Music of the Heart

~Chapter 6 - Difficulties and discoveries ~

Draco let out a roar as Harry forced himself into him, waking him up from the trance of pleasure. He threw his elbow back into Harrys chest, knocking Harry off of him, down on the floor, and kicked him hard in the chest, pushing him down to the floor with a snarl, a hiss, a growl filled with loathing. "What . the .. fuck .. do you think you're doing, Potter!" Harry swallowed, he'd been caught up in the moment, Dracos jealousy had resembled something else, something more than ownership. "I..just..I thought.." Harry felt tears well up into his eyes. No,not now, not in front of him, not again! "I..just though..maybe you wanted me too..I'm sorry, I .."

Draco hit him, the glass of his spectacles breaking on impact. "You didn't think!That's why I hate you bloody Gryffindors!" Another slap, open hand this time fell on Harrys face. "I don't want you, Potter, I never did!" Dracos face a blur above him, his eyes filled with pure hate. The cold sense of loathing radiating from the Prince of Slytherin culminated as he spat on Harrys tear-stenched face. "Get out." Harry shivered incontrollably. "No, Draco, please, no.." Draco lost his senses, he kicked Harry in the stomach, in the face, in the chest, blood flowing from Harrys nose and mouth, bruises forming on his torso, old wounds opening, new scars already in the making.

Panting, Draco backed away from him. "Get..out...now." he pushed out through gritted teeth. Harry couldn't see very well, but crawled towards the door, hoping to climb up against it. He pulled himself up by the handle, and grabbed his clothes and belongings, thinking to himself he probably had a broken rib from the stabbing feeling in his midriff. As he was about to leave, he turned to Draco,face downwards, blood dripping slow like sap down on the Slytherins carpet. "I love you, Draco. Nothing will ever change that.No matter what you do to me. "
The broken voice haunted the Slytherin that night.

Bloody and ruffled, half-dressed and beaten, Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, half-stumbling, and fell on his nose, at the feet of a terrified Ron Weasley. "FREEED!" Ron bellowed, but didn't move an inch. "FRED! GEORGE!" The twins came running down the stairs, and halted at the sight of Harry, passed out and bloody at Ron's feet. Fred picked him up immediatly, leaving his belongings with Ron, and ran for it, up to Madam Pomfrey.
Rons face showed the internal struggle of wanting to go with his mate to the school nurse's, and wishing he had taken a few of those punches himself. He looked at Harrys trunk, kicked it, then picked it up, carrying it to Harrys bed.


"What in the world?!" Madam Pomfrey looked outraged in her robe as the Weasley twins came running in, Fred with Harry in his arms. "He's unconscious, he just stumbled in the portrait hole looking like this!" Madam Pomfrey paid them no more attention, but examined Harrys entire being. After healing his fractured rib, his broken nose, and removing a shard of glass by his eyes, she turned to them, looking no less intimidating than Professor McGonagall. "Who did this?" The twins shook their heads. "We don't know, he just.." The door flew open, Professor McGonagall in her purple robe, and Professor Dumbledore in his starry blue robe, entered, looking worried and guilty. "Madam Pomfrey, may I use your office?" She nodded curtly, Professor McGonagall already by Harrys side. "Boys, if you will..." He opened the door to Madam Pomfreys office, and beckoned for them to follow him.


The Weasley twins sat down in the two chairs Dumbledore conjured for them, staying silent untill spoken to. The fumes from Madam Pomfreys storageroom reminded the boys of Snapes storeageroom, where they had been on quite a few raids through the years. "Will you please tell me, what has happened to Harry." Fred and George looked at eachother, deciding by Dumbledores grave tone, truth would be the wisest option. Fred started off. "It's probably Malfoy", he said cautiously, not sure Dumbledore would believe him. The Headmaster raised his eyebrows. George continued. "Harry has..well, sort of fallen in love with him. " Eyebrows arched in disbelief. "And..Harry has been his slave, we caught them having sex a bit earlier today." The Headmaster sat nonplussed. Fred and George exchanged dark glances. If he didn't believe them.. then what? "I see...Well, I can't say I was expecting that, wise as I may be.Do you know how long Harry's had this..infatuation?" They shook their heads. "But .. " Twin looked at twin. "Harry was supposed to meet with us in Diagon Alley, and Hagrid picked him up the night before, and when he woke up, Harry had gone off shopping..with Malfoy."


Fred continued as George left off. "We only knew that he went off with Malfoy, because he came back, carrying his bags." Dumbledore twiddled his thumbs, looking extremely thoughtful. "And Malfoy held the door open for him." Twins nodded in unison. "Then there was a lot of yelling,and Malfoy interrupted it, saying it was time to go, he had even packed Harrys bags." Fred couldn't help a little Ron-ish, disgusted tone. "Oh, and they sat together, alone, on the train.I walked past them, Harry was sitting at Malfoys feet, looking like a puppy." George looked down. "And then.. Ron and Hermione found out..they had a row, and Harry moved in with him today, and we, that is, us and Ron and Hermione, went to talk with him atleast, and when Blaise Zabini opened the door...." Fred looked up. "...they were going at it, on the floor.And then we left, after a small talk, where it seemed Harry would stay.." George looked more comfortable now, Dumbledore didn't. "And then he came stumbling in looking like this, and Ron yelled for us, and ..well, here we are." he finished lamely. Dumbledore looked stricken, but not as much as they would've thought. "And..Mister Malfoy?Did he seem..infatuated?" Freds face darkened. "No.Blaise told us, that Harry is his slave, his plaything.We didn't believe him, untill we saw it." George looked more thoughtful. "I'm not so sure. He sure got jealous when you kissed Harry.." Dumbledore looked at Fred, who was now a brilliant crimson. "What?" Dumbledore demanded. "Well, I ..I tested Malfoy. I said he'd keep an eye on his belongings, or else I'd steal him,and then I kissed him.Harry, that is." Fred grew silent, and George grinned. "And it seemed like Malfoy didn't like it one bit.." His smile faltered. "Wait..that's when we left..Did we?Is this our fault?" Twin looked at twin, Dumbledore looking gravely at the both of them. "I think it's time I awoke Mister Potter."


Dream a little dream of me...

Deep in slumber, Harry hears voices. They urge him to get up, to wake up, Harry..
Harry,wake up..

"Harry!!" It hurt him, everywhere it hurt him. This wasn't his bed, the bedsheets were stiff and they smelled of hospital. He tried to blink, but his eyes were dry, and it felt terrible opening them. "He's waking up!" Someone shouting near his ears. Harry fumbled for his glasses, but couldn't find them anywhere. "Harry, are you all right? Can you hear me?" Dumbledores voice. What's going on? Dazed, Harry awakens, his vision blurry, his heart far from healed. "Professor Dumbledore?Where are my glasses?" He felt someone sit down by his feet, and he felt more than heard whomever else that was there, leaving. "I'm not sure, Harry. It would make it easier to find them, if you tell me what happened to you. I know I'm an old man, and I'm not the easiest to talk to, but I need to know Harry..what is going on?" Harry sighed. He was glad he couldn't see the Headmaster's face when he told him.
Harry started his tale by the easiest of ways. "I'm in love." Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Do go on,Harry." Harry braced himself. "That person whom I love, doesn't love me back at all. It's.....it's a boy, but.. I don't want to tell you who it is.I don't want him to get in trouble, when it's my own fault this happened." Dumbledore looked at him, expression soft. "I see.Well, if you insist, there's nothing I can do, Harry.I'll get you new glasses for tomorrow, I expect you'll be back on your feet in no time." Dumbledore told him good night, and left. Harry lay back, confused.Was it that easy?
He couldn't believe it. It was okay? Draco was off the hook? A wave of relief rushed his heart, and then he remembered. "I don't want you,Potter, I never did...I hate you..I HATE YOU.." The words were ringining in his ears, making him feel the worst he'd ever felt. His scar prickled, and he knew Tom Riddle probably felt his pain, and enjoyed it. Harry couldn't care less.
The joy of Draco not getting in trouble had evaporated with the rememberance of the hatred and rejection. He felt emptier than ever, pain in his every fibre, death wish in his eyes. Harry didn't want to speak with anyone. He didn't eat much, he didn't sleep much either. He stayed in the hospital wing for five days. There were no visitors for him. It was Harrys first visit to the hospital wing without any visits.Had he been himself, it would've hurt. Now there was no room for more hurt, than what had been caused by Malfoy. The eve of the fifth day, Professor Dumbledore came to see him.

"I think it would be best for you to re-join the students now,Harry. Try to think of something else. You will sleep in your dormitory from tonight on, and then we will see how you feel after a few days, all right?" Harry sat up, and started packing his things. He gave no sign that he had heard, except for the packing, which took no time at all. His new glasses looked the same as his old ones. Not that it mattered, he thought. Nothing will ever be the same again.
Nothing would be the same.