Song of the Sea

chapter 2

Harry groaned as he stretched his body the next morning, working out the kinks and aches from tossing and turning all night. Once again, his sleep had been plagued with nightmares. However, this time was strangely different, because he wasn't as scared as he usually was. He could hear a distant sound that calmed him, like a song caressing the back of his mind; tickling, whispering, calming his nerves. He had wanted to melt into that voice, wrap it around himself like a cozy blanket. He hadn't wanted to wake up, but the growl of his belly, and the pressure in his bladder told him it was time to take on the day.

Harry didn't bother to throw a shirt on as he grabbed his towel and a change of clothes and padded to the bathroom to take a quick shower before breakfast; considering it was so early, no one else was likely to be awake in his dorm yet. Of course he hadn't bothered to look. What he hadn’t been expecting this early in the morning, was for the showers to be clouded with steam as someone was already inside, taking what seemed to be a boiling hot shower. Harry peaked around the corner by the shower stalls and caught Malfoy mid-wank. His head thrown back while his hand pumped up and down his shaft, a moan whispering passed his lips. Harry froze and stifled a gasp. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight as he watched and he found it was difficult to swallow as his throat had gone dry. Malfoy was beautiful like this, completely unguarded.

Harry decided to skip a shower, and retreated quietly back to the rooms. He dressed and scurried out to the common rooms, making his way to the great hall for breakfast; fighting down the blush that threatened to creep up his face.

"Harry!" He was pulled from his thoughts once again, by Hermione, as she waved him down, making a space for him at the Gryffindor table. Harry sat down, smiling at her as she began a lecture about how they needed to study more this year and focus less on sports and adventures and what not; like he had any choice in the events that had happened in their first seven years at this school. It's not like he had wanted to be hunted down by a mad man for his whole life. His only plan this year was to focus on his studies. He wasn't planning on getting side tracked by anything this year. He wasn't going to let anything stand in his way.

HPDM

Draco walked into the great hall for breakfast, his head throbbing dully. There were so many auras in this school that it made it hard to concentrate. He had tried everything, squinting, massaging his temples, closing his eyes; everything. Maybe he could go to Severus for a headache potion later. If anyone could get rid of this ache, his godfather could. Maybe he could make the colors go away, or explain to him why he could see them in the first place.

He knew he wasn't a normal pureblood wizard anymore. Hell, he wasn't even fully human anymore, but this couldn't possibly be his new normal, he would never be able to get used to all the colors. Draco sat down at the end of the Slytherin table, next to Blaise and looked up from the breakfast feast only to catch sight of the most beautiful set of swirling colors he had ever seen. A deep emerald curling around a shining gold, dancing around each other, mesmerizing Draco. When he looked closer to see who those colors belonged to however, he choked on his pumpkin juice. Of course it would be Harry f*****g Potter. Draco hung his head and groaned aloud, catching the attention of his best friend, Zabini.

"You alright there Draco, old pal? You're looking a little green around the gills," Blaise asked, grinning at his own joke. Mother had insisted on someone having his back at school, other than Severus, so, naturally, Blaise knew Dracos deepest darkest secret. In return, Draco knew his.

"I'm fine, Blaise, thank you" Draco said, rolling his eyes.

Blaise smirked at him as he followed Draco’s gaze. "See something you like?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at him in a suggestive manner. Draco slugged him in the arm and Blaise just laughed.

"Jokes aside, Draco, you look pale. Do you need to visit the lake tonight? I could get some gillyweed from Snape and accompany you. You know he ordered extra just for that purpose" Blaise said.

Draco sighed, but nodded. He did need to visit the black lake after all, he was feeling a little dry, no matter how often he showered.

It seemed as though Severus had read their minds, because when he came by to handout their class schedules, he discreetly handed Blaise a pouch that had the aforementioned gillyweed in it. Blaise just nodded at the professor and Draco shrugged when Snape looked at him questioningly. The potions master hummed at him in displeasure, but walked on.

"Well, it looks like even Snape thinks you look like s**t, Dray. Come on, let's get classes over with so you can take a dip. We can go right after dinner. Besides, we have double potions with the lions this morning, you'll have plenty to think about '' Blaise wiggled his eyebrows again.

"You're one to talk, you can't ever keep your eyes off a certain Gryff yourself, there Zabini, '' Draco scoffs. Blaise mock gasps, holding a hand to his chest in mock indignation. Draco gently cuffs him on the back of the head as he gets up from the table and heads out of the great hall.

HPDM

Harry watched as Draco left the great hall with Zabini, still reeling from what he had caught the other boy doing earlier. He had noticed that he had double potions with him that morning too, so he was gonna have to deal with what he had seen and how it had affected him, while in the presence of the very person he didn't want to think about that day. He couldn't get the image out of his head; the water glistening, gliding down his body, slick with soap and suds, the way he moved and moaned.

Harry had to shake his head to clear it and shifted uncomfortably to make the tightness in his trousers a little more bearable. There was no way he would be able to leave for classes yet; not with the tenting in his pants. He tried to think of unattractive things, anything to get his mind off it. He couldn't go to class like this, especially not potions. Snape would never let him live it down. He would tease him to the end of eternity!

“Oi, mate, where the hell were you this morning? I thought we were gonna walk down to breakfast together?! You left me alone with the ferret! I couldn't even shower. He had the nerve to come out of the bathroom in just a towel, while whistling. Whistling, Harry! My eyes still burn from having to look at his bare chest, man. Don't do that to me again!" Ron whinged.

Harry chuckled, and sighed with relief. With Ron’s arrival, he was able to calm his thoughts and just think about the school day ahead.