Goin' Home
By: Angelia
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did. Wouldn't that be nice for me? Oh well. J. K. does a far better job with them than I ever could.
Disclaimer Part II: Other people's songs. Not mine. I wish.
Summary: Draco left Harry to pursue his music career… Now he realizes that without Harry he isn't whole so… He's goin' home.
Author's Note: This is my first ever fic of any sort. I am usually just a reader, but this story and song just wouldn't leave me alone till I wrote it. I'm not sure how long it's going to end up, but we'll see. Please review and let me know what you think of my first attempt. Feel free to criticize, however flames will be ignored and filed directly into my circular filing cabinet. also known as the trash. Thanks everyone!
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He stands behind the curtain, His mind a thousand miles away. The chanting masses hidden behind the gracefully draped fabric want him. They want his voice to soothe their pain and make them peaceful again. But where's his peace? Why should he help them when he is in constant pain.
"Are you ready, Mate?" A voice interrupts his silent contemplation, he hides his irritation behind a peaceful façade and turns to the voices owner.
"I'm always ready Blaise. How bout the band? are they ready to go on?"
A single nod from Blaise and the man's peaceful façade breaks for only a second. The haunted silver-blue eyes fill with tears that only someone who's known him all his life could see.
"I'm going home Blaise. After this tour is over I'm done. I miss him." The man's quiet, almost broken voice makes Blaise shudder. It's almost completely unrecognizable from the sneering, sarcastic boy he used to know.
"Draco…" Blaise whispers his friend's name quietly. "It's about damn time. We've been on the road for three years now and we all want to go home."
Draco smirks, a ghost of his former self shining through for a moment, before he quietly whispers, "I'm goin' home. Back to the place where I belong."
The slytherin green curtain parts and the crowd goes crazy, chanting the name of Draco's band over and over. "Lightning…Lightning!" Draco smiles slightly, the first real smile he's let out for years, and bursts onto the stage. In his heart is a picture of his love, the one person who really knows him, his love. His Harry.
Whispering to himself before he starts to sing for the crowd, he smiles. "I'm coming home, Harry."
I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel is a different kind of pain.
Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from,
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this live I chose for me.
But these place and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, it makes true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong.
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all,
You just might get it all
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all, Yeah.
O well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong.
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
His Harry had always told him he had the voice of an angel. "It's what attracted me to you in the first place after all." Draco still remembers the first time Harry and He had a civil conversation.
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**Flashback**
Draco stood in an abandoned classroom. The Piano was charmed to play any song Draco cared to sing, and sing he did. Every song he could think of, be it Muggle or not. He loved music in all forms. His secret obsession, not even his parents knew how much he loved music. The music flowing from his throat was completely incongruous to the public face he presented.
"Oh, my love, my darlin' I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time"
Harry was walking through the halls, another nightmare sent by moldywort keeping him awake when he heard it, the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. It sounded so lonely, so… full of pain that he had to follow the sound of the music, entranced, until he came to a door in an unused hallway. He slipped under his invisibility cloak and moved silently into the room. As soon as he got the door closed he turned to see who that heavenly voice belonged to…
…Malfoy?!...
…No fucking way!...
In his complete shock he let his cloak slip just a bit and Draco noticed that someone was there with him. Whipping his wand out he pointed towards where the face would be on the disembodied pair of feet he could see.
"Who is that? and why the bloody hell are you watching me?"
"Don't panic, Sir. I was drawn by your music, but I will leave if you wish to be alone." Harry disguised his voice hoping that if Malfoy didn't recognize him that he might be permitted to stay and listen.
"Who are you? Come out from under that cloak."
"I'm not sure that is a good idea. If I were to do that then you would likely become very angry, and I'd much rather listen to your voice raised in song rather than insults in anger."
"And if I promise not to insult you without reason?"
"My identity alone is reason enough for you."
"I will not insult you, I only want to know who you are." Draco's curiosity was roused by this mysterious stranger.
Harry grinned under his cloak before responding. He was unable to explain why, but he found himself drawn to Malfoy when his snarky, sarcastic mask wasn't in place.
"I find myself oddly fearing your reaction to my face. Will you agree to give me a chance to become your friend without our public masks? Harry asked reluctantly conceding that he must remove the cloak if he wished to hear more.
"I will." Draco agreed easily, hoping above hope that the person behind the cloak and oddly formal comments was sincere.
Those two words changed the course of two young men's lives forever.
Harry emerged from beneath his cloak tense and ready for a violent reaction from the beautiful boy in front of him, only to be surprised as Draco responded with a softly exclaimed "Potter?"
His face began to form its customary sneer before he remembered his promise and let the mask drop. "If you tell anyone Potter…" He left the tail end of the threat hanging.
"I won't, I swear." Harry smiled bashfully before shocking Draco with a swift change of subject. "You have a beautiful voice, Malfoy."
"Thanks, Potter." A droll smirk was Draco's only visual response to the oddity of Harry Potter, The-bloody-boy-who-wouldn't-die's sincerity.
**End Flashback**
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From that day forward the two boys slowly became friends in private. It wasn't long before the friendship became more. Then the world found out…