Better than drugs- Skillet
Intoxicating. Draco kicked the nearest solid surface, which happened to be a ravenclaw first year. He was a drugee, just waiting for his next dose. Soft peach lips, mussed raven hair. How could he let it get this far?
Obsession. His mind wandered without permission to the smooth nape he could see in front of him, the tense muscles of his back. He let his eyes trail lower, to the slim hips and rounded backside of his delectable forbidden fruit. This was getting ridiculous.
Love story- Taylor Swift
Harry stared into the mercury orbs before him, flashing back to their history… The first time they met. So young, so innocent. He had been offered friendship, which Harry of course had denied. Fighting, rivalry, and then came fourth year…
Their forbidden love had only grown since then. He lived for the secret meetings, the stolen kisses. A secret midnight shag, a kiss in the broom closet. A shoulder to cry on. For who was there for him? Nobody. No one but this, his secret lover. He was expected to save them all and yet who would save him from himself?
Lips met before being ripped apart, both boys hearing the shocked gasps. Teachers and students alike… perhaps this classroom was not so unused after all.
You belong with me- Taylor Swift
Draco watched the redhead with disgust. Hanging all over Harry, rubbing her barely-there breasts on his Harrys arm. Yeah, that's right. HIS Harry. He knew she wasn't right for the raven haired boy, she would never see him as anything more or less than a hero.
But Draco saw so much more. He saw a lost lonely boy, who saved everyone but himself. He saw a boy who was so so strong, and yet Draco knew he cried himself to sleep. Everyone was so blind, to not see what they were doing to him.
Draco saw. And he whispered as he walked dejectedly away, "You belong with ME."
Teardrops on my guitar- Taylor Swift
There was something magical about the rain. Harry stood outside, watching the rain fall in torrents around him. He was already soaked to the bone, but he liked it that way. His clothes clung to him, showing every rib, the hipbones jutting out. He liked the rain best though, because nobody could see the tears coursing down his cheeks.
He knew it was stupid to love somebody so untouchable, but he just couldn't help it. Warm strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back into a hard chest. Somebody nuzzled his neck and a lock of platinum blonde hair fell over his shoulder.
A smile touched his pale pink lips. Maybe the rain really was magical.
I don't wanna be in love- Good charlotte
Harry shoved him away once again, leaving him standing in the middle of the darkened hall all alone. The only thing Draco was sure of at that moment was, 'Love really sucks'. And he was right. He knew it would hurt, but nobody told him it would feel like this.
Nobody said he would want to kill himself after being rejected. And the only thing he was sure of anymore, was that he really, really didn't want to be in love.