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9
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Wake up
MUSIC IN OUR VEINS
Chapter 5- Wake Up
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Detention with Potter, Zabini and Malfoy was due in two minutes. He wasn’t a patient man so when they came running in four seconds to late he began to shout at them before spitting out some instructions. He decided that some floor scrubbing would be better than cauldrons and they also had to scrub the walls. They hadn’t been cleaned in ages. That ought to keep them occupied for sometime, he thought with a satisfied smirk. Not that it looked any different from his usual one, mind you.
”Get started and make no mistake, I will know if there’s any cheating going on,” he threatened before locking himself into his office. What the three brats didn’t know was that he’d completed some supervisor charm just before they arrived in the classroom and he could now shit back and relax in his chair while watching the boys. Hopefully he’d find out something about their mystical behaviour towards each other.
IN THE CLASSROOM
”This is all your fault Zabini!” Malfoy sneered and threw his washcloth down on the floor. Zabini shook his black hair and his eyes narrowed, making his gaze even darker than his eyes already made it and more intensive.
”My fault?” he repeated heatedly. ”How the fuck is it my fault? I didn’t do a fucking thing!”
”Neither did I so who was it?” Malfoy shoot back. They both stilled and looked over at Harry who was sitting on a desk, watching them curiously.
”Harry, what did you do?” Draco asked imploringly.
”Me?” Harry asked innocently. ”I didn’t do a thing, nope!” Then his eyes narrowed. ”Why, are you blaming me?” he asked. Zabini and Malfoy both backed up a few steps.
”NO! Of course not! I didn’t, can’t speak of Zabini through…” Malfoy said and glared at the boy on his side.
Zabini shook his head.
”I don’t blame you, you know that!” he said.
Harry jumped down on the floor and began to circle them. He began to eye them up and down and that made them start fidgeting.
”You know,” Harry drawled slowly, making Malfoy shudder. His voice was low and deep, a bit dark. ”I’m not entirely sure I trust your word for it,” he said. The boys were about to speak but Harry stopped them with a hand movement. He continued to circle them slowly. ”You may, however, convince me… I’m sure you’d be able to think up a way to do so…” he said imploringly.
”Are, are you serious?” Zabini asked breathlessly.
”Seriously?” Harry asked, his voice suddenly back to normal. ”I’d love to get a fuck but we’re currently in Snape’s classroom and no matter what you think about me it’s not one of my secret dreams to have Snape walk in on me in an intimate situation.”
The Slytherins smirked.
”What do you suggest then?”
Harry bent over and picked up a cloth before turning to them.
”I suggest we get to work gentlemen, I’d like to get out of here sometimes soon,” he said and set to work, leaving to very confused boys standing in the middle of the room.
Severus stared at the screen he was watching. Did his two Slytherins just have a sex-implied conversation with the Golden boy Potter? He screwed his eyes shut. That was just so wrong in so many ways!
Eeeeewww, he thought. He beginning to think if this might have been a mistake, knowing these things might fuck with his brain more than he liked to admit it could.
Malfoy and Zabini was back to glaring at each other. Potter seemed to ignore it the best he could, but even he started to look bit irritated.
”Hey guys!” he said after finishing scrubbing one of the long walls. ”What about a break? I’m fucking done for it!” he said. The other two jumped at the idea immediately. They sat down on the floor and Potter stretched various muscles that obviously hurt after cleaning the wall. The two others admired his poses until Potter gave them a pointed glare. The Slytherins didn’t look embarrassed at getting caught but they did look away.
Potter looked from one to another and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
”Here,” he said and offered the others the package.
”Are you mad? We can’t smoke here! Snape will smell it!” Malfoy hissed. Potter shrugged.
”Is this a potion room or what? There are certain spells in this room to make the smoke go away after a few seconds, how else did you think a whole class can stand being in here, breading for hours?” Malfoy looked as he thought about it.
”Point taken,” he said after a while and Potter nodded to him in acceptance.
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Severus sat up straight in a jolt when Potter took out his cigarettes. That’s it! He thought with triumph. He now knew why he’d recognized that particular look Potter had earlier in the morning. It was a look of someone smoking dope, he of all should know. When he was a Slytherin himself years back him and the people closest to Lucius used to get high in the Saturday nights. He frowned when he thought about it. Was Potter trippin’ on drugs? He’d have to find out.
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”Dray, when was that Slythein party, now again?” Potter asked.
”In two days, why?”
”Whose taking care of the alcohol order? Is it out turn?”
”Um… no. It’s Jamerson, the bloke with dirty hair.” Potter nodded absently.
”Malfoy, isn’t it our turn to bring the ”finer” stuff?” Zabini asked. Potter interrupted before Malfoy could answer.
”Will you cut it out?” he shouted. ”I’m so fucking tired at you two being at each other throats all day long. So what if I fuck the both of you? It’s not like we’re in an relationship anyway!” Potter hissed. Zabini and Malfoy looked a bit embarrassed.
”I know, it’s just… Why him?” Malfoy whined.
”Why not?” Potter spat. ”He’s your friend, who’s better than him? Would you like me to go fuck someone else, someone you don’t know, that could be a complete asshole?” he asked.
”Nooo,” Malfoy said sullenly.
”Blaise, would you?” Potter asked, his eyes flashing angrily.
”No,” Zabini said.
”Good, now pull your heads out of your Asses and apologise to each other!” Potter reprimanded them like they were small children; sometimes that’s what was missing.
”Sorry,” they both muttered.
”Now, let’s get this fucking job done with so we can get some sleep at last. We’ll have to do a rehearsal tomorrow morning, don’t forget!” potter reminded them.
”What about we sing the newest song now? Just the lyrics, I’d like to see if I still remember it. I don’t want to look like a total ass on out gig the day after tomorrow,” Malfoy said.
”Sure, let’s do that,” Zabini said. And sot they sang. It sounded a bit strange without the music, but it seemed like the boys didn’t notice since they probably had the music going on in their heads.
Wake Up
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Each day more frightening.
All of us wanna die.
The pressure\'s tightening.
I don\'t even want to try.
Should I take all the stupid bullshit.
What makes them think they can get away with
it.
I\'m not happy.
I wish they just...
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
I can\'t take no more.
What are we fighting for?
You are my brothers.
Each one I would die for.
Please just let it go.
All the heads are blown.
Let\'s take the stage and remember what we play
for.
No more fighting!
I swear I\'m gonna leave.
Talking shit to spite me.
I wish we just..
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
I can\'t take no more.
What are we fighting for?
You are my brothers.
Each one I would die for.
Please just let it go.
All the heads are blown.
Let\'s take the stage and remember what we play
for.
I can\'t take no more.
What are we fighting for?
You are my brothers.
Each one I would die for.
Please just let it go.
All the heads are blown.
Let\'s take the stage and remember what we play
for.
Remember what we play for.
Remember what we play for.
(Written by KoRn)
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Severus sat dazedly and looked at the screen. He had thought something strange gong on, but this seemed so much bigger than he’d first counted with. How come Potter was at such ease with his Slytherins that he was even invited at the party, and how come no one had heard about it before? His curiosity was killing him. Yes, he was curious! How else could he be such a good spy? His curiosity made him one! If he didn’t want to know the things he listened too, he’d do a sloppy job and be killed. Now however, that wasn’t the case.
Storming over to his classroom he jerked the door open and screamed at the boys that the detention was over, for now anyway. The boys split up and Severus got back to his office to do some planning, he had a certain party to spy on in a couple of days.
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Chapter 5- Wake Up
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Detention with Potter, Zabini and Malfoy was due in two minutes. He wasn’t a patient man so when they came running in four seconds to late he began to shout at them before spitting out some instructions. He decided that some floor scrubbing would be better than cauldrons and they also had to scrub the walls. They hadn’t been cleaned in ages. That ought to keep them occupied for sometime, he thought with a satisfied smirk. Not that it looked any different from his usual one, mind you.
”Get started and make no mistake, I will know if there’s any cheating going on,” he threatened before locking himself into his office. What the three brats didn’t know was that he’d completed some supervisor charm just before they arrived in the classroom and he could now shit back and relax in his chair while watching the boys. Hopefully he’d find out something about their mystical behaviour towards each other.
IN THE CLASSROOM
”This is all your fault Zabini!” Malfoy sneered and threw his washcloth down on the floor. Zabini shook his black hair and his eyes narrowed, making his gaze even darker than his eyes already made it and more intensive.
”My fault?” he repeated heatedly. ”How the fuck is it my fault? I didn’t do a fucking thing!”
”Neither did I so who was it?” Malfoy shoot back. They both stilled and looked over at Harry who was sitting on a desk, watching them curiously.
”Harry, what did you do?” Draco asked imploringly.
”Me?” Harry asked innocently. ”I didn’t do a thing, nope!” Then his eyes narrowed. ”Why, are you blaming me?” he asked. Zabini and Malfoy both backed up a few steps.
”NO! Of course not! I didn’t, can’t speak of Zabini through…” Malfoy said and glared at the boy on his side.
Zabini shook his head.
”I don’t blame you, you know that!” he said.
Harry jumped down on the floor and began to circle them. He began to eye them up and down and that made them start fidgeting.
”You know,” Harry drawled slowly, making Malfoy shudder. His voice was low and deep, a bit dark. ”I’m not entirely sure I trust your word for it,” he said. The boys were about to speak but Harry stopped them with a hand movement. He continued to circle them slowly. ”You may, however, convince me… I’m sure you’d be able to think up a way to do so…” he said imploringly.
”Are, are you serious?” Zabini asked breathlessly.
”Seriously?” Harry asked, his voice suddenly back to normal. ”I’d love to get a fuck but we’re currently in Snape’s classroom and no matter what you think about me it’s not one of my secret dreams to have Snape walk in on me in an intimate situation.”
The Slytherins smirked.
”What do you suggest then?”
Harry bent over and picked up a cloth before turning to them.
”I suggest we get to work gentlemen, I’d like to get out of here sometimes soon,” he said and set to work, leaving to very confused boys standing in the middle of the room.
Severus stared at the screen he was watching. Did his two Slytherins just have a sex-implied conversation with the Golden boy Potter? He screwed his eyes shut. That was just so wrong in so many ways!
Eeeeewww, he thought. He beginning to think if this might have been a mistake, knowing these things might fuck with his brain more than he liked to admit it could.
Malfoy and Zabini was back to glaring at each other. Potter seemed to ignore it the best he could, but even he started to look bit irritated.
”Hey guys!” he said after finishing scrubbing one of the long walls. ”What about a break? I’m fucking done for it!” he said. The other two jumped at the idea immediately. They sat down on the floor and Potter stretched various muscles that obviously hurt after cleaning the wall. The two others admired his poses until Potter gave them a pointed glare. The Slytherins didn’t look embarrassed at getting caught but they did look away.
Potter looked from one to another and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
”Here,” he said and offered the others the package.
”Are you mad? We can’t smoke here! Snape will smell it!” Malfoy hissed. Potter shrugged.
”Is this a potion room or what? There are certain spells in this room to make the smoke go away after a few seconds, how else did you think a whole class can stand being in here, breading for hours?” Malfoy looked as he thought about it.
”Point taken,” he said after a while and Potter nodded to him in acceptance.
-------
Severus sat up straight in a jolt when Potter took out his cigarettes. That’s it! He thought with triumph. He now knew why he’d recognized that particular look Potter had earlier in the morning. It was a look of someone smoking dope, he of all should know. When he was a Slytherin himself years back him and the people closest to Lucius used to get high in the Saturday nights. He frowned when he thought about it. Was Potter trippin’ on drugs? He’d have to find out.
-----
”Dray, when was that Slythein party, now again?” Potter asked.
”In two days, why?”
”Whose taking care of the alcohol order? Is it out turn?”
”Um… no. It’s Jamerson, the bloke with dirty hair.” Potter nodded absently.
”Malfoy, isn’t it our turn to bring the ”finer” stuff?” Zabini asked. Potter interrupted before Malfoy could answer.
”Will you cut it out?” he shouted. ”I’m so fucking tired at you two being at each other throats all day long. So what if I fuck the both of you? It’s not like we’re in an relationship anyway!” Potter hissed. Zabini and Malfoy looked a bit embarrassed.
”I know, it’s just… Why him?” Malfoy whined.
”Why not?” Potter spat. ”He’s your friend, who’s better than him? Would you like me to go fuck someone else, someone you don’t know, that could be a complete asshole?” he asked.
”Nooo,” Malfoy said sullenly.
”Blaise, would you?” Potter asked, his eyes flashing angrily.
”No,” Zabini said.
”Good, now pull your heads out of your Asses and apologise to each other!” Potter reprimanded them like they were small children; sometimes that’s what was missing.
”Sorry,” they both muttered.
”Now, let’s get this fucking job done with so we can get some sleep at last. We’ll have to do a rehearsal tomorrow morning, don’t forget!” potter reminded them.
”What about we sing the newest song now? Just the lyrics, I’d like to see if I still remember it. I don’t want to look like a total ass on out gig the day after tomorrow,” Malfoy said.
”Sure, let’s do that,” Zabini said. And sot they sang. It sounded a bit strange without the music, but it seemed like the boys didn’t notice since they probably had the music going on in their heads.
Wake Up
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Each day more frightening.
All of us wanna die.
The pressure\'s tightening.
I don\'t even want to try.
Should I take all the stupid bullshit.
What makes them think they can get away with
it.
I\'m not happy.
I wish they just...
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
I can\'t take no more.
What are we fighting for?
You are my brothers.
Each one I would die for.
Please just let it go.
All the heads are blown.
Let\'s take the stage and remember what we play
for.
No more fighting!
I swear I\'m gonna leave.
Talking shit to spite me.
I wish we just..
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
I can\'t take no more.
What are we fighting for?
You are my brothers.
Each one I would die for.
Please just let it go.
All the heads are blown.
Let\'s take the stage and remember what we play
for.
I can\'t take no more.
What are we fighting for?
You are my brothers.
Each one I would die for.
Please just let it go.
All the heads are blown.
Let\'s take the stage and remember what we play
for.
Remember what we play for.
Remember what we play for.
(Written by KoRn)
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--
--
Severus sat dazedly and looked at the screen. He had thought something strange gong on, but this seemed so much bigger than he’d first counted with. How come Potter was at such ease with his Slytherins that he was even invited at the party, and how come no one had heard about it before? His curiosity was killing him. Yes, he was curious! How else could he be such a good spy? His curiosity made him one! If he didn’t want to know the things he listened too, he’d do a sloppy job and be killed. Now however, that wasn’t the case.
Storming over to his classroom he jerked the door open and screamed at the boys that the detention was over, for now anyway. The boys split up and Severus got back to his office to do some planning, he had a certain party to spy on in a couple of days.
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