Music of the Heart

~Chapter 7 - Bolder than brave, and braver than Gryffindor ~

Draco had barely eaten, he'd spent most meals, pushing his food about on the plate, sending glances over at the empty seat at the Gryffindor table. He looked paler than usual, and he was acting unusually cruel towards anyone and everyone who got in his way. Even the Slytherins avoided him.
Blaise Zabini sent him looks Draco didn't want to think about. The frown told him Blaise were thinking something...something not good. And Draco was thinking along the same lines himself, or atleast that's what he figured. He had been too hard on Potter. ..Harry... It had been obvious that the stupid git actually was in love with him. He told himself he was merely concerned for his own reputation, his family's reputation, but ...
Draco sat on the edge of his bed, resting his head in his hands.

Problems problems
He knows you know
he knows you know
but he's got problems
problems problems problems

you've got venom in your stomach
you've got poison in your head

Harry was resting in his bed. Ron hadn't spoken to him yet, and he didn't want to see Hermione. It wasn't that they'd seen him in the position that hey had. It wasn't that Draco had planned it, as Harry'd realized he had. It was just..changed. Everything had changed. Harry had been thinking alot in the five days he'd been in Madam Pomfreys care. Malfoy had only been toying with him from the start, only pushing the line further and further along for each time, trying,testing, and manipulating Harry to see just how far he would go. And Harry had obliged. Harry was ashamed. He loved Draco, longed for him so hard he couldn't even begin to describe it in words, but he hated him. Not like before, the rivalry, the school quarrels. No, Harry hated him. He wanted to protect him, humiliate him, reject him and accept him. Harry was a mess, his internal struggle easy for all to see.
Harry dreams. The stag in his dream is protecting him from a giant snake, guarding him, but not protecting him from the venom the snake spits at him. When Harry wakes up in the middle of the night, he doesn't have to open his Divinations book to figure out it's meaning.

My body's broken
Yours is bent

Carved your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed

Harry cuts.

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Draco screams.

I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
sucker love, I always find
someone to bruise and leave behind

Draco loses control like he has never done in the past. He knows. It's because of him, all because of him. The stupid, bloody...I hate him, he cant make me feel like this, I shouldn't have to feel this! Draco screams, he trashes his room, every piece of furniture except the bed is broken, his clothes are scattered, as his books. He feels the pain of his muscles override the pain inside, and he knows.
Draco doesn't want this, and he's scared. He trashes his room, exhausts himself, and finds that he is crying. This isn't possible.. Not him..
"Someone missing something?" Blaise Zabini stood in the doorframe, disgust and distrust obvious in his glare. "Get out." Draco turned away from him, hiding his tears, wiping them quickly off, returning to his calm and icy posture. "You miss him." It wasn't a question. "Why are you still here, Zabini?" Venom dripping from each syllable, Malfoy turns to him. Blaise watches Draco calmly, notes the bleak and torn look, the dark rings under his eyes, the red puffed eyes, the barely concealed trails of newly cried tears. "You haven't eaten in days.All you do is stare at his seat." Draco spun around, he lost control of the little nerve he got left. "So what if I do?! Since when is that your business, Zabini!?" His shout, his snarl, the ragged condition the Slytherin was in told Blaise one thing; Draco was in love. And he didn't like it one bit.

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In the state Harry is in, he feels like he's floating, everything feels empty and free. It's wonderful. He soars the sky, flying like Ikaros towards the setting sun, the crimson colour disturbing him, and he wakes up, sensing movement, he's being carried, it feels safe, and he smiles happily. "Draco..."

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Professor Dumbledore entered the half-opened door of the Slytherins dorm, hearing the argument from a long way. Silence struck as Professor Dumbledore stood in Draco's bedroom, looking at the shattered remains of the furniture. "Mister Malfoy, if you would be so kind. Mister Potter is asking for you, and in his condition, it would be best if you obliged." Draco choked at the words, paler than ever. "What has he done..?" his voice nearly a whisper. Dumbledore shot Zabini a glance, telling him not to divulge this information to anyone. "Mister Potter ..Harry.. has cut himself. He's bleeding a lot. We don't know if he..." Dumbledore choked. "He's asking for you."

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Draco ran, his heart pumping furiously, regretting, hating, loving, running, running, runnning.
He slammed open the door, stormed inside, and looked around wildly for Harry. "Madam Pomfrey!" Draco shouts, he mustn't be too late, and Madam Pomfrey looks out from a door. "Where is he, where's Harry?"
Madam Pomfrey leaves the room, and looks at him curiously. "I'm afraid he's not here, Mister Malfoy.He's not here anymore."

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A/N .. I only wrote this 5 hours before I went to work ,so it's a short chapter, but I hope you like it..Writing on 8..stay tuned!