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Charlie Weasley and his gay boyfriend have a... unique taste in music. That was Draco's first thought about the overall mix once they were halfway through only the second song.
He couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, but it was a far cry from the orchestral and choral pieces Draco was familiar with. This music was much simpler, more electronic, clearly Muggle, and much, much bolder.
Draco let Harry lead the cleanup, only taking on supplementary tasks like filling buckets and finding cleaning supplies. The upbeat nature of the music, especially the first song, seemed to be just the push Harry needed to get going. Draco couldn't help watching with a fond smile as Harry swayed to the beat of the music, taking his discarded clothes back to their proper places.
The seventh song in the list might as well have been a punch to the solar plexus. Draco tried desperately to ignore the piercing beats while searching for... he couldn't even be sure, anymore. Meanwhile, echoing throughout the flat like an outward manifestation of Draco's brain, was the voice of a man screaming.
"It's a- it's a- it's a.... It's a sin!"
...It had started rather interestingly, with a soaring melody that almost reminded Draco of church. And then the singing began, and Draco couldn't help but jerk to attention.
"When I look back upon my life, it's always with a sense of shame. I've always been the one to blame..."
That's... Well... Draco had never heard a song like this. It kind of sounds like me. Before he could think more on it, the song continued.
By the time they got to the hook, Draco felt as though he'd been hit in the head with a bludger. It's a sin.
...everything I've ever done, everything I ever do... it's a sin.
Draco, rather stupidly, sat completely still in front of the cleaning supplies, stunned. His hand twitched, and a shiver shot up his spine as he glanced towards the front door. He couldn't process much of the song beyond that, and the music devolved, in Draco's brain, into noise. Despite the nagging feeling he had to ensure his safety, he found himself unable to move, as though the force of his thoughts was keeping him stuck in place.
That is, at least, until the music melted away, leaving only the beat and the man's voice. He has stopped singing and begun speaking:
"Father, forgive me. I try not to do it. Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it. Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it.... I still don't understand."
Sinner. Abomination. Stain on the earth. There's a reason why God's Wrath was sent to kill you-
"It's a sin!"
You will never be forgiven. You will never have repented enough.
Stop it! Stop. What the Hell?! Hannah Abbott was acting of her own accord. I survived. I must have survived for a reason. I could have easily been the one who died that night. We both could have. All it would have taken was for me just to be a bit too slow... The fact that I let her die is a sin. The fact that I am not so upset about it is probably also a sin...
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Cicatrices- Marks That Remain
Fanfiction"Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy." Draco stopped, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. He thought of the scars on his left arm. He thought of the scars across his torso...
