A Song Unsung

Title: A Song Unsung, Chapter 2

Author: Serenitas

E-mail: draconigena@mugglenet.com, website: www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com

Rating: R (eventual NC-17 on AFF & my site)

Genre: Romance/Humour


A/N: Here is chapter 2 of ong ong Unsung.’ I was very pleased with the reviews and the reactions I got to chapter one, and everyone who reviewed was very supportive so thank you! Please check out my website, a lashlash archive at www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com - I am taking submissions if you want to submit, and looking for affiliates and links.

I am very reliant on my feedback, so thank you! Please remember this is not a pro-Gryffindor, pro-Dumbledore, pro-Trio fic, and I feature ParselmouthDark!Harry and RagingBastard!Draco. The Harry/Draco rivalry plays a huge role in this fic and if you are looking for loving and sappy Draco, you won\'t find him here.

Disclaimer: Yes I am JK Rowling and I DO own these characters. (Insert BS-O-Metre here). Flames will be used as objects of scorn, derision, tittering and ridicule before being shoved into the first bodily orifice that presents itself, and people just might not like that. Remember this is slash, it will soon be graphic slash. Don\'t like it, don\'t read it.

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Draco blinked at the bright light streaming through the windows as he sat up. ‘Infirmary.’ He noted as he looked around. Blaise was reading one of his textbooks and glanced up as Draco moved. “About time Draco.”

“How long have I been out?”

Blaise chuckled. “Half a day. Potter wailed on your hide like you wouldn’t believe. He took out three of your teeth with that one punch, and before you had hit the ground he was on you. You gave a hell of a fight yourself though.”

“I don’t remember that.”

\"That would be due to the trauma to your pointed little head.” Blaise shook his head. “It was a beautiful fight. I never thought Potter had it in him, but he’s changed quite a bit. Those twits of Gryffindors don’t even notice.”

“How did McGonagall react?”

Blaise let out a hoot. “Potter is forbidden to leave Gryffindor Tower for reasons that are not class, meals or detention.”

“Quidditch?”

“He’s suspended from the team.”

Draco’s eyes lit up at this news. “Excellent. When’s the next Slytherin-Gryffindor game?”

“This weekend.” Blaise punched a hand in the air. “Their reserve seeker is Ginny Weasley. We’ll mop the floor with them!”

“Do I have any detention to speak of?”

\"A months worth. As well as the deduction of all our points, but Gryffindor’s penalty was even worse.”

“Tell me.” Draco’s eyes shone.

“Revoking all of Potter’s privileges and extracurricular activities, detention for the rest of the year with Snape andch, ch, having to go into the Forbidden Forest with Professor Snape and Sprout to pick smelly fungus for classes and potions as well as deduction so many of Gryffindors points for his unprovoked attack on you that they are in the negative numbers.” Blaise shook his head. “You should have heard Granger lay into him!”

Draco glanced around. “Is it safe for me to go?”

“Of course. Madam Pomfrey said that once you regained consciousness the best thing for you to do would be returning to the dormitory.”

Gingerly Draco got out of the bed, marvelling at the violence and force with which Potter had used against him. “Did I hurt Potter at all?”

“Uh huh. McGonagall refused to let him have healing though. He is not a happy Gryffindor.”

Draco grinned evilly. “Wanker deserves it for what he did to me.” There was an evil glint in his eyes as he looked at Blaise. “I’m going to make him regret crossing me.”

“Harry, mate, we’ve been friends a long time.”

\'Here we go again.’ Harry thought, rolling his eyes. “Yes Ron.”

“We’ve been through a lot together, good and bad.”

\'Obviously rehearsed.’ “I know Ron.”

“Now, I had to work hard to keep ‘Mione from stampeding in here the way she wanted to, but I convinced her that the boy’s dorms are no place for a lady.”

\'True, but this is Hermione. She’s no lady.’ “Good thinking Ron.”

“You can tell me anything you know.”

\'Like hell I can.’ “I know Ron.” Harry said in a monotone, listening with only half an ear. The condemnation from the rest of Gryffindor house was actually quite refreshing, because for one shining moment they dropped their holier-than-thou pretences and laid into him with just as much venom as any Slytherin. For just a few minutes they were not Golden Gryffindors, they were pissed off housemates and they couldn’t figure out why Harry had a broad smile on his face. His new pet Anaspoor had been begging to contact its parents in the dungeons and eat them, but Harry managed to talk her out of it. She had sensed that he almost caved to her request and was quite verbose about his refusal. Telling him she’d rather eat Ron than listen to him, Harry agreed but told her she’d get sick if she ate him. Snakes were so straightforward, not deceitful like the rest of the world thought. He had hated being a Parseltongue at first, but now he couldn’t imagine anything else. His new pet was mooyaloyal to him and would kill anyone who tried to harm him, backed up by the other thirty-nine Anaspoors scattered around Hogwarts.

\"I’m going to try and be tactful.” Ron continued, not noticing Harry’s smirk.

“Of course Ron.” ‘You need to get laid Ron. Hermione must be hng bng back on you.’ He thought mirthlessly. ‘Taking your frustrations out on me.’

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THAT LITTLE HARRY POTTER IDIOT BRAIN OF YOURS?” he roared suddenly, making Harry start and smile.

‘So he can lose his temper with me. About bloody time.’ “I’m not sure what you mean Ron.” He said carefully.

Ron began pacing the room, agitatedly running his fingers through his messy red hair. “You refuse to partner with Malfoy…”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“You almost don’t transfigure him back – thought I wasn’t watching you I’ll bet.”

\'Obviously you have nothing better to do.’

“And then after he transfigures you into a dragon, you attack him in animal form, and when you are returned to normal you lay into him!” Ron finished.

“That about sums it up.” Harry agreed.

“What the HELL has gotten into you?” Ron snapped. “First the debacle and showing off with those stupid Anaspoors, and then knocking the stuffing out of Malfoy!”

“I would think you’d encourage me to beat the crap out of him Ron. You’ve been trying to do it for years.”

“That’s different!”

Harry rolled his eyes again. This was a classic example of the hypocrisy that ran through Gryffindor House. It was ok for Ron to go after his enemies, but not for Harry. “How is it different Ron?”

“I’m not the Golden Boy!”

\'The next person who calls me that is going to get a twenty four hour enema.’ Harry thought angrily. He fought to keep from snarling at Ron the way he wanted, remembering that he had to appear chagrined and upset that he had lost Gryffindor house all those points and was being punished. Truth, he didn’t care and thought someone has to take Gryffindor down from their pedestal, so why not him? The Gryffindors weren’t upset over losing the points, no, they were upset that Harry had broken their image of him, and he didn’t care. Putting a sorrowful expression on his face, he watched Ron pace and tuned him out to think of other things.

::The next person who calls me that oingoing to get a twenty four hour enema.:: Draco heard echo in his head. He had to fight the urge to laugh at the sheer contempt and fury in the voice. Now that he had his suspicions, he recognized it instantly as Potters’ voice. :: snivelling, obsequious, annoying, whining, irritating…:: the litany that paraded through his mind gave him a bit of respect for Potter’s vocabulary. Heading to the Owlery, he reached for his eagle owl to send off a frantically penned letter from him, as his his father how common mistakes were when choosing his mate. ‘Not Potter.’ He pleaded mentally. ‘Anyone but him! I’ll even take Longbottom...well, maybe not him but anyone else. No Gryffindors!’

Telling his owl to fly rapidly, he watched, as it became a small dot in the distance, praying that his father would tell him just what he needed to hear.

Professor Snape was in a positively poisonous mood the next day in Potions, and his fury was taken out on the Gryffindors who were all busy staring at Draco with a mixture of lust and desire. Draco preened under the attention, quietly taking names for who he’d shag that coming weekend. Every time Snape even glanced in the direction of Potter, he seemed to froth at the mouth. “Today class we’re brewing Veela repelling Potions.”

Hermione raised her hand. “Is that because Malfoy is a Veela sir?”

Absolute silence fell in the classroom as people glanced from each other, to Snape, to Draco. “I begr par pardon?” Snape asked quietly, seething.

“Well it’s only obvious. I mean his colouring is right and he’s the right age. People always throw themselves at him – not that he tries to fight them off – and he’s evidently been searching for his mate.”

“How have you come to this far-fetched conclusion?”

“I did researchthe the Veela.” Hermione replied primly. “There are two main types of Veela, the French and the English. The ones in France are more red and blonde, as opposed to the English Veela who is conspicuously silver and blonde. Malfoy’s bloodline and characteristics match those of a Veela.”

“Fascinating conclusion Granger.” Draco drawled. “And totally wrong.”

“I’m never wrong.” Hermione said stubbornly. “You’re a Veela. I did research on your bloodline, and, I eavesdropped on your conversation with Professor Snape the other day.”

“What?!” Draco and Snape exclaimed together.

“Just what were you doing in my dungeons at that hour of the morning Miss Granger?”

“I was coming to ask you about an extra credit idea I had, but I saw Malfoy in here instead. So I decided to wait outside and I heard him telling you his secret and to keep it quiet.”

“And you told... why?” Professor Snape put as much malice into those words as he possibly could.

\"She\'s a Mudblood.\" Draco snapped. \"What other reason does she need?\"

“Well I was originally going to blackmail him with it…”

“I wouldn’t go out with you on pain of death Granger!” Draco retorted hotly.

“Oh please.\" she poo-pooed. \"And then I decided that to repay him for what he did to Gryffindor House yesterday, I’d just out the pouf.”

“Who are you calling a pouf, you beaver?” Draco snarled, indignant.

“Well you do seem to shag a lot of guys.” Hermione pointed out.

“Are you keeping track of who is in my bed?”

“Oh please.” Hermione scoffed.

“Do you want to join me in my bed? I am well versed in the physical and and know multiple…techniques…”

“Give me a break!” Hermione looked repulsed.

“I refuse to have you there! Mudblood! Low caste! Never!” Draco had worked himself up into a rage at this point. “My dong would never go anywhere near your…”

“Mr. Malfoy, sit down and shut up!” Snape interjected. “And Miss Granger, since Gryffindor has no more points for me to take, I give you detention with Filch for a month, for eavesdropping in my dungeons, and you getailiailing grade in my class.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I don’t care.” Snape snd. “d. “Now we are brewing a Veela repelling Potion. It is NOT for Malfoy, he is NOT a Veela and Granger has made the whole thing up. We have Veela coming to visit the school next month and this is prior prevention. The instructions are on the board, so what are you waiting for?”

Not a soul moved in the class, all still blinking and staring at Draco.

“NOW!” Snape roared, losing all semblance of patience and control.

After jumping in startlement, the class began gathering their ingredients together. “Mr. Potter.” Snape said smoothly. “I think you should work with Mr. Malfoy.”

Harry glared at his Potions Professor. “Sir…”

“Harry, do what he says! You’ve got us in enough trouble!” Hermione hissed.

\'Oh like you just helped the situation.\' he thought angrily. Letting out a long-suffering sigh that the Forces of Fate were against him, he moved to sit next to Malfoy. Hdn’tdn’t say anything; rather he listened to the whispers coming from his housemates. They surrounded him and penetrated his barriers. It was Second Year all over again.

“Well he did cause that scene yesterday.”

“Openly talks to serpents.”

“Dark wizard…”

“Doesn’t belong in our House…”

“Dark wizard…”

“Can we get rid of him?”

“Parselmouth…don’t forget he’s a Parselmouth…”

“How did he defeat Voldemort?”

\"Only cause more trouble…”

“Potential Dark Lord…”

“What can we do?”

\"Ignore him, perhaps he’ll go away.”

“Dark wizard…dark wizard…dark wizard…”

Harry clenched his teeth in quiet rage as he fought the temper that was rising from him. \'Don\'t say a word.\' he thought, hurt and fury coursing through his veins.

Malfoy had stopped all pretence of working and smirked. “Sounds like they figured you out all right.”

“Shut up Malfoy.” Harry snapped, wanting to hurt someone, and Malfoy was the closest. His tenuous hold on his temper was close to breaking.

“No, I don’t think I will. You see Potter, *I* figured you out.” Draco drawled, rather eager to share his revelations.

“In your dreams.” Harry snorted, adding powdered hawk talons.

“I can read your thoughts.” Malfoy murmured vindictive. “Did you forget that?”

“I tried like hell to. What am I thinking at this very second?” Harry asked sweetly.

Almost tentative, Draco entered his thoughts, still in awe of how easily he could enter the brain of his enemy. ‘This could work to my advantage though. What better way to torment him than by not giving him a second of privacy or personal thoughts? Oh this is good.’ Draco thought. ‘I can use his masturbatory thoughts as entertainment for the masses…if he does wank off.’ Then he listened to hear what was going on in Potter’s mind.

:: good for nothing, brainless, hopeless, horny, cheap smelling, unfashionable BASTARD!::

“Who are you calling unfashionable you walking fashion disaster?” Draco demanded, pulling his mind out.

“What the hell are you doing invading my thoughts you str?” r?” Harry retorted.

“Cheap smelling?” Draco raged. “Have you taken a whiff of yourself lately?”

“Listen here you albino…”

“What did you call me?”

“I think you heard me quite clearly you shite.”

“Potter, I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh bring it on. Is that what you do to me in YOUR fantasies?”

“I would never fantasize about you Potter! I only shag the attractive and the pure-blooded, you are nothing but a half-blood!”

\"Is that what you think?\" Harry’ss cus curved up in a vindictive smile as he leaned towards Draco’s ear. “I hope Madam Pomfrey replaced those teeth of yours that I removed yesterday, because I’m about to take them out again!”

“That is enough!” Snape burst between them. “Honestly! This is ridiculous.”

\"He started it Sir.” Draco said quickly.

“I know he did Mr. Malfoy. Well, he can’t be punished anymore than he already is.”

“Yes he can!” Pansy trilled from behind Draco. “Make him be the personal manservant of Slytherin House! Anything anyone wants to do to him, he has to until he’s paid us back for what he’s done!”

Draco nodded in approval. “The things I’ll get you to do Potter…”

Harry looked at him with disgust written all over his features. “You’d probably have your face in my crotch so quick…or your langer up my arse…you’d try and turn my arse into an abyss!”

“You flatter yourself you unattractive rump fed ronyon! I wouldn’t touch you unless it was to beat your brains in!”

“Or else you’d have me take part in a Death Eater ritual…”

“Only if you were the sacrifice!”

“Or part of a mass Slytherin orgy…”

“We took a break until after examinations if you must know.”

“I like this idea.” Snape nodded. “I’ll discuss it with the Headmaster and we’ll see. Appropriate and fitting to see the Golden Boy on his knees.”

Draco and the rest of the Slytherins choked along with Harry as they got the innuendo, and the Gryffindors looked insulted.

One whisper echoed through the room. Lavender Brown leaned over to Parvati Patil. “Serves him right. He’s a dark wizard, he should be where his kind belong.”

Harry raised his chin as he met Snape’s glare defiantly. “Do what you will, I don’t care.”

Pansy arched an eyebrow at him. \"Trust me, you will.\"

Blaise leaned forward to Harry. “We’ll show you what being a dark wizard really means Potter.” He murmured grinning. “And I assure you, you won’t like it.”

::I want them dead. I want them to hurt like I hurt and I want the world to see that Gryffindor House is nothing but a bunch of whining, snivelling, wailing hypocrites!:: Draco winced at the force of that thought that entered his head. He couldn’t wait for the end of class, to read from his father that it WAS normal for a male Veela to have at least three or more mistakes before finding his mate. If he could read Potter’s mind so easily…obviously he had no mental shielding and was too dimwitted to do otherwise. If Dumbledore agreed to let Potter be the Slytherins manservant, he’d make him rue the day he was born.



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