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Chapter Eleven: Classes, Chaos, and Comfort
Draco walked down the hall to his first ballet class. He wanted to be a little early in order to introduce himself to his teacher and to make a good impression. There were a few people in the hall as he passed but for the main part, the halls were empty.
He was dressed in his practice clothes which consisted of a tighter version of black sweatpants because he hated having to wear tights and a tight white t-shirt. He had a messenger bag on his shoulder and he walked with grace and pose.
Once he got into the classroom on the third floor he introduced himself to the teacher, Mrs. Harding. She had been teaching at Hogwarts for ten years and he was looking forward to working with her.
After a couple of minutes of talking to the ballet teacher, some of the students began to file in. The first person to walk in was a pig-faced, blonde-haired girl who was talking on her cell phone rather loudly. He was not meaning to overhear her conversation but when she was talking that loudly it was hard not to.
"I cannot believe him." she said into the phone. "I ask him if he would like to go out with me and do you know what he said?...he said he was gay and that he was interested in someone else… yeah! I know! As if someone wouldn't want to go out with me…you got that right. And do you know what else Blaise said?... he said that he would never date someone like me anyway even if he was straight… I have no idea what he was talking about…I'm gorgeous and he should know that…well I better go…bye." She hung up the phone and noticed the boy in the room and her eyes got big and then she sauntered over to him.
"Hello. My name is Pansy." She said, trying her best to sound sexy but Draco found it unappealing.
"Hello. My name is Draco. It's my first day here." He said only because he was trying to be polite while holding out his hand for her to shake.
She took it greedily and held on for much longer than necessary before dropping it. By then some of the class had come in and two other girls came up to him and he assumed they were friends of Pansy.
"Girls" Pansy said to the two girls that approached them, "this is Draco. Draco, there are my two best friends, Dauphine Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode." The two girls shook his hands and began talking while Draco stood awkwardly near them while not adding anything to the conversation. He tuned out their conversation until he got to a part that he wanted to listen to.
"I can't wait until Harry can practice with us again. Having the music in the background always helps me get my steps right." Dauphine said.
"I could do without him. He is too shy and I think he is only showing off by offering to play for us during practice." Pansy said.
Draco felt a pull at his heart and a need to defend the smaller boy but in truth he had no idea of Harry's intentions or truthfully, even what they were talking about. So, he kept his mouth closed and his teeth clenched while he was waiting for the class to start.
After twenty minutes the entire class was there. There were fifteen men and thirty women that were in their sixth year of schooling and taking ballet that period.
They began by stretching their muscles and doing simple exercises since it was their first day back from the summer though in truth they had to continue practicing during the summer anyway if they wanted to retain their skill.
Draco felt comfortable in the class though he could see that he was behind most of the people, not having been taught at this high of school for the beginning of his training.
The professor gave him a note saying that he would have to talk with her by the end of next week about stepping up his training in order to be in the same league as the rest of the class. He knew that it was coming and he knew that he was dedicated so he would do whatever it took to make it to the next step. He walked away from the class with a new sense of determination.
Harry was packing up his theory books on guitar. The class had ended about five minutes ago and there was no one else left in the classroom. He sometimes got lost in his reading during the class and was known to stay after five to ten minutes during this class, which thankfully was his last class of the day.
He was putting his book in his backpack when he heard someone open the door. He looked up to see an Italian-looking boy with dark brown hair walk into the classroom.
Harry continued to pack up the rest of his school supplies, not thinking that the boy was here for him until he felt like someone was standing behind him. He turned around and saw it was the Italian boy that just walked in.
"Can I help you?" Harry asked.
The Italian boy lifted Harry's hand and planted kisses all over it. Harry tried to pull him hand back but the boy held it firmly in his hand and continued to kiss his hands over and over again.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in a panicked voice.
"You are truly beautiful, you know that, right?" the boy said, diverting the question.
"What are you doing?" Harry repeated.
The boy grabbed hold of Harry and placed him on the desk, spreading Harry's legs open so that he could step between them, leaving no distance between them.
Harry squeaked and tried to squirm away but the Italian boy was persistent.
"You know I haven't been with anyone in a long time and I saw you and I just knew I had to have you. Some girl tried to be with me but I told her that I only had one person on my mind" The Italian said.
Harry tried more adamantly to pry himself away from the stronger boy but he could not move more than an inch.
The Italian put his hands under Harry's shirt and moved his hands up and down along his stomach. Harry felt like he was going to be sick as images of his uncle doing wicked things to him came to his mind.
Harry froze and was lost in his mind with images of his uncle.
The Italian boy continued to molest Harry. He kissed all stomach and touched Harry in places that no one had touched him besides his abusive uncle.
Harry's brain could not work. All he could think of was Why does this happen to me? Was there something that I did wrong for this to happen? Do I not deserve to be happy and loved for being myself?
Finally, after to Harry an endless amount of time, the boy stopped molested him and he whispered in Harry's ear, "I will make you mine, my beautiful musician. I do not want you to be with anyone else."
He left Harry alone in the classroom to cry over the injustices in his life.
Later that night, Harry woke up from a horrible nightmare about his uncle and the Italian boy. They both were touching him and saying that he was good for nothing and deserved everything that happened in his life. All Harry really wanted was someone that loved him but it seemed that his uncle and the Italian boy were right; there was no one out there who would love him for himself.
He snuck into the common area around one, when he woke up from the nightmare. He sat on the window ledge, like he used to do when he was in immediate concentration. He took out a journal and wrote word to a song while he looked out the window and thought about all that had happened to him.
He did not notice when Draco came out of his room and saw him sitting on the window ledge.
What happened to Harry to make him so upset? Draco thought as he saw the weeping angel leaning up against the window with a pad of paper in his lap and tears glistening down his smooth cheeks.
Draco cautiously walked over to the beauty and said quietly, "Harry."
Said boy looked up and saw it was the new dorm member and quickly tried to wipe the tears from his eyes.
Draco quietly and gently stilled his hands and moved one of his pale hands to softly wipe the remaining tears from his eyes. When he finished he cupped a side of Harry's cheek and asked in a soothing voice, "What's wrong?"
The raven looked up at the boy and the tears began to fall again, unmasked and pure agony leaking from the emerald eyes.
Draco almost broke down when he was the devastation and carefully lifted the boy into his arms and carried him to the sofa where he placed Harry carefully next to him.
"Shhhh, it's okay sweetheart. No one is going to hurt you. I am here for you." Draco said there comforting words over and over again while Harry cried his heart out on Draco's shoulder.
Draco waited patiently for the waterworks to end while he himself allowed a few tears to fall down his face at the agony of the raven.
When Harry was finished crying, he looked up at the blonde haired boy that he only knew for one day. He didn't know why but he felt oddly comfortable with the blonde haired boy. He typically had a hard time trusting other people and only truly allowed Ron to comfort him but this new stranger was different. Harry felt like he could trust him to hold him and to comfort him.
He tried to pull himself away, not wanting to make himself a nuisance to the taller boy but Draco held him and told him that everything was okay.
Harry never did tell him what happened but Draco knew that he wanted to protect the dark haired angel from anything because he never wanted to see him upset like this.
Draco had never felt this way for anyone but he knew that he was meant to be with Harry.
They ended up falling asleep on the couch. Draco was laying down on the couch with Harry placed on top of him, his head resting on Draco's hard chest, moving up and down to the beat of Draco's breathing.