A Song Unsung

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I got every kind of chemical pumping through my head
I read Mien Kampf daily just to keep my hatred fed
I never ever sleep I just lay in my bed
Dreaming of the day when everyone is dead.

-Alice Cooper, Wicked Young Man




Draco said nothing, just sat there in the chair in Snape’s office, awaiting the inevitable explosion that was bound to come. He respected Snape very much, but would the potions master understand why he was making this choice.

“You are certain?” Snape asked in a faint voice.

“I am.”

“Draco…do you have any idea what you are in for?”

“I have a fairly good idea,” Draco drawled. “In the end I’ll be just as dead so what does it matter?”

“You know he’s going to use you?”

“Anyone who doesn’t know that he’s a meddlesome and sly bastard evidently hasn’t been paying attention.”

“Why are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I have my reasons,” Draco said coolly.

“Do those reasons have anything to do with Potter?” Snape asked, his lip curling

“My reasons are my own, Severus, let’s not forget that.” Draco snapped.

“What will you do about Potter?”

“He is gone to do whatever fool quest he has chosen in a juvenile act of rebellion. I care not where he is or what he is doing.”

‘You almost believe it too.’ Snape thought, narrowing his eyes at the shrugging boy who could not meet his eyes. He knew Veela, had spent years in the study of them, more so since Draco had made his little announcement. Unbeknown to Draco he had been in contact with his father to find out more about them and he knew full well that there was much Draco wasn’t saying. Slytherins had made speaking without words an art form, the Veela had turned body language into something complex and Draco had let his guard down around his teacher – letting him read him all he wanted. “That’s good to know Draco. I have to confess I was concerned when you realized he was your partner.”

Draco remained silent.

“Will he come back?” Snape asked.

“Do I care?”

“I should think so Draco,” Snape said as he took a sip of coffee. “You need him. Like it or hate it, you do.”

“I do not,” Draco retorted. “No one has ever tried to fight this so called ‘Attraction’ and I am going to be the first! I refuse to be bound to him for the rest of my life!”

Snape suppressed a sigh. Lucius had warned him that Draco was refusing to see the fact that forces larger than him and what he wanted were at work. “Will he come back?” he asked again.

Draco blinked and a moa moment, a mere second, he appeared a lost little boy. “I don’t know,” He whispered.

Snape sat back with a smirk having finally gotten a bit of truthm him him. “When will you go to your father?”

“My Initiation is set for Christmas. That doesn’t leave much more than a few weeks.”

Was it his imagination or was Draco’s voice strained? Snape arched an eyebrow at him. “Can you do this?”

“I have to,” Draco replied, raising his chin. “I have been bred and raised for it. I am going to serve a larger purpose.”

“One that will likely mean your death!” Snape snapped.

“Did it stop you?”

Snape didn’t reply, just sat in brooding silence with Draco, his cooling coffee clutched in his hand.




Hermione sat in contemplative silence, for once without Ron. Running the last few months through her head, indeed the last year she was trying to reach for answers that were just out of her grasp…

Harry. It came down to Harry. When he had changed. HOW he had changed. Why hadn’t she noticed it? As occupied as she had been with Ron and their discovery of sex, she had thought she was still on top of more things than just Ron. Harry had proved her brutally wrong. She recalled the time he had let down his façade to let inside to see what made him tick. She still had nightmares from it, it still made her shudder to think of it. Harry had great power within him, and one of the powers he had that he kept hidden was with his clear eyes. With a look he could draw you inside his head and show you whatever he wanted you to see. He could enter memories and minds at will and see through someone else’s eyes, he could even control them if he exerted enough will
H
He had drawn Hermione and Ron into a dark place. It had taken her a moment to realize that they were inside his head, inside his heart and it was dark and cold. Screams surrounded them, followed by a raspy and echoing voice: “Kill the spare.”

She had seen Harry undergo all forms of torture and never knew if they were real or imagined. She saw the death of Sirius over and over again, replayed, like an ulcer in your mouth that you can’t help but touch even though it hurts more each time.

Inside, Harry Potter was a mass of wounds that would never heal. She witnessed in a moment his childhood, his nightmares, his real life and his fears. They intertwined, meshed together until one could not be told from the other. He raged inside, was full of hurt and pain, and most of all hatred. Directed towards her and Ron, directed towards Dumbledore. She had pleaded and begged to be let out, that she had seen enough. Ron had to be partially Obliviated, and Hermione had promised Harry to forget what she had seen and never speak of it again.

It had been so easy. So simple to just forget about it, let Harry replace the mask over his features and pretend to be the Golden Boy. It had taken many mind numbing Potions before she had been able to sleep and it was in those few moments that she realized all that Harry had hidden from her. She didn’t want the terrible knowledge she now had and therefore didn’t think about it.

Until today. Something had drawn Harry from the Gryffindors, something had drawn him to the darkness and she had to figure out what. She shook her head with disgust as she realized the depth of her hypocrisy. She was doing exactly what she had accused every Slytherin of doing – judging without fact.

How had she come to this? How had they been torn apart so badly? What was it about Harry that drew Ron into a snarling rage and why did she have to choose between them?

She didn’t know Harry anymore, and she didn’t want to. He was no longer her friend and that was the deepest hurt of all. He was a dangerous, dangerous man. There was no place in the life of Hermione Granger for someone that dark and unstable. She had enough to deal with.




He couldn’t remember a moment when he hadn’t been in pain, a second when he had been able to breathe without gasping for air, choking and struggling to get air into frail lungs. He had never thought it would be this hard, that they would demand this much. His bones were broken and his body further maimed as they added to his collection of scars. They tried to break his spirit, they pushed him and twisted him and when he protested they pushed harder and faster.

Giving up never even occurred to him. He had planned this for years.

“You are stubborn.”

He gave them a bloody grin. “So I’ve heard.”

“Time to change the dynamic perhaps?”

“Do what you will. I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. I am not afraid.”

“You will be.”

“Are you tired yet? Do you crave rest?”

“I do.”

“Then go.” He was dismissed with the wave of a careless hand.



The touch when it came was light, almost imperceptible, but each knew what it meant. They were joined.

‘Where are you?’

‘Why do you care?’

‘I want to know where to go to kill you.’

‘You fight this still? I told you it was impossible.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

In the joined memories did two figures walk the dreams, did two bodies see each other. “This is impossible,” Draco murmured aloud. “This is a dream.”

“How can you tell the difference between the dream world and the real world?” Harry asked tilting his head to the side.

Draco’s face curled in a sneer as he reached out to slap Harry, leaving a vivid red handprint on the dark-haired boy’s face.

“You have a delicate touch,” Harry said, as if in answer

Draco launched himself at Harry. “You fucking left, you bastard!” he screamed as his hands wrapped around Harry’s throat and the momentum brought them both crashing to the ground. He instantly began to choke of Harry’s supply of oxygen and beat his head against the floor violently, revelling in the dull thuds he heard as skull hit the now blood-speckled and slightly dusty floorboards. “No one has ever found out what happens when a Veela kills their mate,” he hissed, smiling wickedly.

“Do you intend to kill me here Malfoy?” Harry spat. “What happens here is real in the normal world.”

“I know,” Draco replied as he kicked one of Harry’s legs. “I want you to suffer and I want you to hurt before I end your life, and then you will know who is the true master.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry warned.

Draco snorted. “Like that would ever happen.”

“Do you, or do you not remember me ramming my cock up your arse? Remember the blood I used for lubrication?” Harry taunted. “Remember how you begged for more?”

Draco backhanded Harry again. “Shut up!”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Harry sighed as his arms moved up to clutch Draco’s shoulders. “I did what I had to do and now I’d like to get on with my life. You are not part of it.”

“You admitted that I was back at Hogwarts,” Draco pointed out.

“We’re not at Hogwarts, are we?” Harry arched an eyebrow as he brought a knee up to Draco’s midsection. “Now get your slimy body the hell off me.”

Draco rolled to the side and instantly sprang to his feet. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he snarled.

“It seems not,” Harry agreed. “So I have to kill you.”

“Not before I kill you, Potter,” Draco spat. “And I have more experience in blood play than you do.”

“Scared, Malfoy?”

“Not likely.” Draco retorted.

Harry paused to look at Draco, his hated rival, his lover, his bond mate, his antagonist. A storm of different emotions swirled through his body as he stared at the blond. They didn’t need their bond at this moment; both knew exactly what the other one was thinking, both knew exactly where they stood with the other. “I hate you!” He burst out as he punched Draco in the face and drew back instantly to hit him in the stomach. “I hate you, I hate you…” he repeated like a mantra. “I can never make you bleed enough!” he rammed his knee into Draco’s jaw while he was hunched over and revelled at the crunching of bone and teeth. Blood trickled from Draco’s face and he was certain some ribs were broken.

“I hate you more,” Draco hissed in a venomous voice as he fiercely punched Harry on the back of his head where it was a raw, bloody mess from his earlier assault. As Harry yelped in pain, Draco instantly grabbed one of his arms and twisted it behind his back, coming close to dislocating and breaking it. “It could have been anyone!” he said in between punches and kicks. “Instead, I. Get. Cursed. With. YOU!” he shouted the last bit as he swept Harry’s legs out from under him and sent him crashing to the ground.

Blood flowed freely from the multiple wounds that both had inflicted on the other, bones were certainly broken and bruises bloomed like large purple and red flowers on their faces. For the first time they were on an equal playing f, no, no wands, no magic, no chains or whips, just fists and rage. “You then got so scared you had to run away,” Draco said bitterly. “You left!”

Harry gingerly touched his nose, convinced it was broken. “I have other things to do! I don’t belong at Hogwarts!” he tried to reach Draco’s throat but Draco caught his hands as they began wrestling.

“And I do?” Draco grunted. “Hogwarts is nothing to me! Because of you I have to risk my life now…”

“Oooh, the Death Eater Initiation,” Harry mocked. “Yes it must be terrible becoming something that you were raised from birth to be.”

“Shut the fuck up Potter, you have no idea, you never wanted to know and I’ll be damned if I’ll tell you now!” Draco fought like a hellcat to get Harry off the top of him and rolled so he was on top. “All you care about is how the Mudblood and the Weasel left you, how Finch-Fletchly used you and how Dumbledore sees you as a pawn. You. Are. Pathetic! You are nothing! You are shite,” he said in between grappling with Harry, his blood dripping onto Harry’s face and chest.

Harry said nothing for a minute, then took a deep shaky breath. “I want death, and failing that I want to make everyone fucking hurt,” he said quietly.

“Is that what you tell yourself to keep your hatred fed?” Draco paused. “Do you dream of a time when everyone is dead?”

“You don’t know anything about me, Malfoy.”

“I know more about you than you realize, Potter,” Draco pointed out. “I learned how to use our bond long before you did and I eavesdropped on your dreams. What did you once call it? Mental rape? Damn right I raped the hell out of your mind.”

“Because you’re too stupid to know how to do anything on your own!” Harry replied as he bucked upwards, hoping to dislodge Draco.

“I know that you lost that which was most precious to you,” Draco replied as he ground down against Harry, feeling a hardness that should not be there.

“What?”

“You lost yourself,” Draco whispered. “You are one of the living dead and that is why you fled to the shadows whoever they are, and that is why you left – not because of being used as a pawn by Dumbledore.”

“You are…”

“Absolutely correct,” Draco continued in the same soft voice. “I am your mate, and I know you. I. Know. You.” He locked eyes with Harry as he looked deeply into them. Swollen and bruised as they were, surrounded by broken glasses, their eyes met and held.

Neither was aware of moving, but it was no surprise when lips met lips as they tried to devour each other. It didn’t register that they tore the clothing off each others frame until Draco moved to viciously bite one of Harry’s nipples and he cried out in pain and pleasure.

“You will feel it this time,” Draco said through gritted teeth as he bit harder and drew blood. His hands drifted to Harry’s hard cock as he began to pump it, listening to Harry let out a wordless cry. He noted on Harry’s firm abdomen that along with a mass of bruises there were broken ribs – the same as on himself. Not knowing why, he brought a hand down hard, making Harry cry out in pain at the contact and then he screamed as Draco licked the tip of his weeping erection.

“Fuck Draco…!” he arched his head back.

“That’s the idea,” Draco responded as he not-so-gently bit Harry’s sack.

“I’m not the bitch!” Harry snarled as he reached between his legs to grab Draco’s ear and haul him to his face and knee him in the groin.

“Goddamnit!” Draco snapped as he instinctively threw out a punch at Harry, enjoying the sting of skin on skin.

Harry plundered Draco’s mouth violently, blood from broken teeth merging with blood from a bitten tongue. He reached down to Draco’s cock only to find his hands batted away as Draco wriggled out from under him and rolled them over so he was on top. As soon as their eyes met, everything went hazy again as the kiss was almost gentle for all the violence and hatred behind it. Never breaking eye contact, Draco licked a trail down Harry’s chest, outlining the broken ribs before once again taking him in his mouth. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco shook hisd. “d. “Sssh. Watch me Harry,” he said in an almost inaudible voice. “Watch me take you.”

Eyes still holding steady, Harry watched as Draco went down between his legs, sucking, caressing and licking a cock that was leaking copiously, rising from the almost midnight black curls. Draco’s pale hands teased and tantalised when he went down to Harry’s bollocks, as he gently nipped and suckled, fingers wetting themselves on his cock. Harry’s mouth was open as he breathed harder, as he moaned softly, gently thrusting his hips forward to Draco, yet never breaking the gaze they held.

Draco’s tongue went lower yet, parting Harry’s legs further and tonguing his cleft gently. Using the pre-come as lubrication, he slowly moved back up to Harry’s cock as his fingers began toying with Harry’s opening. “What do you see?” Draco asked, his voice almost hypnotic.

“I see you,” Harry replied.

“And what am I?” Draco murmured.

“My mate,” Harry answered, shouting and arching his head back and breaking eye contact as one of Draco’s fingers found their way inside.

Before Harry could even attempt to fight Draco, Draco’s lips were on his as Draco pulled his fingers out of Harry’s arse and instead cupped it as he brought two hard cocks together and ground down while kissing him deeply. Coming up for air, he continued the almost violent rhythm. “Draco…” Harry gasped out. “You…”

“I what, Harry?” Draco breathed into his mouth.

“Fuck me, Draco, make me yours,” Harry begged.

“You are mine, Harry, for the rest of this life and the next, you are now and forever…mine.” Draco kissed him gently as he spread Harry’s cheeks, and thrust himself fully inside.

The pain was more than Harry could bear as he screamed. The pain that Draco hadsed sed with his words and fists was nothing compared to this hurt…Justin never hurt him like this. It had never burned inside when he entered him or began to move. He was on fire, he was burning up from the inside as tears coursed down his cheeks. His battered body couldn’t take it.

Sweat and blood mingled as Draco began to thrust hard inside, pulling out fully and re-sheathing himself, feeling shivers go up his spine, feeling almost cold despite the sweat that coursed off him. Lifting Harry’s leg up to his shoulders, his hands grabbed Harry’s as he laced their fingers together. “Look at me Harry. Look at us,” he panted.

Dark emerald green met almost colourless silver.

Thrusts grew harder and more frantic.

Hands clutched tighter, knuckles turning white.

“Don’t let me fall.”

“I’ll fall with you.”

“I hate you.”

“I abhor you.”

“I need you.”

“I love you.”

Draco’s body went rigid as he emptied himself into Harry’s hole, thrusting deep to keep his semen in there for a moment longer, and then instantly grabbing Harry’s still hard cock in his lips and sucking hard. Harry was so sensitized, he didn’t last longer than two sucks and then he shrieked as he came into Draco’s warm mouth, convinced he was burning up like Fawkes at the moment of his death.

Falling to Harry’s side, they held each other as their lips gently sought each other. “Draco…”

“Harry?”

“I have to tell you where I am.”

“Where are you?”

Harry’s passion fogged eyes cleared as he kissed Draco softly again. “I’m…”

He vanished, as did Draco.

The dream was over.



Draco sat up with a shout,ing ing to look a hundred different directions at once. ‘That was one hell of a dream,’ Draco thought. He glanced down at his body and froze.

Bruises scattered over his body, broken ribs in his torso, blood seeping from his mouth, his hair messed by desperate and grasping hands. Come on his hands.

He shivered as he realized that was no dream.



Harry came to abruptly, convinced he’d sweat to death. “What…?”

One of the shadows stood there by his pallet. “We will heal you. Dress yourself and come with us.”

Harry looked at his body, the concave in his chest from broken bones, the bruises everywhere. The semen seeping out of his arse. His eyes widened.

“Fuck.”


Lucius allowed himself on small smile as he nodded to Severus. “I do believe that should do it.”

“Will it work?”

“It had better. Perhaps now my son will understand what is at stake and swallow his pride and fulfill his Malfoy duty.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then he’s dead,” Lucius said bluntly. “Never in our entire history has there ever been a problem like this, and I am astounded at the level of hatred and violence between them.” ‘I have plans for Draconis yet,’ he thought.

“You didn’t think they’d accept it easily?” Snape arched an eyebrow.

“I didn’t think they’d fight it this hard,” Lucius admitted. “However…now the games begin.” ‘And my son can be brought to our Lord for his Initiation and make me proud.’

Snape groaned.



‘Save me.’

‘I will.’


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