Musicalis

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Musicalis

Pairing: HP/DM
Warning: none
Rating: PG
Notes: This story is going to take a lot of work, especially because I don’t play an instrument. I’m just a fan of classical music. So if you see any mistakes, please tell me.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, they belong to JKR, the idea is mine though. I don’t make any money with this.


Chapter 1

That was not what he had planned; Harry thought and looked around in barely hidden discomfort.
O.k. so he had wanted to do a class on his own. Without Ron or Hermione tagging along.

Oh, he still loved his friends, and he loved spending time with them. But lately it had just become too much.
They weren’t seen as three individuals, they were rather referred to as one entity.
The Golden Trio.

And although that was fun, when they were children, especially as it protected Harry from some of the glorification of his own person; they were 17 now, nearly adults; it had to end.
He just needed some time away from them. Or their friendship would suffocate him.

Though, Harry would rather die than tell them so. They wouldn’t understand his need for a little solitude. Harry had always been alone and as much as he had basked in having finally found friends in Hogwarts, he was at heart a solitary person.
Not even the greatest friends could change what 11 years of emotional abuse had created.

Harry could clearly imagine the hurt look Hermione would give him, and the cold shoulder treatment that Ron had given him once was not something he wished to go through again.

Therefore Harry had let his forcefully hidden Slytherian side help him out on this. He had written them several letters over the summer and under the pretense of not knowing which classes to choose he had gotten to know which advanced and extracurricular subjects they would have, crossing most of them out of his schedule.

But he had not expected to land himself in a class with not one single Gryffindor aside from himself.
It was a whim. A new class. One, that hadn’t been taught in Hogwarts before. And something that reminded Harry of one of his long lost childhood dreams.

“Magical Science of Music” short ´Mas`.
As he’d seen it on the list of subjects he’d automatically and without much thought signed on.
Memories of his much adored violin lessons in elementary school coming to his mind and deciding for him.

As with most things that he enjoyed the Dursleys had caught onto his love for music rather fast and forced him to drop out of music classes, stating they would not pay for such a poncy hobby.
So in fashion of a typical teenage rebellion he had chosen the class as his last subject.

And now here he sat. In one of the highest classrooms of the East Tower. A part of the school even he hadn’t explored much. The eastern part of Hogwarts was Ravenclaw territory. Lots of specialized, smaller libraries and classrooms that were used by students to do extra work. Nothing exciting.

But this was, were ´Mas` would be taught.
Harry sat at the back of the class. Surrounded by Ravenclaws, Slytherins and even some Hufflepuffs, but not one Gryffindor.
He had never before noticed how much they all separated themselves into their four groups. With some of the students here he didn’t even know that they were in his year.
He silently cursed himself for how well his plan succeeded.

And of course, to make sure that the Goddess of Fate got a good long laugh out of this, one person he knew quite well had to be here.
The one person he wished to avoid more than anybody else in this school. Well aside from Snape maybe, he mused, as a sneering voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Potty, where are your subjects? Have they finally realized what an idiotic moron you are or have you realized that about the Weasel and the Mudblood? I always thought you were even in that regard and would therefore be together till you bite the dust.”

Harry clenched his jaw in frustration.
He changed his mind; he would choose Snape’s hateful tongue lashings over Malfoy’s superior attitude every day.

Harry reminded himself that he was not a child anymore. He could cope with the blond minx. Dragging his eyes slowly over the body in front of him, noting the relaxed and arrogantly commanding stand, the casually placed hands on the slim hips, he finally reached the Slytherin prince’ face.

Shit the ass just gets prettier every year, he thought absently.
Obviously the Malfoy heir had gotten over his father’s imprisonment. Harry couldn’t stop himself from sighing in relief mentally.

The haunted, fearful and hating look that had been on the young boy’s face, last year as Harry had led to Lucius Malfoy’s stay in Azkaban had followed the Gryffindor all through his summer holidays, even appearing in his nightmares once, twice or a dozen times.

But what he saw now reassured him immensely. Draco Malfoy looked better than ever. His blond hair was not slicked back for once, the tips just touching his jaw. Surrounding a face that had lost its childish roundness and was now delicately cut.

Maybe a little bit too delicate for a man, giving the Slytherin a strange androgen look. Which was only accented by his flawless porcelain skin and the light rosy lips.

Harry had to force himself to tear his eyes from that perfect mouth.
As much as he detested the arrogant sob, he was still only an adolescent. A bunch of hormones on legs, as the Weasly twins had once excused themselves after ogling some girls during one of their Quidditch games and falling from their brooms.

And Malfoy sure as hell was quite the eye candy. But that didn’t change the fact that he was an ass. Even if a fine one, a little voice whispered at the back of Harry’s mind.

The Gryffindor growled in annoyance, at himself and Malfoy.
He forced his eyes to look into the Slytherin’s, which was no help. The swirling quicksilver surely couldn’t be human.

Get a grip! He commanded himself and stood.
This was something new; he thought and looked down at the blonde with a superior smirk of his own.

Well, well, well; he thought in genuine amusement. Malfoy’s growing process had obviously come to a stop while his own had just started.
Harry loomed nearly half a head taller over the Slytherin.

And while Draco had a wiry muscled built, much like a dancer Harry had once seen on TV, the Gryffindor himself had gained a rather wide chest and lots of muscles due to his state as a slave worker for his relatives.
For once he thought that he had an advantage over the other boy.

But to his disappointment Malfoy didn’t look the least bit faced with his physical advantage. He just tipped his head back slightly, exposing his perfect neck in a gesture that was so unknowingly submissive that Harry had to swallow down a moan.

Jesus, he admonished himself, this is Malfoy. You can jerk off to pictures of him but not get aroused when he’s right in front of you!

While the two adversaries faced off, the rest of the class had fallen silent. As much as they had gotten used to the two most famous Hogwarts student’s fights; since Potter and Malfoy had both developed into quite the attractive young men, watching their fights had become more pleasurable than exciting.

Adding to that was how their animosity had gotten new fuel with Lucius Malfoy’s imprisonment. Strangely there was no bloodshed yet, just a staring match.

Malfoy leaned back against Harry’s table, so that he didn’t have to crane his neck back so much. A strand of hair fell into his face and he pulled it behind his ear in an elegant gesture that held no artifice but showed the inborn grace of pure aristocracy.
Harry was surprised and amused at the emerald stud in his adversaries left ear. Amused, because Harry’s own right ear was pierced now.

“I can’t see dumb and dumber either. Are you sure you’re in the right room? I remember hearing somewhere that you need to be able to feel to play music. I doubt that you have that ability.”
Silvery eyes flashed and the full lips tightened into a thin line for a second before Malfoy visibly got a grip on his anger.

Harry was always amazed at the control the other boy obviously had over his considerable temper. Strange how everybody thought him to be cold while he could be so passionate, he mused.

And as much as the Gryffindor in him hated to admit it, Harry enjoyed their fights, enjoyed getting a rise out of Malfoy, see his control challenged.

Suddenly Malfoy flashed him a grin which only pulled the right side of his mouth upward slightly. An expression he had not seen before and filed away for afore mentioned jerking sessions because it was rather inviting.

“Oh, I’m right where I should be Potter. And my ability to feel and to make people feel has never been questioned.”
Harry shivered at the sultry tone and the way the words flowed from Malfoy’s mouth.

He couldn’t believe what he heard.
Innuendo? Sexual ambiguity from Draco Malfoy’s mouth?
The Gryffindor could only stare at the young man in front of him.
A challenging glimmer in the lively eyes, still that slight grin, and open body language.

Lasciviousness thy name is Draco Malfoy, Harry thought in amazement.

Harry had a hard time suppressing the grin that threatened to break out as he saw how lively the distanced boy really was.
It seemed to him as if the shadow that was Lucius Malfoy had had more of a dampening effect on his son than anybody knew.

Harry was sure, that the pierced, suggestive boy in front of him was more Draco, than Lucius Malfoy’s son.

And it was obvious that the little devil thought to have embarrassed Harry with his suggestive tone. What a joke.
After spending time with Sirius, the short amount that it had been, and more time with the Weasly twins there was little that could embarrass him.

Harry had spent 2 weeks at the twin’s house. Two glorious weeks during which they’d pulled him through every Wizarding club in London and some Muggle clubs as well. And to be true, Harry had taken a fast liking to this life style.

Forgetting for once his title and obligations, just living, partying like an attractive young man as he was one should.
After he had to go back to the Dursleys he still sneaked out at night to go to dance clubs. Gay or straight.

Harry had soon discovered that he had no real preference in gender. The Weasly twins’ open gayness an encouraging factor in satisfying his adolescent libido.
So, while the equivocal words made his pants a bit uncomfortable he was anything but embarrassed. He would show the pretty boy that Harry Potter was not to be bested.

The shark like smile he let manifest on his face surprised the Slytherin, a slight widening of his eyes the only evidence of that.
Harry had problems not to laugh in joy. Malfoy had given them a new battlefield. A field far away from the hurtful topics of family and friends.

This was great, even more so because he had no idea that Harry wasn’t the little shy orphan anymore but a man who knew his way around the more intimate affairs of human nature.

His growing up, one of the reasons he was sitting in this course, was obvious. Not only in his physical development. But also in the way he carried himself. Gone were the baggy hand me downs, gone were the glasses and unmade hair.

He still wore loose clothing because he’d gotten used to the comfortable way, but they were now his own, bought with Sirius inheritance. He’d switched to contact lenses because he knew that with all the fights he had on a regular basis it was safer that way. And he’d gotten that thick mob of hair cut. It was him who used gel now, ironically enough. Though, he spiked it up instead of slicking it back.

His forays into the many clubs he’d visited had given him a lot of confidence about his appearance. And his past fights had done the same for his self esteem. He had heard and enjoyed the many whispers and admiring looks he got when he had arrived at the Hogwarts express.
This was not a fight Malfoy would win.

Harry leaned back against his chair casually. Crossing his muscular arms in front of him he began to trace Malfoy’s body more languorously this time.
Beginning with the long, lean legs which were clothed in the finest trousers. He knew that Malfoy’s school uniform was not standard. Only the best could get that close to the pampered man’s body.
The pants rode rather low on the slim hips, accentuating the groin area in a very subtle but enticing way. The white shirt had to be silk. The way it caressed and clung to the lean chest wouldn’t be possible with any other material.
As Harry studied the chest of his adversary he could swear that he saw tiny nubs peek a bit. But he thought that he must be imagining things.
He moved up to the swanlike neck. Not ridiculously long and thin like his aunts, no it was slim like the rest of him, covered by perfect white skin.
Harry could feel his saliva flow increase, how he would like to suck and bite his mark into this perfection. He vaguely asked himself if maybe he had vampires in his ancestry, he really should look into that.
Next was the fine and wide jaw, not as wide as most men’s, but male enough, to stop him from appearing too effeminate. And there his eyes hung again on the most beautiful pair of lips he’d ever seen. Elegantly swung, rosy and full, if he wouldn’t sneer and tighten them so often, and maybe smile for a change it would probably be an image to make angel cry.
Up his gaze went, over high and sharply cut cheekbones a perfect straight nose with a rather cute little upturn at the end, gazing shortly at the silky blond mane that models would kill for, to finally end up looking into the eyes that were the most prominent feature in his face.
Unusually dark long lashes that defied gravity, framed the ever changing quicksilver of his eyes. Harry was sure that the rumor about the Malfoy family spicing up their bloodline with Veelas was true. No normal human had eyes like this.

Harry had a hard time to get a grip on his admiration. Jesus but the boy was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, flew through his head.
It didn’t help at all that Harry had a rather obvious, at least for him, weakness for blondes. He really didn’t need for Malfoy to find out that he had so much power over Harry’s libido.
Then he noticed something.
A few strands of hair had fallen into the boys face while he had stood quietly under the Gryffindor’s scrutiny.
He pushed them back with his left hand. A beautiful long fingered elegant hand that shook slightly. Harry looked up into the grey orbs again.

And noticed to his astonishment that he hadn’t seen them this way before. There was defiance but also a tiny bit of uncertainty. The Gryffindor’s grin widened.
Could it be? Was it a bluff?
Well let’s call you on it Malfoy, Harry thought and said in a tone deeper than his normal voice, laced with suggestiveness and a certain degree of lust, to make sure that the bluff the Slytherin had pulled would be uncovered.

“I see. Or rather .. I would have to see it to believe it.” He said with a wicked look directly into the other boy’s face.
The students around them gasped in shock as they heard the strange verbal sparring. This was unheard of. Sexual innuendo instead of insults about their parents and bloodlines. The world must surely come to an end.
But the two boys didn’t pay them any attention.
Harry was totally caught up in Draco’s reaction to his words.
This was way better than what he thought would happen. He’d expected anger, maybe disappointment but he sure as hell had not expected to see Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, Ice Prince, Death Eater son, blush!

And he blushed beautifully. The pale complexion a curse in this aspect as it made the pink hue that crawled over his cheeks so much more obvious.
Harry had seen the boy pale to ashen color in shock, he’d seen him go totally red in anger, but he’d never thought that a Malfoy could blush. Though the picture of innocence was gone in a few seconds as the fiery temper regained control and the blond spat at him:

“You can dream on Potter, I don’t perform for the likes of you.”
Harry gritted his teeth. Damn Malfoy’s pretty looks. They all meant nothing as soon as the guy opened his big mouth.
The thought of not being good enough for the little wench angered Harry more than he was ready to admit.

But before he could reply anything scathing the door flew open and in a swirl of dark blue silk robes a young woman swept into the room.
Her entrance reminded Harry of Snape’s bat like show.
Long black curls, a pale complexion and pretty if striking features caught the attention of all males in the class.
Intense dark brown eyes swept over the pupils only to land at Malfoy.
Who stood there in obvious shock as the woman smiled and walked towards him.

Her smile was rather wicked as she came to a halt in front of him and gathered the smaller form in a bone crushing hug.
They kissed each others cheeks in a very personal way and Harry finally got to see a real if somewhat overwhelmed smile.
As he’d suspected it was beautiful. But it disturbed Harry that it was for her, which he credited to the fact that he obviously had another teacher who would openly prefer Malfoy obviously.

“Draco, kochane, it is good to see you again.” She spoke in a very deliberate way. Her voice deep and a hard probably eastern accent punctuating every word. Especially the way she called the boy by his first name indicated that she was not from England. She rolled the “R”, and what did “kochane” mean? All things that ran through Harry’s mind.

“Asia, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me… you are our teacher?”
There was such affection and shock in the boy’s voice. Harry had never heard him speak so unguarded.
Their teacher nodded, and a grin broke over Malfoy’s face.
“Why haven’t you told me?”
The woman laughed and totally ignored the rest of the gaping youths.
“Where would be the fun in that? Now that you’ve gotten rid of the blond menace we can concentrate on your musical career.”

Harry gasped along in shock with a few other students who also figured that with “blond menace” she meant Lucius Malfoy.
But the next shock followed immediately as Draco Malfoy laughed, wickedly, but laughed. At the mentioning of his father’s imprisonment.

“You know if I didn’t know better I would say you had your hands in this.”
She shook her head in obvious displeasure.
“ No, *szkoda czy nie. I heard it was the lucky shot of some wanna be hero.”
Harry scowled darkly. While Malfoy laughed and with an eloquent gesture of his arm pointed at Harry he said:
“There you go, lucky wanna be hero number one.”
Harry bit his tongue to keep from saying something that would surely result in getting him thrown out.

The strange teacher turned to him and her brown eyes studied him intensely, seeming to bore into his very soul, leaving him rather confused as she dismissed him with an uncaring “Nice.”
She turned back to the blond, kissed him again and with a pat to his ass, she walked up to the front of the room.

tbc

* unfortunately not