had been in his vision while he was in the coma.

"Oh God…" Draco flushed slightly as he remembered, and shivered in anticipation.

Just like in the vision, Harry led him to the couch and pulled the blonde on to his lap.

He lent down and, twining his hands in the blonde strands, captured Draco's lips with his own, enjoying the sounds that came from the Slytherin's mouth as he explored its contours.

"Oh Gods Draco, I love you so much."He told him, his voice echoing the wordsDraco merely turned the kiss more passionate. He was in heaven; it was playing out just like his vision, and everything was perfect. Better than perfect.

"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 melded himself deeper into Harry's arms, making the taller boy moan into his mouth.

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.

Harry pulled back for a moment. "Are you sure about this? i don't want to hurt you." he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Draco kissed him softly. "I'm sure. He hurt me Harry, but only you can make me pure again. I love you." he replied gently. Harry smiled and continued on his path along Draco's skin.

Draco surrendered himself to the sensation, letting Harry slowly make love to him.

Draco cried out in abandon, this was perfect, everything was exactly the way it should be, and the way that it was always going to stay. Draco was loved, and he loved someone in return.

Hours later, Harry and Draco lay, naked entwined together in the bed breathing somewhat heavily, and happy beyond belief.

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.

And this time, Draco knew exactly what to sing.

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.


That's the end of another chapter, please review and tell me what you think. I'm aiming for at least 151, because I want it to beat my Gravitation fanfic, so help me everyone!

Hope to get the next one out as soon as I can, so I'll see you then! I still want some more opinions on the bonus chapter idea, thanks to all those who supported it!

Until next time!

Ja Ne!