Summary: Draco had never known how amazing muggle music was until Potter had shown him.

I don't own Fall Out Boy (I promise I'm not Patrick Stump in disguise) or Hogwarts (I'm not Draco either). Those things remain to their rightful owners(?). I PROMISE This is my last drarry fic. I'm done with drarry. Retired. It's been a nice journey (obsession).

Draco Malfoy craned his neck to get a better look at the flimsy sheet of paper that had slid down his desk. An owl had rushed into his office minutes earlier and, in great urgency, hastily dropped a letter on his floor.

"Accio letter," Draco drawled. Part of his Auror training required him to learn wand less magic and, because of that ridiculous Potter, Draco had been wand less since his seventh year of schooling.

He smiled contentedly as the letter flew into his fingertips. Turning it over, he recognized Potter's seal immediately. Draco tore it open. Whatever Potter had written, it must have been important, seeing as his owl didn't linger around for a reply like it should have.

Malfoy,

I realize that addressing you with such unimportant matters my be just a tad inconvenient at the time, but this is really, really important.

Draco wrinkled his nose. Harry had just said that it was unimportant and now he was saying it was important? He needed to get his priorities straigt.

A small, thin, and circular...thing popped in his hands and Draco found himself in a rather confusing situation. What was he to do with his mysterious disc? Looking back at the note, he realized that he hadn't read all of it.

The weird thing in your hand is called a CD. Press the open button on the machine next to you and place it in the little slot that opens up. Then sit back and relax.

Ludicrous idea, Draco thought as he scanned his surrounding area for a machine.

Harry was nervous. Maybe Malfoy wouldn't like his idea, but he wanted to try it. Fall Out Boy always helped him calm his nerves.

And lord knows that Malfoy's nerves were always jumbled.

Maybe he should check in. You know, just to see what's going on. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.

Carefully, he was trying not to injure his knees (bloody quidditch), he lifted himself from his swivel chair and lumbered over to the intimidating office with the name, "DRACO MALFOY" plastered on the door.

"Malfoy," Harry poked his head in. "Did you like it?" Maybe he should have knocked. But as he looked further, he didn't see the blond anywh-no, there he was. Draco Malfoy was sprawled out on his couch (he got a couch? Talk about unfair!), white earphones in his ears. His hand bobbed up and down with the music and beside him lay the CD carrier (completely old school, but Malfoy didn't need to know that). "Malfoy?" he patted his shoulder, his door was swung shut. Instantly, the blond's eyes shot open and he sat upright.

"Potter," he slurred. "Whatreyou-hold up," he pressed several buttons before managing to find the "pause."

"Did you like it?" Harry was grinning now, well aware that his heart was pounding in his chest. Draco Malfoy on a sofa beneath him. He tried to banish the thought with a scowling recollection of Umbridge.

"It was gorgeous!" Draco stood and clasped Harry's shoulders. "The songs know exactly how I feel. I-I'm completely overwhelmed!" he leaned forward a little and kissed Harry, just a small peck. But a kiss nonetheless. He gave a devious smile and Harry's scandalized gasp.

Needless to say, the didn't leave the office for quite some time.

Constrictive criticism. I welcome it. This one is actually really short, but idk. Whatever. lalalala