So… I've kinda hit a block in my Drarry Just Relax, but I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY close to finishing it, so I'm just gonna sit down and write the damn thing. But first I needed to get in the mood, so I thought I would try the Ten Song Shuffle Challenge-thing to try to get into the mood. And to make me get used to typing faster… XD Hope you enjoy!

P.S.: Tragedy and The Harold Song can go together. I hadn't really intended for them to, but that's just how it worked.

Ooh Ooh, Baby- Britney Spears

Harry watched Draco from across the Great Hall. It was hard not to- the other boy was just so… Irresistable. His motions were smooth, calculated, but still sexy. Everything his did was sexy.

It had first become a problem when Draco had bumped into Draco in the potions cubboard, and realized how much taller the other boy was. Not to mention the glimpses that he got in the Quiddich locker rooms…

Harry shivered, trying to divert his eyes and thoughts elsewhere. But he wanted to be on his hands and knees, letting Draco use him thoroughly, with dripping sweat and waves of pleasure…

Tragedy- Christina Perri

Harry sat on his bed, his face in his hands. He had tried. He had really tried. He had coached Draco on what to sat when they announced their relationship, how to act, how to bite his bloody tongue- but the bloody impossible man had ignored every word. Ron and Hermione had known, of course, and had been against it since the beginning.

An arrogant monster, Ron had said.

A foolhardy Deatheater, Hermione had insisted.

And Harry had defended him, encouraged him, loved him-

And Draco had proved them all right. Harry was done fighting- done trying to protect him from his friends' harsh words. Their relationship was never going to work, and this just proved it. That one word,Mudblood, had ruined everything so many times…

"Harry?" Draco's face was slightly hopeful. But Harry just turned away, and eventually, the footsteps retreated.

C U Next Tuesday- Ke$ha

Draco pulled on his robes slowly, trying to be quiet as much as he tried to prolong his stay. His entire body ached in that stretched, satisfied way that lingered after good sex. Amazing sex. Which was always the case when Harry was his partner.

But it never seemed to work- He would pass Harry at work, and the Brunette would ignore him. Always ignore him unless it was Tuesday. Tuesday- the day that Ginny had her doctor's appointments, and then spent the night at the Burrow to avoid too much apparition. Tuesdays, when he and Harry went to bed together and pretended that Harry was single.

He pretended that Harry was his.

Draco pulled on his other shoe and stood at the foot of the bed for a moment longer, watching Harry sleep. He always left before Harry woke up. After all, it was the sex the other man wanted, not the conversation.

He didn't want Draco.

Brown Eyes- Lady Gaga

Harry had fallen hard this time. His chest felt shrunken, like it had caved in after Ginny had stolen his heart.

It had been the perfect match. (So much better than that dreadful Draco had been.) His best friend's sister, a brilliant Quiddich player, a fellow war hero.

But that was just the thing- the war. He loved her more than anything, and was capable of taking care of her. Holding her close after her nightmares, whispering to her, stroking her hair while she cried. It was a side of her only he saw. The rest of them saw a partier. An addict. A girl who fell apart.

She used any drugs she could find to escape the hell inside her mind. To escape the pain. And when the drugs weren't enough, she turned to sex. Sex with anyone- which Harry learned the hard way.

So now, she was off with one of the dealers. Gone for good.

He wasn't sure when Draco arrived at his apartment. Only that there were strong arms holding him, a gentle voice whispering to him, and soft hands stroking his hair.

Harry choked on his sobs, and prayed to never become like her.

I Swear This Time I Mean It- Mayday Parade

Draco's head was in Harry's lap, the blonde fast asleep. The two of them were curled up in front of the fire, two of a very few who lingered during the holiday break.

Morning seemed so distant as Harry watched his lover sleep. When he was awake, Draco was always so politely abraisive, so adorably snobby. But in times like these, when he didn't have to defend himself against anyone who despised him, he was gentle. Quiet. Sweet, even.

But those times were rare.

Harry stroked the silky blonde strands, pushing them out of Draco's eyes. Amazing, how his view of one person could switch directions so fast. One minute he hated Draco's guts and then…. Well, this happened.

Harry smiled to himself. He wouldn't trade for the world.

The Harold Song- Ke$ha

Draco curled in on himself, tears rolling down his face.

The crowds were gone. The night had fallen. No one was left to judge him, so Draco felt he had every bloody right to cry. His fault, all his fault, always his fault. This time he might've driven Harry away for good.

It wasn't like he meant to. It was just the hate. Gleaming in the eyes of Harry's friends, of the people on the street, of Harry's almost-family, the Weasleys. His walls went up whenever he saw that sharp glimmer of it, that insatiable hate.

Now Harry hated him, too.

He would give anything to not be alone.

Outside, the streetlamp flickered and went dark. And Draco broke down again in fresh sobs.

Carol of the Bells- August Burns Red

Church bells tolled, and Harry ran faster. His cloak unfurled behind him as the Christmas wind took it prisoner, and Harry ran on, listening to the pursuers behind him gain ground.

He was starving, thin, freezing. But he ran further still, racing death in an inevitable dance once more.

Then white hands reached out of an alley and dragged him in, slapping over his mouth.

Harry was frozen as his followers thundered past. His eyes met Draco's.

"For the sake of what we had," the blonde whispered harshly.

Then he was gone.

Dirty Little Secret- All-American Rejects

Draco watched Harry from across the classroom, a small smile on his lips. From this angle, you could see a hickey on Harry's neck, one Draco himself had put there. But no one could know. That little love-bite had been the cause of quite a hissy-fit on Harry's part. Something about being seen in the Quittich showers. But Draco had only smiled and replied, "I'm the only one who should be seeing you in the shower, anyway.

It was an every-night ritual of theirs. Run into each other on some lonely castle corridor. Fight. Yell. Then Draco would take him, right then and there, just for the satisfaction of seeing Potter's eyes go wide and his mouth make that perfect, awed O.

It was so, so satisfying.

Hey Mama- Black Eyed Peas

There was something immensely sexy about watching Draco dance. His body moved in perfect tandem with the music, whether it was a waltz or a pulsating club beat. The fast ones were always best. His hips rolled, his feet swept the floor, and his eyes closed as he savored the music. It was voyeuristic of Harry to watch- or at least, it felt that way. But even though he danced like a girl, Draco commanded attention, demanded respect, and managed to dominate even in this effortless show of sensuality.

Harry had thought that he was going to be able to refuse the temptation of the wicked, dancing Draco.

Until he showed up in the leather pants.

Then he knew the blonde had won.

Hair- Ashley Tisdale

Harry wanted to get a haircut, but it simply wouldn't work.

Not for Draco, who loved making it messy in and out of the bedroom, and played with it annoyingly whenever he got the chance.

Not for Harry, who secretly liked it.

It had been a faucet of his that Draco had always focused on. First he had teased Harry about it when they were kids- mocked the unruly locks- and then, when they began dating, he ruffled it. Always ruffling it. Then they slept together for the first time, and Draco refused to let him brush is hair for hours afterwards.

"It's too sexy," the blonde would protest. "too damn sexy."

And Harry would put away the comb. Because at the end of the day, it felt good to be admired.

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Jester