A Song Unsung

Patience pays off my friends for I am back. I know it has been damn near two months and for that I do apologize. During the month of December I was working over 40 hours every week and had no time for anything or anyone, and January has been much slower so I have been able to finally finish this chapter. Thank you for all the reviews that have been sent to me, and the encouraging emails, they were much appreciated. Much thanks goes to my support team of Keshu – my beautiful, wonderful and intelligent beta - a goddess really, Roguemessenger, Faerie of Mischief, Nocturnali and Nikita_Emerald – all a terrific bunch of people who made this chapter possible. I dedicate it to them.

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I know all your desires
Your heart is so full of pain
Is there something I can provide
When you feel like life\'s passed you by
- Alice Cooper, Gimme.

Harry moved quickly, uncertain if he trusted himself to continue with his plans now that he and Draco had bonded. Draco had failed to mention what would happen to him after consummation – yet now he saw. Saw with eyes that he had never used before, heard with senses he didn’t know he had. Awareness flooded through him, sharpening senses already honed to the greatest of sensitivity. Most of all, he felt a part of him that had never before been there – the part that was Draco, and it horrified him even as he marvelled that something could take root inside the cold bleakness that was his soul. How could there still be room for something to grow and flourish if he had tried his damndest to make sure there was nothing?

His rage and horror that the Spell of Unfeeling didn’t work coursed through him still. Why? Why? Was he allowed no peace, could he get no refuge from emotion? There were no curses in any language he knew of to describe how he felt at this moment.

The remembrance of Draco’s confused face flitted in his minds eye, the confusion at the unexpected rage, and he tried to feel triumphant – he had confused his enemy. Instead he felt vaguely ill, as if he had done something awful to an innocent. Draco was far from innocent Harry knew, yet why had these feelings arisen?

More to the point – why did he kiss him?

Why did he want to do it again?

What curse had Draco laid upon him in the moment of climax?

Shaking his head and deciding to ponder it another time, he walked out the doors of Hogwarts, casting one last look behind him before heading for the Forbidden Forest and the cowled figures that awaited him.

“Goodbye Draco.” Harry whispered in a moment of weakness.

The darkness had no reply.


Draco blinked his eyes several times before touching his lips in surprise. It was the most chaste of kisses he had ever gotten, yet the most erotic and tender. For just a moment he had been able to slip inside that which made up Harry and instead of pain, anger and a desire to dominate, there was an emotion Draco couldn’t place, warmth he had never felt.

It was completeness.

It was the bond of the Veela, and the joining with his mate.

The fact that he had felt such things with is hated rival sickened him even as it aroused him.

He realized that something was happening to him, something his father had not warned him about, something the books had never mentioned, a caveat as it were. He didn’t just want to pound Potter into submission, he wanted to know him, know everything about him – his hurts, his fears, his hopes.

His past.

A taboo topic Draco would never broach, for either of them – for his own past was clouded in shadows and Dark Arts, as for Harry’s he couldn’t begin to guess, but it had something to do with the origin of those scars that marred his firm body – a body Draco wanted again and again, wrong as it seemed.

He could feel the void inside him and knew Potter was gone from Hogwarts as he had promised, and he mourned in a way he had never though he would. His mate was gone, he had knowingly and willingly left him. He had saved him from a grisly death only to leave him empty within – and that perhaps was the point Harry had been trying to make all along. Why should Draco be full inside when he himself was empty? The answer to the riddle had been staring at him all along – for when a person has nothing, what is there left in the whole world for him to lose?

Himself.

Snape looked up from the book he was reading, the bell tolling on his clock ominously. If he had been a man of superstitions he would have been reading the bad warnings and omens from a mile away, as it was he knew that Harry Potter had left Hogwarts – and he was in greater danger than he had ever been. The Dark Lord would know the second he was unprotected and go after him – and who in the entire world would deny him the right to see Harry? He had more rights than any one person alive – save one.

He bowed his head, his shoulders drooping slightly as he dropped his head and said a prayer to Forces yet unknown. Now the game would begin in earnest and something that had begun as a simple game of dominance and submission between two hated rivals was about to become so much more complicated.

The board was set and the pawns were gone. It was his move. Walking over to his chess set, a game was half played. He picked up a piece and moved it strategically. “Your move.” He murmured to the gloom.

Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed and for a just a moment the twinkle went out of them as he reached for a Sherbet Lemon and inwardly cursed. Harry Potter had left Hogwarts grounds, and that meant he could no longer track him, no longer trace him in any way.

The cursed boy had slipped his leash. The pawn had become slippery indeed and he didn’t like anyone who interfered with his plans. It was regrettable, yes what was happening to the boy but it was necessary. The boy knew it, and had known it for years, known he was being trained for his death – being trained to fight someone no one else could so that the rest of them could live.

Dumbledore didn’t have a problem with that. He already had the eulogy written out. With his guidance and riddles, Harry should have remained clueless to his plans. Curse whatever forces opened his eyes to the truth.




The dawn broke with Draco still in the same daze he had been in since Harry had left. The void inside him burned, it gnawed at his essence with an unholy pain that he had never felt. Mechanically he wandered the halls, ignoring all that surrounded him until he reached the safety of his dorm and reached for a quill.

Father,

As per your orders I have consummated the bond with Potter properly. It was not a mutual decision and no pleasure was derived from it, however the task is complete and my death averted.

I’m sure you must have heard by now that Potter has left Hogwarts and me, and if you have not been told by your ‘sources’ then I tell you directly. I have to way to trace him, no way to find him. He had told me several times that he was preparing to leave – but I did not believe him.

Regardless of the git and his departure, since our plans have been brought to fulfillment, I am ready for my Initiation and Baptism to the side of our Lord. Potter has done what I needed him to and he has no further part to play in my life.

I eagerly await orders on what to do next.

Dutifully,

Draconis.

Letting out a sigh for reasons he could not figure out, he secured the note to the leg of his eagle owl, let him nip his finger once and watched him until the black speck had faded from sight.

“Draco?” Blaise’s voice broke through his muddled thoughts.

“What?” he snapped.

“What are you doing at this hour?” Blaise yawned sleepily.

“Contemplating the unknown.” Draco sneered. “I was sending a message to my father if you must know.”

“Regarding?”

“My Initiation.”

Blaise woke up fully as his eyes widened and he sat up. “You didn’t.’

Draco said nothing. The silence spoke for him.




It began quietly; it began with no one the wiser. It began as most things did, with an accident.. A Hufflepuff first year was wandering aimlessly through the dungeons on a dare, not paying attention to where they were or what they were doing. Reaching for a doorknob pushing open the door, he did not focus on his surroundings until he heard a venomous hiss.

All grogginess left him, as his eyes grew clear and he stared directly into the nest of Anaspoors, none too pleased at being awoken, and no longer under the influence of any human. The sound of slithering made him squeak in terror as he tried creeping back to the door, cursing his friends and their stupid game of truth or dare. He could have chosen truth, he thought bitterly. He could have admitted to being sexually attracted to Professor Binns, but no, he had to be a brave person and choose dare and now he was going to die.

Wetness spread down in trouser legs as his bladder let go. In a fit of desperation he ran for the door hoping like hell to outrun the creatures. He yanked the door shut and heard the thud of bodies smack against it. Sighing in relief he turned his thoughts to murder of his Housemates and headed back the way he came.

He did not see that the door was not fully shut, nor the flood of Anaspoors that poured out from it.


Harry wondered if he had done the right thing, going with the shadows. It was the only way, it was part of plans he had made eons ago, yet why did he feel like he had made the biggest mistake of his life? ‘Bloody albino bastard. Forcing me to bond with him. Why the hell did he have to choose me – why not someone else who gave a damn? He’ll cling to me like a limpet for the rest of my life. Stupid Ferret.’

‘Potter, I resent that.’ Draco’s voice retorted. ‘Where the hell are you?’

‘How the hell did you get through my shields?’

‘Fuck you Potter. Come back now.’

‘In your dreams.’

‘Dreams?’ Draco laughed mirthlessly. ‘No no Potter, you see in my dreams I am torturing you and you are begging at my feet and calling me Master.’

‘And this differs from your daily delusions how?’

‘Stop this insanity you prick. I told you what would happen to me if you left.’

‘I fail to see where this is my problem. I saved your life by fucking your brains out; I owe you nothing more. I shall wash and wash yet never be clean Malfoy. I might just have to cut my cock off to get the feel of your whorey arse off of it.’

‘Listen here you virgin…’

‘I was no virgin Malfoy.’

‘You were the worst fuck I ever had.’

‘Language Malfoy.’ Harry tsked. ‘Whatever would Daddy think if he could hear his little boy cursing? Besides...you weren\'t complaining when you begged me to pound your arse harder.’

Draco fell silent and Harry laughed, triumphant. ‘I told you Malfoy, you would never have me, any part of me and I meant it. I told you I was leaving Hogwarts and you didn’t believe me – yet I have and I have no intention of returning to a place that expects me to die for it.’

‘Potter…’

‘Malfoy – stop trying to control everything and just let go.’

‘Potter…’

‘It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.’

‘Why?’

‘I felt like destroying something beautiful.’

‘Me?’

‘None other.’

‘And the kiss?’

‘Never happened.’

‘My curse?’

‘Has nothing to do with me. It is yours alone Malfoy. I am out of it. I am reinstating my shields now. I do not expect to hear from you again.’

‘Just tell me who you are with!’

‘Shadows.’

Harry severed the connection roughly, hoping the backlash sent the ferret flying across the room. “Is it done?” one of the shadows asked.

“It is. How did you know?”

“He has been cursed by the Veela.”

“I am out of it. I am here now, as was promised. You made a promise to me.”

“I did.”

“Then keep it.”

The figures reached for Harry, and he did not resist.


Ron Weasley swaggered through the school to the nearest lavatory. Life was good for him, he had it all as he had foreseen in his first year. The Mirror or Erised showed truly, and all it had taken was the elimination of his so-called former best friend. He could make other friends; he had no need of a glory hog. Dropping his pants he sat down to take care of business and lose himself in his thoughts. Staring at the back of the stall door, he was quite surprised to see it looking back at him.

And hissing.

Letting out a scream he leapt off the seat and jerked the door open, hoping he crushed the damn thing whatever it was. Running into the hallway with his pants around his ankles, he disregarded the stares and laughter that followed him as he let out a garbled stream of gibberish, gesticulating wildly.

“What the hell is he doing?”

“If he’s trying to be a mime he’s a bad one.”

“LOOK at his…”

“Nicola! Get your mind out of the gutter! Besides he’s not that big…”

“Poor Hermione.”

“What is he trying to say?”

It was to the surprise of the hallway when they noticed the stampede of Anaspoors heading their way.

“Stop playing around Ron and run!”

“And pull your pants up!”

\"You know...\"

\"Get your mind out of that naughty place!\"

\"RUN you morons and stop talking about Weasley\'s...\"

\"Oh SHITE!\"

The Anaspoor rampage had begun.

Draco gnawed his lip in a very un-Slytherin way, oblivious to the havoc that was being wreaked in the hallways. He had come to the decision that Potter had managed to curse him before he left; there was no other explanation for it. Nothing could adequately explain to him why he kept seeing the lines of Potter’s body, the curve of his arse, the length of his cock, the chiselled muscles of his back and the tousled never tidy hair. His eyes. Draco had heard many people describe Potter’s eyes as emerald orbs, limpid pools, and such cheesiness like that, and had scoffed at it. They were right though.

If he concentrated he could still feel his arse being pounded, the flood of semen inside him or that brief moment when all barriers were dropped and two souls joined as they were meant to, the throbbing, blissful pain that had burned his arse, the result of a proper fucking - one he had never had on that level before.

Lifting one hand to knock at a door, Professor Snape stood inside. “About time you came Draco. We have much to discuss.”

Draco nodded. “More than you know.”

“What do you mean?” Snape arched an eyebrow.

“I have made my choice.”

For that Snape had no answer, but a sudden desire to hide his shaking hands around a coffee mug.

Harry fell to the floor, sweating. “You are weak.”

“You are unworthy.”

“We were foolish to ever come after such as you.”

“You are unsuited for us.”

“You can’t do it.”

“You never will.”

Harry clenched his jaw and stood. “I will prove you all wrong. You know who and what I am and I will do this. I have to.”

“Shall we begin again?”

Harry nodded and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Bring it on.”


Lucius was torn between satisfaction that Draco had obeyed him and distress that his son could not see the obvious in front of him. He would have to write a letter back to Draco – but not just yet. Heading to the fireplace, he prepared to make his report and offer his only child to a cause that was worth dying for.

I miss you.

I know.

I need you.

I know that too.


It has come to my attention that I am pleading for reviews on a fic that is not that good and lacking seriously in punctuation and spelling. Similarly, my work is nothing but a cry for attention and I should attend 1)school, 2) creative writing classes and 3) English classes. Evidently the fact that I am a professional writer accounts for nothing.

Chapter 13 has been delayed.