Chapter 4

Harry walked down the dimly lit hallway, each step he took feeling as if it weighed a ton. He looked around at the tan colored walls, and burgundy shag rug. The outdated light fixtures on the walls in pattern with every other door he passed. He then came to a door that read 143B . He reached into the left pocket of his jacket and pulled out another piece of paper, that was neatly folded. He unfolded it and looked at the writing upon it. 143B it read and he sighed.

"Why couldn't you be the wrong door?" he wondered as he put the paper back in his pocket.

He looked on the painted door, which matched the walls, and raised his hand to knock on it. Just as quickly as his hand came up it went back down and came up again. Harry turned around and headed back down the hallway, feeling defeated and guilty. All he could think of was Draco, and how he had just up and left him, but was he really a bad person? He had waited by Draco's from the start. Minutes became hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. All the while he never once questioned his love for him, but time took it's tole on his heart. The strain on his emotions was too much, he needed love. He needed more then just the dreams he dreamed of time gone by. He need more then fading memories of a silver eyed, blonde boy who had become a man before his eyes. He need to feel someone's touch, kiss, embrace...and whether or not that was Draco was not a decision he had to make.

He turned back around and went back to the door, you can do this repeating over and over again in his head. He came back to the door and raised his hand to it. After a moment he inhaled a bit of air and knocked on the door. After a second or two there was no answer so he knocked again.

"One minute.." He heard call from inside.

"Shit you've done it now Harry" He thought as he quickly turned around and walked briskly down the hall.

"Harry...?" Ryan called after him, looking down the hall in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Um..." He said turning around to face him, "Just came by to say hi...well hi...bye" Harry answered turning back around.

"Well would you like to come in?" Ryan asked gesturing inside his apartment.

"No, I couldn't , I really have to go. Your probably busy anyway so I'll just be heading home–"

Harry sat on Ryan's couch as he disappeared into the kitchen. Harry looked around at the contemporary apartment. Combinations of glass, metal, wood, and various colors splurged throughout the room.

"You work in a café so how can you afford all this?" He asked Ryan, seeing him return from the confines of his kitchen.

"Well, the café is just a part time job..." He said handing Harry a forest green mug, "I'm a musician also."

"What do you play, guitar, bass, drums–?"

"Violin" Ryan interrupted, Harry almost joked on his hot chocolate, "Is something the matter?"

"No, no it's just the violin was last on my list of instruments you could play, I mean well not to say you can't play because you obviously can since you're a paid musician, not to say that you just play for the money, but I mean...I'm just going to shut up now." Harry stated, now taking a huge gulp of hot chocolate.

"It's ok , I understand." Ryan said with a titter, "Would you like me to play for you?" Ryan asked setting his mug on the glass coffee table and going through a narrow hallway and disappearing into a room on the left.

He really didn't intend to give Harry time to answer and it was fine with him, Harry enjoyed music as much as the next person and was going to comply with his request anyway. He brought his legs onto the couch and sat Indian style, taking irregular sips on his hot chocolate. He felt it was a little warm in the room so saw it best to take off his scarf and coat, resting them in the couch where Ryan was moments before.

"Well this is something I have been working on for awhile but it's still not done" Ryan said, now in the room.

He brought a all black violin resting in the ready position. He took the bow(A/N: that's what the stick is called just incase anyone is wondering) and put it on the set of strings. Harry, placed his mug on the table and sat back in the chair.

"Ready?" Ryan asked.

"Ready." Harry answered softly.

His eyes closed peacefully and he inhaled softly. Ryan ran the bow across the violin strings as his fingers danced on the strings on the neck of the violin. Each note strung together creating a harmonious melody that was beautiful, and elegant in ever shape and form, yet a sense of sadness dripped from the song as it seemed to fly all over the room gently glinding on air. Harry marveled at the way he flowed with his music. From head to toe he could see that Ryan felt the music and poured his soul into it. Strands of cinnamon atop a gentle face concealing marine colored spheres behind closed eye lids. Long muscular arms cover with woven grey fabric as was his broad chest and lean torso. Harry's eye traveled further down Ryan's body, black slacks and modest white socks met his eyes before he went back up to that docile face.

With one last stroke of the bow against the strings he opened his eyes and smiled. Harry clapped hyperbolically with a equally beaming smile as Ryan took a modest bow.

"I've been working on it for sometime now. Was it really that good?" He said placing the violin on the glass table and taking a seat next to Harry.

"Yes it was. I'm not too gifted in the art of music but I do recognize brilliance when I see it...or hear it in this case." Ryan let out a light chuckle.

"Well tell me something about yourself."

"Well what do you want to kno–"

"What of this scar, on your forehead?" Ryan interrupted moving ebony locks from over the thunderbolt shaped scar.

"I got it when I was little." Harry said trying to figure out some bullshit story to explain it.

"What happened?" Ryan rubbing his thumb across, "I'm sorry!" Ryan said as Harry winced in pain.

"No it's fine." Harry said holding his forehead, "It seems to do that every so often." He said with a smile, "So that song you played, what is it called?" He asked changing the subject.

"Paper Airplanes." He said reaching for his violin.

"Paper Airplanes? What kind of title is that?" Harry quickly turned red realizing how rude that must have sounded.

"No it's ok" Ryan said picking up Harry's head by his chin, "When I was little my mother and father were in a car accident. My mother died on the spot but my father lived long enough to make it the hospital.

Ryan's small feet pressed against white tiles as he walked hand and hand with a nice red haired woman in a nurse's uniform.

"Where's my daddy" the young six year old asked.

The nurse looked at him with a smile contrasting with the sad expression her eyes seemed to convey. They walked for a little while longer before the came to large white door with a slim window on the top left just over the handle.

"Your daddy is in here...would you like me to go in with you?" She asked kneeling down to him.

"No I'm ok. He's my daddy I'm not sure if knows you." Ryan answered with a smile.

"Yes, your right" she replied ruffling his cinnamon locks a little before opening the door for him.

"Daddy...are you sleeping?" Ryan asked as walked towards the hospital bed.

He climbed onto a metal bench next to the bed and looked to see his father attached to a multitude of machines, his eyes closed tightly. Slowly, his eyes opened and he wearily looked to see Ryan's big blue eyes staring down at him.

"Daddy, daddy I have to show you what they taught me in school today." Ryan said pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Show me son" His father said with a sickly smile, placing his hand on Ryan's head.

"Well you fold here, and then here and then here. You see Daddy I think it's called a paper airplane" Ryan said holding the airplane proudly in his hand.

His father smiled before he saw Ryan's smile had faded.

"Ryan, what's wrong?"

"Well, when the teacher made it, she threw it and it started to fly. Everyone else in the class could do it too...but me."

His father struggled to sit up before taking the plane in his hand.

"Come here Ryan." He said, Ryan snuggling under his father's arm, "You see you have to be gentle but firm with it. You have to hold it firmly in your hand but toss it gently so it can glide on the air." He said tossing it across the room, "You see?"

"Yeah, can I try?" He said with eager eyes.

"Yes."

So Ryan made another paper airplane and went to toss it and this time it indeed did fly.

"Daddy, daddy look I did it" He said with a beaming smile, "...Daddy...?"

His father had peacefully closed his eyes with a smile, Ryan snug under his arm. Ryan removed his arm and nudged his father trying to wake him up but it didn't help.

"Daddy look, you have to see I can make it fly too" There was no answer, "Come on Daddy you'll be so proud of me." Still no answer.

The red head nurse outside couldn't take the sight of it anymore and came into the room, asking Ryan to come with her.

"Wait my daddy has to see me fly the airplane, he showed me how to do it" he said with a smile, "Now daddy get up to I can show you and the nice nurse lady."

"Ryan...he can't answer you, I doubt he can hear you either" she said looking down at the floor.

"What do you mean?" His smile fading.

"He's...he's dead Ryan, Im sorry."

"What do you mean dead?"

"He's not here anymore, he's gone."

"No, he can't be gone he's right here. My daddy would never leave me, never."

"I'm sorry Ryan I'm going to have to ask you to come with me now" she said as two more nurses came to the door.

"No wait I have to stay with my daddy." He pleaded as the nurse took his arm, "No I can't leave without my daddy."

She took him outside the room and knelt down behind him, hugging him tightly. Ryan looked in the room as one nurse turned off the life support and the other placed the cheet over his head.

"Daddy..." Ryan whispered as one of the nurse from inside the room came and closed the door.

"I had no idea I'm...sorry." Harry said bringing Ryan into a warm hug after seeing a tear fall from his sapphire eyes.

"No it's ok, I've come to terms with it." He replied resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"My parent's died when I was young too but I never got the chance to get attached so I have no idea what I could say to make this better." Ryan picked his head up off of Harry's shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"Don't say anything." Ryan said calmly placing his hand on Harry's cheek.

Ryan brought his lips to Harry's gently. Soft as a feather his lips were as they caressed Harry's. Harry could feel Ryan deepen the kiss and push him back onto the couch.

"Wait..." Harry said breaking the kiss, "I can't...I'm sorry"

Ryan looked at Harry with a strange look as if he needed this, but Harry new his heart wouldn't let him comply. He belonged to Draco regardless.

"I shouldn't be here." He said hastily grabbing his coat and heading for the door.

"Wait at least let me walk you home."

"No!" Harry said abruptly; his hand on the door knob, "No...I'm sorry but I can't see you anymore." he said in a calmer voice.

"But I thought..."

"No, don't think. Just forget about me and this and whatever else you thought this could be...Goodbye." Harry said looking back at Ryan.

The gloominess that enveloped Ryan's features was too much for Harry as he open and closed the door lightly. Ryan sat back down on the couch, running his hands through his hair. He looked next to him at the yellow and red scarf that laid sprawled across his couch. He grasped the scarf in his hands and sighed heavily.

"This is going to be more difficult then I thought." he said in a whisper.

(A/N: Yeah I know it's not all Harry and Draco but I assure you Draco is going to play a major part in this story very soon. Well yeah REVIEW PLEASE and I hope you liked it so far chapter 5 will be up soon and sorry that this is taking a long time to update, I'm trying to take it slow as not to ruin it. Oh and yeah one of the lines in this chapter is from the Broadway Show Les Miserable because I can lol)