'Things I'll Never Say' – Avril Lavigne
Harry was sitting amongst his friends and housemates, subtly throwing the occasional glances towards platinum blonde hair across the Great Hall. Keeping his own hair over his bright eyes to avoid suspicion, he spent a good ten minutes day dreaming about those silver eyes.
"Harry? Harry are you even listening to me?"
He mentally shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked over to his friend, "Sorry what did you say 'Mione?"
The brunette rolled her eyes at him, "I asked if you had heard anything from McGonagall about those odd dreams you're having?"
"Oh, right. No, I haven't heard back from her yet, she's really busy." He quickly dismissed the question, preferring not to talk about what he'd been seeing at night. And returned his gaze to the stoic blonde.
He thought back to when he was camping across Europe trying to find horcruxes and avoiding Death Eaters while everyone else fought for their lives in a war that truly was only meant for him. He was the reason Voldemort came back, it was his blood used in the ritual and in the end, he was the only one 'able' to kill the monster. But what really drew his focus, was the confusing dreams he'd been having since he ran from Bill and Fleur's wedding. His consciousness would jump through time, he would see the past, and what he could only assume was the future. There was always flashes of white and silver every time he moved to somewhere else. Each dream always had either himself, Draco Malfoy or both, and sometimes, they were even singing! He didn't understand what they could mean and when he'd told 'Mione and Ron about them they told him to talk to the Headmistress, thinking maybe she would know. But Harry felt rather reluctant to do so, he would be too embarrassed to reveal everything he'd seen in those dreams…
It wasn't very long ago that Harry had figured out he like men rather than women. After the war ended, he finally had time to properly explore his emotions without the weight of Voldemort's destruction sitting on his shoulders. Harry had been forced to carefully take Ginny aside and explain to her the discovery he'd made, wary of her reaction the young man had taken her up to the Room of Requirement so they could be alone.
Thankfully, Ginny hadn't been too upset. She had also had a realisation after the war, all the time she had been pining after 'The Boy Who Lived' as a young girl without even knowing him as a real person, and then when she'd finally gained his attentions Harry had run off for a year to take down the Dark Lord. In other words, Ginny had come to the conclusion, she was more attracted to the idea of him, and wasn't really in love with him. They parted ways as good friends.
As teachers and students alike ate their lunch happily, they were suddenly shaken out of the conversations. The whole Hall was shaking with the strength of a level 4 earthquake on the Richter Scale, the room and everything in it seemed to rattle. Several meals ended up on laps and the candles swung from the roof.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" Ron yelped once the shaking had stopped.
Everyone in the hall started panicking and some even shouted out in distress. A few students caught the attention of their housemates and teachers as they cried out in pain and stood up, it appeared as though it was against their will, several people near them asked what they were doing.
Music made it's way into the Great Hall and was soon accompanied with the students voices floating melodically through the air, confusing everyone else to no end.
"Da dada ah, da dada ah
Da dada ah, da dada ah
Ha dada da da, dadada da da"
All the students standing were singing aloud, they were all wearing expressions of fear and embarrassment. When suddenly, there was only one person to be heard in the Great Hall; Harry Potter.
"I'm tugging at my hair
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I'm staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head"
As each line was pulled from his mouth Harry was forced to do as it said, while looking very upset about what he was singing.
"Cause I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yeah"
At this point, Harry had cottoned on as to what he was really being made to express out loud, he was being forced to tell the entire school about his crush on one beautifully blonde Slytherin, his eyes widened when he realised that if this song was based on his own feelings, then he'd end up saying a plethora of things he really didn't want anyone else to know about, especially Draco.
"If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Guess I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say"
A pause is the song came and Harry's voice suddenly went back to normal as he cried to his friends, "Help me, what's wrong with me? I can't sto–" and he quickly cut himself off and more words were torn from his throat, his voice cracking as he strained his untrained, unprepared vocal chords to reach the appropriate notes.
Everyone in the Great Hall took a moment to process what their Saviour had just told them, he wanted to marry someone, but who?
"It don't do me any good
It's just a waste of time
What use is it to you
What's on my mind
If it ain't coming out
We're not going anywhere
So why can't I just tell you that I care"
Harry's legs started walking on their own towards the one he spent so long thinking about, the one he could never have anywhere but in his dreams. As he moved closer to the Slytherin table many eyes widened even further 'Harry Potter was in love with a Slytherin?!' When Harry reached it he turned to walk down the side to the last person anyone would expect the Golden Boy to have fallen for, the Slytherin Prince himself.
"Cause I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yeah
If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Guess I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say"
Tears of pain and humiliation were leaking from glossy emeralds down his porcelain face, soaking his dark grey Hogwarts jumper. The longer the song went on the more humiliated he felt. 'Will this song never end?' He could see that Draco knew that Harry was singing about/to him, his eyes widened slightly each time he sang the word 'marry' it seemed that the Malfoy heir was surprised at how deeply Harry's feelings went. He had already suspected that the 'Man Who Conquered' had a small crush on him 'I mean who wouldn't?' but he hadn't realised it could have been anything more than a physical attraction.
"What's wrong with my tongue
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble
Like I've got nothing to say"
The students who had sung with Harry at the beginning of this entire mess, started to sing backup to his 'lead' vocals.
"Cause I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yeah
Da dada ah, da dada ah
Da dada ah, da dada ah
Ha dada da da, dadada da da
Da dada ah, da dada ah
Ha dada da da, dadada da da"
Guess I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say
"If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you...away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Guess, I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say
These things I'll never say"
As soon as he was released from the invisible grip holding him in place, Harry ran from the Great Hall his tears flowing freely and the doors slammed loudly behind him. Leaving the rest of the school in stunned silence.
A/N; Hello lovely people of the internet, I just want to quickly thank the wonderful authors who inspired this fan fiction's creation, 'Musical Maladies' by Wings of Fancy and 'Mr. Know It All' by St3phP33l, both of whom I love, adore and respect an awful lot and I recommend looking at their work.