Let Me Love You
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy woke with the bitter taste of alcohol in his mouth, accompanied by a searing headache that only threatened to get worse.
He could hear the distant cries of his fans through his partially open windows and sighed.
His trademark superior smirk spread across his lips as he made out his name in the frenzied chants that reached his ears rising in volume.
He was one of the most popular and sought after solo artists is the history of both muggle and wizard music.
Everyone worshipped him, wanted to be him and wanted to meet him. But it all compensated for nothing at the end of the day, he still felt the piercing emptiness that even plagued him in the deepest recess of sleep.
Even at the top it was lonely.
Just as he was contemplating how long he had before he had to get up his manager Patricia Palmer ushered into the room all sunshine and smiles as usual.
"Ah you're awake Malfoy excellent" she mused glancing at his still sleepy form rumbled in bed.
She walked over to the window and opened the draped letting the blinding sun into the room.
Draco grimaced and squinted at the tiny woman now stood at the foot of his bed in an irritatingly happy mood.
"Well I bloody well am now" he grumbled.
She merely laughed totally unfazed by his sourly temper, she had come across it before and was very well adjusted.
"You have three hours before your concert begins" she stated before breezing out the room.
"Yeah yeah" he grumbled swinging his feet down towards the floor, standing her cursed when the room spun and took a second to adjust.
Sighing he walked into the bathroom quietly closing the door behind him.
Half an hour later he emerged in a cloud of steam feeling better and groomed to perfection donned in a pair of black boxer shorts, the colour contrasting greatly with the paleness of his alabaster skin.
Pulling on his black jeans and pale grey shirt he felt the first inklings of the adrenaline pump through his veins.
He always felt like this exhilarated almost before his concert was due to begin.
All his troubles just melted away whenever he sung his songs, his voice wrapped itself around the senses and made you go wild.
Checking his appearance again he grinned in a very un-Malfoy like manner and headed out of his room.
Patricia would have already left; she had to sort out the dressing room arrangements in the Grand Wizards Hall where he would be performing his concert.
Closing his door behind him he exited the house and made his way to the limousine parked just outside the gates.
Sinking gracefully into the plush seats he tried to concentrate on his concert, tried to empty his mind.
But deep in his consciousness he knew better, to everyone he seemed happy and content with the name that he had made for himself.
To them he was happy and he had everything, but he was the only one who knew the truth.
They were wrong.
Each note sounded perfect, his voice reaching fever pitch and the crowd went wild. He loved this; each wave of cheers that rolled over him caused his flesh to come out in the excitement of goose pimples.
He hit his last note to a wave of applause the last drum beats coming to a halt.
"Thank you and goodnight" the silver-blonde haired singer shouted his grey eyes scanning the crowd. He thought he caught a glimpse of familiar green eyes beneath wavy brown hair, he blinked and the image was gone.
Heading backstage he signed a barrage of autographs before closing the doors safely behind him in the dressing room.
Since graduating from Hogwarts he had pursued a career in music, but he never thought he would rise so far.
"Mr. Malfoy" a grim voice sounded from behind the closed doors, sighing Draco opened the doors and came face to face with his uncle Severus Snape.
"Severus" he greeted grinning lightly and he stepped aside to let his uncle in.
"Draco" Severus greeted warmly the potions professor offering an uncharacteristic smile.
"How are things at Hogwarts" Draco asked sinking with very Malfoy-like grace into the chair on one side of the room gesturing for Severus to sit in the other.
"As always it is very hectic" Severus replied his expression back to its usual trademark grimness.
"More students seem to be enrolling since we have Mr. Potter employed in our ranks" he added and Draco felt his hackles and his temper rise at the mention of his old rival's name.
"You mean Potter's working at Hogwarts" Draco sneered
"So what job does he have? Is he a janitor?" he laughed lightly and Severus couldn't help chuckling at the thought.
Sobering Severus offered Draco a knowing look
"Actually he's our defense against the dark arts professor" he clarified and Draco couldn't help the look of astonishment that crossed his face.
"Potter teaches defense against the dark arts" he asked still finding it difficult to picture Harry in that roll.
But what other job would the boy who lived have than the most extravagant in the school, and he had to admit that Harry was good when it came to defense.
"Yes" Severus confirmed fiddling with a rolled up piece of parchment in his hands.
"But that isn't why I'm here"
"Oh" Draco said instantly sitting up straighter his grey eyes narrowing.
"Then what do you want then?" he questioned years of practice always had him thinking the worst, but then with a father like his this was to expected.
"To bring you this" Severus said holding out the piece of parchment to Draco.
Draco eyed it for a moment then took it placing it on the table.
"It's the Hogwarts reunion in three weeks" Severus stated at Draco's confused look.
"Since I was local I decided that I would deliver yours personally" he smiled slightly something that not many people had had the opportunity to see.
"Well I must be on my way" Severus said rising to his feet.
"Take care Malfoy and I will see you at the reunion" and with those and his parting words he left the room.
Draco sank further back into his chair eyeing the parchment.
A school reunion, he wondered what everyone had done with themselves, wondered what they would all think of his new found fame.
As a Malfoy his status had already been high, but now he surpassed even his father in status and power alone.
His Wizarding powers however had not diminished over time; he hadn't let greed and his new found fame corrupt his.
His senses and his magic were still as keen as ever.
A small smile etched on his lips spreading to a grin, it would be good to show all the people who had doubted him just how far he had come.
Especially Potter.
Out of everyone Draco was most anxious to show Potter that he didn't need a scar to become well known, he had done it on his own without the help of a legendary dark wizard.
He could imagine the look Potter would give him for that remark.
Draco sighed, that wasn't the only reason he wanted to see Potter he had other things on his mind when it came to the boy who lived.
But Draco would never admit this, he was much too proud.
He was a Malfoy after all and pride was his biggest and only problem.
Harry Potter sighed as he finished his final piece of paper work; he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, his contact lenses stinging slightly. The lenses were more efficient since his glasses had a nasty habit of falling down his nose.
But he had to admit as always he was exhausted.
His lessons seemed to take a lot of energy out of his, which was spring since he was the only professor that seemed to suffer from this exhaustion and he was the youngest member of the faculty.
He went to drink from his cup and grimaced when the now cold liquid touched his lips.
"Inferno" he mumbled and pointed his want at the cup, the liquid instantly began to steam with heat.
Taking a grateful sip of the hot liquid Harry sat back in his leather chair and let the warmth seep through him.
He cast his eyes around the silent empty classroom, he loved this place. In all the years of his life Hogwarts had been the only place that had ever really felt like home.
He'd been so sad when he had graduated, he'd longed for a way to stay. Never in his wildest dreams imagining they would offer him a job as a professor.
All the students were awed by him, he chuckled lightly I mean how many people could say that they had been taught by the famous Harry Potter.
The boy who lived.
He grinned, when you thought about it the way the students acted was rather funny. But the star-eyed admiration and hero worship was now beginning to wear a little thin on Harry.
His thoughts drifted back to the good old days when he himself had been a young student at Hogwarts.
Star Quiditch player, one of the top students (finally), school hero and rival of Draco Malfoy.
His grin had widened only to now freeze in place before dropping from his face all together.
Oh yes they had been rivals, but it wasn't the memory of their rivalry that stuck in Harry's mind oh no, the memory that suddenly sprung to life was of something quite different.
Flashback
"You just love it don't you Potter, you have to be the centre of attention" Draco seethed grey eyes meeting Harry's defiant green ones.
Grabbing Harry by the collar he shoved him up against the wall sneering at him in disgust.
"Saint Potter, never able to do wrong always the bloody hero" he continued scornfully pushing his face up close to Harry's and watching in blinding fascination as his jade orbs dilated.
Draco narrowed his own eyes, the steely grey turning the colour of mercury as though his gaze had become molten in its heat.
Reaching up with his free hand he trailed light fingers down Harry's jaw line and Harry could feel his breath hitch in his throat and his heart pick up an unwanted pace.
Draco looked at his hand with a sort of bewildered detached look as though the hand was not his own.
"Damn you Potter" he whispered softly before crushing his lips to Harry's in a passionate Kiss.
End Flashback
Harry jerked out of his thoughts, not really wanting to dwell on them any longer. He'd let them wonder down that road before.
Afterwards Draco had pulled back and shoved Harry away from him in shock spitting angry curse words at him shaking his head before finally stalking away from the room.
Leaving a very shocked and dazed Harry to do nothing but watch his rivals departing back.
Needless to say the incident was never discussed or spoke of and Harry and Draco were never alone in each others company again.
But at time like now Harry would ponder about that kiss, and every time he pondered his brain would always come up with the same one question every time.
Why had Malfoy kissed him?
Every time Harry wracked his brains he could never seem to come up with a suitable answer.
There just wasn't one there, not a plausible one anyway.
His thoughts then drifted to the Hogwarts school reunion only three weeks away.
He wondered if Malfoy would put in an appearance then scoffed; of course he would if only to show off his new lavish lifestyle.
Harry had to silently admit though that he was a fan of Malfoy's music the lyrics he sung and wrote himself sometimes touching Harry in a deep place inside.
Not that he would admit that to Malfoy, he'd sooner die than give the arrogant prat anything to be smug about.
He'd been to one of his recent concerts though; he'd apparated there after his last lesson had ended.
Draco had changed in physique he had conceded; he still looked pretty much the same with his silver-blonde hair and grey eyes, but his once scrawny body had now broadened out to present a taller, well defined and muscular picture.
Apparently he frequented the gym quite often or so the papers told.
Harry had left though not long after not wanting to be spotted then recognized by his trademark scar.
Rising to his feet he yawned he really was going to have to go to bed.
Gathering up his books and parchments in one hand he gripped his wand in one hand and whispered nox and the room instantly plunged into darkness illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon.
Moving towards the door Harry's thoughts were now solely fixed on his warm bed, and the fact he would be sleeping in it alone!
Okies my first Harry/Draco fic - Do you like? Loath? Please review and I will have more up for you as soon as I can!