A/N: Giant thanks and all credit for this idea to hevaann!

Hevaann's instructions:

"Okay, this is the challenge:

I set my mp3 on shuffle,

Using the title of the song as a prompt I write a drabble

I only have the length of the song in question to complete it…"

Here goes my first attempt!

I Want It All – Queen

Draco stared in Harry's direction longingly. Why do I care, he wondered again. Why should I want to talk to him? Why should I want to know him? Why should I want him to want the same? Draco continued his deadpan stare at the back of Harry's head until the end of class. At Snape's release, Harry stood and hurried out of the room. Draco made to go after him when Pansy caught his arm and swung him around to look at her. Glaring angrily into her smug face, Draco answered his questions: It must be because I want it all and because Harry happens to be all I want.

Wearing the Inside Out – Pink Floyd

(Draco's perspective)

I bare my red-stained sleeves to you –

Only to you, love, no one besides.

The honor is only yours;

What I need within you resides.

I tell no one my heart

I shed no one a tear

You clean up my wounds

As I tremble in fear

But only to you, love,

And you don't even know…

I feel more than I share

And care more than I show.

But done with hiding, now

You can see all I possess

I'll bare you my all

For your words to caress

My inside spills out

My depths brought to you

I'll bring it all forth

For your love must be true.

Little Child – The Beatles

"You are so immature!" Harry stormed down the deserted hall.

"But you need someone to unclench that stiff mind of yours…" Draco trailed behind him, a smirk on his face. "Race you!"

Delilah – Queen

(Draco's perspective)

Be my fleur de lis

I need your hand in mine.

You alone bring me joy

You can make me feel fine.

You who laughs all the time

Can make me happy, too

You know I need a smile

You alone always knew.

You make me so mad,

But never for long.

You take my breath away

Even though it's so wrong…

Why Didn't Rosemary? – Deep Purple

(Harry's perspective)

Why does he always smirk like that? It doesn't suit his face. He thinks it does… he thinks it makes him look alluring. Ha, that's silly. I've seen doorknobs more alluring. Why didn't I tell him that before the face stuck? Oh, right, I did. Guess we're both stuck with it. At least I never have to worry about someone else coming between us… unless that someone wants to know how much bleach not to use. Why didn't I marry Ginny? Oh, yeah… That bleached-out smirking idiot stole my heart.