Disclaimer: IF I OWNED HARRY POTTER AND EVERYTHING ELSE PERTAINING TO IT, DRARRY WOULD'VE GOTTEN TOGETHER AGES AGO. But they didn't. Harry's stuck with the ginger and Draco's stuck with Astoria. So, no. I don't own Harry Potter or anything else. They all belong to their rightful owners. :)
A/N: You can probably expect a lot more one-shot from me more often because I honestly don't even know what I'm doing with 'Invisible'.
Summary: Draco won't let Harry try out for the X-Factor. Looks like he went already though. Oops!
Warnings: Slashy slashy slash. Singer!Harry ...? lmao
"You're absolutely mental! Insane! What in the world made you think of that?" Draco shrieked.
"It'll only be for a few days—" Harry tried.
"A few days my arse. You're not going, and that final."
"Draco?"
"What?"
"You sound like my mother."
"I don't you even remember what your mother sounds like."
"Thanks," Harry drawled sarcastically.
"Hmph," and he stormed out of the flat.
"Where are you going?" the blonde questioned, eyeing the bag that Harry was carrying.
"Somewhere,"
"Put it back. You aren't going."
"But Dra—"
"Shut up. You're not going,"
"Harry?"
"Yes, love?"
"Why are you on the muggle telly?"
"Erm,"
"You used the time turner, didn't you?" the Slytherin narrowed his eyes. When Harry didn't reply, Draco lightly smacked the Gryffindor on the arm and asked, "When?"
"Last night while you were sleeping." Harry squeaked.
fin.