A Song Unsung

Hello all, well thank you for your patience in waiting while I got this next chapter out. I have had writers block and therefore it took me a long time to write this chapter, plus I never heard anything from my beta so this chapter is NOT beta-read. I would like to thank Faerie of Mischief for letting me bounce ideas off her and for giving me her feedback on this chapter. It was much appreciated.

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I am JK Rowling, I AM a chronic insomnia who lives for slash to make my life better. This is not a Pro-Trio, Pro-Gryffindor, Pro-Dumbledore fic. This is the unedited version of this fic. I have Dark!Harry, Bastard!Draco and a slew of others, and I feature BDSM. This is a Pro-Slytherin fic. If this is not your cup of tea, hit the BACK button, do not flame me because that only makes me really pissed off.

Enjoy! Oh, and Death asked a good question: How long is this going to be? The answer: I don\'t know. I have the plot planned out, but I\'m not sure how many chapters that will be. Hopefully that is ok with everyone. It won\'t be one of those 30 chaptered fics though. Hope that helps!


I hear you calling and its needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you scream my name
Don’t want to touch you but you’re under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous
- Alice Cooper, Poison

It was the deepest hour of the night, that time when the silence itself weighs heavily down upon any who are awake and quiets them. It was during the dark of these wee hours that Harry left the safety of the Anaspoor nest to venture towards the kitchens. He could not go to the Slytherin dorms – he knew not the password and had no desire to go there. More and more leaving Hogwarts sounded good to him – he was of age and was fairly certain there was anything else useful he could learn from his dimwitted Professors. His future lay not in the Ministry or Quidditch or any other inane thing that the public had marked him down for. Harry had his own agenda, a plan he had heard in a hushed whisper, a job that haunted his dreams and he knew he would excel at it.

Most of all, it was something his fame and notoriety wouldn’t get him – it would have to be him by himself, based on skills that no one really knew he had.

As he nodded to the House Elves and began munching a sandwich, he let one hand drift up his chest to rest on his heart as his face nearly crumpled. ‘Curse Malfoy, curse him a million times over and then curse him once more in case that wasn’t enough.’ Harry thought, despair in his mind. ‘Why?’ was the only question he wanted answered. Why after all these years of being shut up behind his baade,ade, why was it now that he felt anything at all? His heart was beating for the first time in years – or perhaps it had never beat in the first place. He couldn’t be indifferent and cold to people, as emotion flared in his eyes. Somehow, he had rejoined the paths of the living and he didn’t know how or why, but it was connected to Malfoy.

He fought down a hysterical giggle as he thought more about it. ‘It’s stupid really, why should Malfoy make me feel anything?’

‘Because you only feel alive when you fight with him.’ A voice replied in his head.

“No.” Harry shook his head, ignoring the stares of the House Elves. “It can’t be. I could lose everything because of this.” He let out a sigh. “I can’t kill him – that would be telling wouldn’t it?” he let out a chuckle. “I can’t keep him away from me or off me – he’ll wear me down eventually, and I know that somehow he’ll track me down even with the Anaspoors guarding me.”

“I didn’t want it to come to this.” Harry told a startled House Elf who dropped his tray as he backed away from Harry who looked quite mad at this point.

“But, it seems there is no other choice.” He finished softly. “In the end – it’s for the best.”

Draco sat cross legged before the fire in his room, dressed only in a pair of loose fitting, low riding satin pyjama pants as he drew in a breath and slowly let it out, reaching with his mind. He had never done this before and was uncertain as to what the results would be to him. He opened his mind and his eyes and the scene before him was one that human eyes would never see. In a black void before him drifted thousands of swirling galaxies, each one coloured differently, some pulsing with inner light, others a steady gleam of yellow. He noticed one that was black and knew without thinking that it was Harry’s and that he was shielded strongly from him. He could pick out which ones were teachers, which ones belonged to who and slowly waded through them until he came to a pulsing purple one – Justin’s.

He drew his lips back in a vicious grin, fully prepared to enjoy the horror he was going to inflict as he looked inside Justin’s head. It was a dream typical of a Hufflepuff – everyone happy and laughing as Justin sang an aria to an unseen lover who was sitting in a tree while he pushed a baby carriage. The air was tinged in pastels and fluffy clouds while bunnies hopped across the trail merrily.

He thought he might vomit. Draco had the overwhelming urge to cast Avada Kedavra at anything that moved, but that would have been physical. He concentrated on projecting an image of a screaming Harpy at him, which caused Justin to stop his serenade mid-aria and scream at the top of his lungs. As his dream lover blinked at him, startled, Justin fell to the ground as the creature came closer to him, it’s fetid breath overwhelming him with its stench as clawed hands reached out to circle his throat…

Justin thrashed violently as he fought to be free, as Draco created an image of himself that calmly walked towards him while the Harpy was stretching him. Justin’s eyes grew wide as he opened his mouth and closed it a few times, for all the world appearis a s a fish. “M...Malfoy?” he croaked

Draco smiled cruelly. “Finch-Fletchly. Did you know that torment can live forever in your mind? Dreams can be endless can’t they?”

“W…what are you doing to me?” he gibbered, terror stinking the air around them, making the Harpy draw a sandy tongue up his body while Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. Human weakness. Sickening.

“I told you that you would be punished for touching what is mine.” Draco said idly as he glanced around the happy world. “I can enter your mind at will and commit any number of unspeakable acts and render it so that you are unable to tell a soul about it when you wake up. Do you understand Finch-Fletchly? This is your warning and if you choose not to pay attention to it then every night you and I will have a little…discussion until you DO understand.”

“I understand, I understand!” Justin cried out as the Harpy punctured one side of him with her long nails.

“You will stay away from Potter. You will not talk to him; you will not look at him. To you he does not exist. Are we clear on this point?”

Justin nodded his head so vigorously that his teeth clacked together. “Good. Remember that our next meeting will not be so pleasant.” Draco prepared to step out of his mind before deciding to drive the message further. “Your dream world is horribinchinch-Fletchly. The fact that Potter was a sub to you is no compliment…no one would ever let you top them with that.” He gestured towards Justin’s groin.

Draco winked at HarpHarpy. “Cut it off.”

As Justin’s screams of horror grew louder, Draco stepped out of his mind…

…And blinked as he was back in front of the fireplace. ‘Well I’ll be damned.’ He thought ruefully. ‘It worked.’

Deciding to see if the message was well and truly imparted to Justin, he let himself enter his mind lightly…and saw that Justin was screaming at the top of his lungs as he ran in his pink elephant pyjamas (which he had soiled) around his dorm room, one hand gripping his groin, the other gesticulating wildly as his roommates stared at him in sleepy shock and horror.

Mission accomplished. Draco smirked triumphantly as he stretched, his muscles rippling slightly at the motion. Taking a sip from a glass of wine near his bed, he stretched out on the giant mattress and congratulated himself on a job well done.

Draco’s head was held high as he sat in the Great Hall the next morning. It had been all he could do not to laugh when Justin had entered, glanced towards the Slytherin table, seen Draco, squeaked and soiled himself before running out. His eyes were alert for Harry, searching relentlessly for him. The shield surrounding his partner’s brain was still up and he could not track him down.

Pansy nudged him. “Where the hell is Potter?”

“That’s the question everyone seems to be asking, isn’t it?” Blaise added.

“It is of no concern.” Draco said calmly, damned if he’d admo tho them that he had no idea.

“Have you broken him yet?” Goyle asked as he reached for the eggs.

“Surprisingly no.” Draco sighed. “He is truly worthy of my efforts, for when he does succumb to me it will be awe-inspiring.”

“Your father trained you well.” Pansy breathed with awe.

“Didn’t he just.” Draco muttered.

“Will you make a point of marking Potter in class?”

Draco’s eyes lit up. “What a wonderful idea! I never thought of marking him like that. Perhaps a collar around his throat…”

As the morning owls swooped in with the news, Draco barely glanced at the letter that was dropped neatly by his plate. “You’ve certainly gotten a lot of mail these past few days Draco.” Blaise commented. “What’s up?”

“If it concerned you Zabini, I’d tell you.” Draco said coldly. Blaise shut up instantly, for Draco only used last names if he were well and truly irritated.

Standing and excusing himself, he headed towards the nearest empty room to open his fathers’ latest missive.


Draco,

Your missives get more amusing each time I read one. If I had known that you were not capable of carrying out the legacy that is your blood I would have drowned you at birth. Can you not go more than a day without sending yet another urgent missive over things that you should already know? Did I not teach you anything? Did you not study in the least and if you did – have you forgotten everything you have been taught? Do I need to remind you of your lessons when you come home Draconis? I assure you that you will not like my new methods.

As for what your question, if you had’ve paid attention to your studies you would know what that spine tingling feeling was. I will not tell you Draconis; you will have to figure that out on your own – you cannot get all the answers so easily as that. It is important though my son, I will not lie, in fact it is worrisome that you would have felt that sensation.

Potter also ceased your activities before either of you climaxed. That means, my idiotic offspring that you have not yet bonded, you have not completed your task and you are still at risk until you both fully join. You must both have release before you will be saved Draconis – didn’t you know this already? Your time grows short Draco and you are on a strict timeline, one that is meticulously planned and mapped for you. Neither our Lord nor myself will take kindly to any more dallying on your part.

You told me that Potter said ‘he’d already lost so much’. This Draconis I do not know, however I would urge you to proceed with caution. You must take him, and soon, consensual or not. I don’t care if you claim you will never be clean again my son – he is your partner, this is an unalterable fact, however distasteful the two of us find it.

I will leave you with one clue as to what your partner meant Draconis – for a person who has never had anything, he only had one thing in him to lose. If that is gone, what is therft ift in the entire world for him to give or to lose to another living soul? Someone has damaged your property my son, and as a Malfoy I expect you to live up to our code and track them down and punish them. I leave you to deal with Potter on your own – he is your problem, not mine.

Do not send me another letter until you have accomplished your task. Yule draws close Draconis, and so does your Initiation. Do not fail again, for you are on your last chance.

Remember Malfoy Pride

Lucius

Draco crumpled the missive in his hand as it ignited in flames, his eyes cold and hard as he resigned himself to touching Potter again.

Harry didn’t show up for any classes that day. There was no sign of him, nor had anyone heard anything from him. The whispers began again as Snape pulled Draco aside. “What did you do to him Draco?”

“None of your damn business Severus. He is my partner and I will do what it is in my nature to do.”

“I know that you enjoy a spot of torture with your toys Draco, but you have to remember that he IS NOT your toy. He is your mate and he is a living being! You cannot treat him like this. Do you even see the danger in what you are doing?” Snape snarled, furious.

“What danger?” Draco scoffed. “Sir I assure you that Potter is in no danger.”

“Malfoy,” Snape said, his voice dangerously quiet. “You are treating him no better than Voldemort would if he went to him. What then is there to stop Potter from going and joining Voldemort who wants nothing more than to have Harry as his right hand - if not as that then dead?”

Draco was quiet as he rolled this idea around in his head. “You really think that Potter is capable of that?”

Snape nodded. “He walks on the edge of a knife Draco, and he comes ever closer to falling into darkness forever and no matter what I feel towards the boy I will not lose him, especially not like this.”

Draco let out a short laugh. “You exaggerate Severus really. Potter is a spineless wimp. Yes he has darkness within him, but not even he can withstand me for long. He will break…”

“And you might break with him. You are mind-linked Draco! Are you completely foolish?” Snape snorted in disgust. \"What part of life-mate don\'t you understand?\"

Draco shook his head. “You just keep him in line Severus. Find him and bring him into the dormitory. He is still my manservant, as well as my body servant. He was to be serving me during the detentions with you. You were supposed to be the cover!”

“Oh and the demands of an irate, pubescent little Veela mean so much to me.” Snape snapped at him. “Get out Draco and hope that I find him before he does something stupid!”

“He always does something stupid.” Draco commented.

Snape fought every urge in his body to keep from lunging at the boy and throttling him. As the door creaked shut behind Malfoy, he reached for his ever-present coffee cup and decided that the hermit wizards of Tibet were sorely misjudged and the wisest of them all.


Harry sat in the Dark Arts section of the Library, staying in the shadows and not making a sound as people came and went. He had skilfully picked the lock that was on the door to this room and crept inside, knowing what kind of spell he was looking for. The effects were permanent and irreversible. It was exactly what he needed. The incantation was complex and he’d have to practice before he’d be confident enough to cast it on himself, but soon it would all end forever.

He was going to freeze himself from the inside out. He’d never again feel this painful burning that Draco had caused, he’d never again care about anything or anyone and he’d never have to worry about losing any part of himself – because this spell would take it all away and leave him as nothing more than a warm, animated corpse.

It was the perfect plan.

Draco prowled through the corridors, brushing past people as he searched for Harry. ‘Damn him for ever learning how to keep a shield up.’ He cursed mentally. He could not track him this way, could not do anything. He wasn’t worried – he just wanted to mark his property. He wanted to tell Potter just how much trouble he was in for skiving off classes today, and how much he was going to enjoy making him skip the last few nights of servant duty.

His silver eyes narrowed as he saw a brief glimpse of black hair dart down a side hallway. Deciding to follow in case it was his wayward future husband, he cut off several people as he made an abrupt turn and gave silent chase. The hallway was deserted and all he heard was the faint echo of footsteps that could have easily come from the outer hallway where the students were milling about. Sighing in irritation, he decided to walk a little further in hopes of finding a door or tapestry.

Finding a painting against the wall he tapped the empty frame and tried to move it unsuccessfully. Convinced that there was something behind it that needed his attention he spent several minutes tugging and shoving at the thing until he raised one arm to wipe his sweaty brow and leaned against the cursed thing. Facing the opposite wall, he saw a very well concealed door and his eyes gleamed. ‘Clever boy.’ He thought, actually admiring the deception before opening the door.

He caught Harry just getting up from his knees where he had apparently been reading a book. “Don’t get up Potter, I’m just going to have you back on your knees in a minute anyway.” He drawled as he glided into the room.

Harry looked at him, an unnatural light burning in his eyes, one that made Draco extremely uncomfortable as he stood to face him. “What make you think I’m taking it this time Malfoy?”

His voice made Draco’s hair try to stand on end. Every instinct Draco had screamed for him to get away from Harry that he was not who he appeared to be. “You’ll take it because you are mine. I’ve wondered where you were all day.”

“None of your damn business.” Harry replied in that same horrible voice.

“Everything you do is my business Potter, I thought we had established this.”

“We established nothing.”

Draco curled his lip at Harry as Harry smiled. Complete silence fell as they sized each other up before lunging at each other, a flurry of teeth and fists. Before Draco could pin Harry to the floor he found himself shoved up against the wall as Harry suckled his neck, causing pleasurable sensations that disturbed him mohan han they should have. He would have preferred bloodshed to pleasure with this person he hated, this person he was bound to by the strangest twist of fate. “No Potter, I will have you under me, remember?”

Harry let out a hollow laugh as he grabbed Draco’s face between his two hands and threw him to the floor roughly. Not expecting the move, Draco hit the floor hard and attempted to regain his feet before Harry was on him. “Now Malfoy,” Harry said through gritted teeth as he methodically removed his pants. “You will see what it is like to be taken.”

“Never.” Draco spat as he kicked Harry hard and knocked the wind out of him. Reaching for the book in the middle of the floor, he looked at the page it was opened to as his eyes widened. “Alica Glacialis Quod Ferrus Animus.”1 “ What the hell do you think you’re doing with this spell? You aren’t fool enough to cast it?”

“It is already done.”

Draco’s eyes widened in surprise – he didn’t think that Potter had either the talent, ability or the stones to go through with casting a Dark spell like that, and on himself. It was very dangerous to cast any type of spell on yourself and Potter knew it. He was impressed and whistled soundlessly. ‘This should make the rest of our lives interesting.’ Draco thought humourlessly. “Potter…”

Harry didn’t listen, his eyes like chips of glass. His hand came down hard on the back of Draco’s neck as he flipped him over onto his stomach. Draco fought for all he was worth. “Damn you Potter no! I am the one who is in control here!”

“Your position says otherwise.”

Draco flipped over, managing only to tangle his legs in Harry’s and leave his abdomen rather exposed. “I command you to stop.”

“I have never taken your orders, now you can’t make me.” Harry smirked. “And I’m your partner for life.”

‘Not like this he isn’t.’ Draco thought furiously. ‘I’ll kill him myself first.’

‘By all means, do it.’ Harry’s furious voice echoed suddenly, louder than anything Draco had ever heard. ‘Kill me and put me out of this endless and eternal misery that is called life. I do not want it Malfoy, I never have so either you kill me now or this spell kills me later – either way the end result is the same.’

“I hate you.” Harry snarled, venom dripping from every word. “Oh how I hate you. You are the reason I had to cast this spell, you are the reason that I am like this you and I can never make you hurt enough!” he struck Draco as hard as he could in the face, loosening teeth and causing Draco to hunch over to protect his eyes. “You wto mto mount me like an animal, now you’ll see what an animal can do. I’m going to mount you and I assure you, you won’t like it.” He gritted his teeth together. “I hope you bleed rivers.”

“I’ll never let you do it Potter.” Draco said through the haze of pain that encompassed him. \"Your cock isn\'t even hard.\"

\"You think that is going to stop me?\" Harry let out a cold laugh, not aware of what he was saying or doing, everything came to him in a buzz, sounds that came from underwater somewhere. Not even looking at Draco, he untangled his legs from him and spread them wide, keeping Draco on his back. “Unlike you, I want to see the pain and fear in your eyes as I take you like a woman.”

Draco reached for his wand, summoning it to him as he freed one foot to give Harry a swift kick.

Harry caught his wand and arched an eyebrow. “Ready ‘Partner?’”

Harry pointed the wand at Draco’s legs, casting a brief charm to keep them bound to the side. The wand fought him, not recognizing him and not wanting to be used against it’s owner, but Harry’s will was too strong for the piece of wood. He pointed the wand at his flaccid member. \"Erectus.\" he murmured, watching the flesh grow long and hard, as he faced Draco with a blank expression on his face. \"You treat me like dirt Malfoy when you are the dirt, the scum...the fucking shite!\"

The storm of Harry\'s fury was as shocking as it was arousing. Draco could feel this burning inside Harry, this overwhelming...thing he couldn\'t describe. Seeing the hatred sparkle clearer than ever before, Draco closed his eyes and began to relax his body – he knew well how to avoid pain when being taken unprepared and by force. Letting his mind drift, reaching an almost zen like state, he was ready.

And waiting.

And waiting.

The expected invasion never came.

Potter was positioned above him; body quivering as his eyes clenched shut and he appeared to be having an internal struggle. “Are you going to do it or aren’t you Potter? I feel like a woman at a gynaecologist here.”

“If I do it,” Harry said in a soft voice. “Then I am no better than you.”

“I am far better than you Potter, what are you on about?”

Harry shook his head and reached for his clothes. “I won’t do this with you. I don’t want to.”

“A little late for that you dipstick isn’t it?” Draco retorted, grateful for Harry’s release on his legs. \"I\'m starting to get cold here, so do something or go away.\"

“Goodbye Malfoy.” Harry said in a choked voice. “I’m leaving Hogwarts, this won’t happen again because you won’t find me.”

Draco was on his feet in a flash, his hand around the scruff of Harry’s neck as he hauled him up. “Next lesson Potter,” He breathed. “Never turn your back on anyone, never let your guard down for a second and never, ever run away.”

“I’m not running away.”

“Yes you are.” Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “You are weak and off putting and you are running away because something is too much for you to cope with. You cast a spell of Unfeeling upon yourself you moron! You are weak and I am disgusted that you are my partner. I will mount you later, preferably when I am good and drunk.” He shook his head in disgust. “If you don’t show up at the dorms tonight Potter, I’ll make you regret it in ways you never thought possible.”


\"I can imagine quite a bit.\" Harry said quietly.

Pulling on his clothes hastily, Draco paused to sneer at Potter who looked like the floor had fallen out from under him, and left.

Harry’s legs gave out as he collapsed slowly to the floor. He was still feeling damn it! The spell didn’t work. “Goddamn it!” he snarled as he stood on wobbly legs and put his fist through the window, relishing the blood and the pain.

The pages of the book behind him fluttered and one page that had been stuck to another fell open to the caution of the spell Harry had not read.

This spell will make the object forevermore unable to feel any emotion, living as the dead, uncaring and unable to be hurt or emotionally attached to any one thing. By freezing the insides of the soul, the person’s flesh becomes cold and no feeling will be felt for the rest of the lifespan of the subject.

However, should there already be great emotion involved with someone, the spell will fail. You cannot freeze molten lava, which is what true and deep emotions are. If the subject is not attached to anyone, in any way and has no feeling then the spell will be a success, but ANY strong emotion of any kind will cause the spell to be effective for one hour and then fail.

Harry didn’t know it yet, but the spell had failed.

Draco cracked his knuckles as he gave yet another vicious punch to the wall, savouring the pain that made him feel. How dare Potter humiliate him like that? If his Father ever found out – Draco might as well slit his throat. He would pay tenfold for what he did to Draco tonight. If he thought he knew unfeeling, uncaring and pain now, wait until Draco was finished with him. Wait until the rest of Slytherin house was finished with him.

Potter would never be the same – Draco gave his word, and a Malfoy never reneged on their word.


So what did you think? Good enough for chapter 11 and more? Let me know! The spell Harry cast is Latin for Spell of Freezing and Unfeeling Soul (roughly translated).

Thank you.

ADDED NOV 10th/03 - NEW CHAPTER IS FINALLY COMING!!! WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN DEFEATED! BE WATCHING.