Teardrops on My Guitar

AN: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the song. It belongs to Taylor Swift and the writer

And whatnot.

Oh, I changed the words some to fit the story. This is yaoi, but only on the lime scale I suppose.

Enjoy.

"English."

"Singing."

Thoughts.

:Parseltongue:

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Harry Potter sat on the large window sill bench. He stared through the glass past the grounds of Hogwarts. He had lost track of how long he had been there.

In front of him on the bench cushion sat a bad of paper and a ball point pen, quills were just a hassle. The page the pad was on was filled with quickly scribbled words, some scratched out and some underlined.

Harry sighed, as he gently strummed long thin fingers over the strings of the acoustic guitar resting on his lap. He glanced out the window again and caught his reflection.

He smirked darkly. He had changed much since his days as a student at Hogwarts, he was a student no longer. He was a Professor now, and a Master of Defense Against the Dark Arts and –would you believe it- he was a Potions Master as well, all at the tender age of twenty-five.

His appearance was rough. Harry wore a pair of faded and torn blue jeans that had seen better days, they were loose and comfortable. He wore an unbuttoned polo shirt, revealing a lean strong well muscled core, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His emerald eyes were dull and his strong jaw had the look of being unshaved for many days. His long raven colored hair was drawn back in loose tail that fell between his shoulder blades and loose strands fell framing his stunning face.

Harry grumbled and shifted his right foot against the hardwood floor of his bedroom. He was getting irritated with finding the right words to the melody he had. He strummed the strings of his guitar again.

No one knew of his little hobby, it was a secret, not even the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio knew. Harry smirked and shook his head, what would they think?

Dark eyes flickered within the depths of Harry's memories. He suppressed a shudder. Those eyes, and the rest of what belonged to that being, were what had Harry at a loss for words.

He growled low in his throat, a noise so primal it would have had any woman, or man, immediately aroused and ready to pounce the emerald eyed Boy-Turned-Man-Who-Lived.

Harry sighed and began to play the melody that had been tormenting him. It was soft and haunting and soothing and grating and heartbreaking and everything an amazing melody needed to be.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes as he played the melody over and over again. Then as he imagined those eyes and those lips and those long, thin, pale and oddly strong fingers, words began to flow to his mind.

"Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see

That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be

I'll be he's beautiful, that guy he talks about

And he's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh because it's so damn funny

That I can't even see anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right

I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?

And there he goes, so perfectly

The kind of flawless I wish I could be

He better hold him tight, give him all his love

Look in those beautiful eyes and know he's lucky cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light

I'll put his picture down and maybe

get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

He's the time taken up, but there's never enough

And he's all I need to fall into…

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see."

Harry took a deep shuddering breath as the melody came to a slow stop. He froze when he felt a water droplet hit his hand. He glanced down at his hand before noticing the droplets on his chest, hands, and guitar, and the damp spots on his shirt and jeans.

Harry lifted his hands and gently brushed at his cheek and drew his fingers away, revealing more tears. He hadn't even realized he had been crying. Was he really that far deep?

Harry froze when he felt a presence at his side. He jerked forward and had his wand out in an instant. Emerald eyes met dark, onyx eyes. "Severus?" His breath came out in a soft rush of pain and uncertainty. "How long have you been there?"

Severus Snape, Potions Master, stared at the tip of Harry's wand. The chosen one, realizing what he was doing, quickly shoved the wand into the holster that was forever attached to his left side. "Long enough."

Harry turned away and with a wave of his hand the words to the song were written on a fresh page of the pad and the pad and guitar disappeared into their respective hiding spots. He crossed his arms before his chest and turned to face Severus, his mask back in place. "Can I help you?"

Severus stared down at the younger man, unable to voice the thousands of questions racing through his mind. "That song." He saw Harry's eyes flicker darkly and knew that perhaps it had been a mistake to remain.

Bur how could he not? The voice of the suffering siren had lured him in and had kept him enthralled. Severus didn't know how the brat had managed it, to get under his skin as he had.

Severus had found himself becoming attached to the younger man, first as a fellow warrior, then as a friend, and then he had found himself falling in love with him. Yes, he –the snarky, greasy git of a bat- was in love with Harry Potter, the Chosen One –he knew how much Harry detested that title.

"What about it?" Harry eyeballed Severus as his heart gave a painful squeeze. He had fallen in love with the beautiful man, yes beautiful.

Severus was tall and lean with strong corded muscle. His hair was no longer greasy, but as soft as the finest silk, Harry had convinced the man to go with muggle shampoo and condition –who'd a thunk it. His hair was longer now and drawn back in a braid that fell almost to his waist and his skin wasn't sickly pale but pale like smooth alabaster, a color that wouldn't leave no matter how much sun he got –much to his chagrin.

"Is it true?" Severus mentally slapped his forehead. Idiot! What kind of question is that?!

Harry scowled slightly and turned away again, to face the window. "Why?"

"Who is this Drew fellow?" Severus asked, and he couldn't completely stop the slight slip of jealousy into his voice.

Harry blinked at the strange emotion in Severus' voice. He couldn't quite place it but… Is he jealous?

"It's just a name. It fit the flow of the song." Harry shrugged and turned to face the man who he had once thought he hated. Ah, irony. How I doth love thee!

Severus quirked a brow and gave his infamous sneer, which had no affect what-so-ever on the emerald eyed man any longer. "How quaint."

Harry scowled again. "Severus, if you came here just to mock my singing ability –or lack there of- you can turn and leave right now. I'm not in the mood."

Severus had a hard time not gaping liker a goldfish at the younger male. "You…you don't think you can sing?"

"I know I can't."

This time Severus really did gape at Harry. He was speechless, for all of a few seconds –can't keep a Slytherin down! "You're joking right?"

"No." Harry mimicked Severus' earlier eyebrow action.

"You can sing." Severus stated firmly and snorted at Harry's disbelieving look. "You have the voice of a siren." His tone left no room for argument.

"I don't know if that's a compliment or not." Harry's other brow had joined the first at his hair line.

"It's a compliment." Severus conceded darkly.

"Of course it is." Harry rolled his eyes and shifted to stare out the window again.

"Damn it Potter!" Severus strode forward and grabbed Harry's arm, he jerked him around so the stood face to face –even though Harry had to look up to see look the elder man in the eye.

"I thought we were past that, Severus!" Harry's emerald eyes flickered dangerously and the Potion's Master knew he was walking a tight robe.

"Harry." Severus' voice came out a soft hiss and the younger man's eyes softened some. "Why can't you just believe in yourself for once?"

Harry shifted his face away. "Because no one else believes in me."

Severus was floored. Using gentle fingers he guided Harry's face back towards him. Their eyes met just as the older man dipped his head and their lips brushed softly. Severus drew back and both were shocked. "I believe in you." Severus' voice was soft and husky.

Harry shivered and his mind reeled. He remained silent and unmoving.

Severus, thinking he was being rejected, began to flee the room.

Harry latched on to Severus' arm with a strong hand. He jerked the older man around and grabbed his face and brought their lips crashing together.

They both drew back, breathing heavy. "Harry-"

"It was you."

"What?" Severus' brows knit together in his confusion.

"Drew was you." Harry looked ashamed before Severus took his face and placed a tender kiss on willing lips.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Severus whispered shocked.

"No." Severus drew back stung and Harry latched on to him for dear life. "I know it. I know you're beautiful."

"Harry." Severus breathed out. He wrapped his strong arms around the young man and held him close. "I-" The words froze on his lips and he swallowed thickly before continuing. "I love you."

Harry stiffened before shifting large wide eyes to look up at Severus. "Love?"

Severus nodded slowly and found himself praying like he never had, not even when Voldy had discovered him as a spy. Oh god, let him love me back. Let him be mine, oh god, I know I don't deserve him, but please.

A beautiful smile crept its way across Harry's face, bringing the life back to his emerald eyes. "I love you too."

"Love?" Severus whispered, shell shocked.

"Yes." Harry's smile only grew. "Love."

"Drew looks at me, and I smile so that he can see…

That I want and I need everything we're trying to be…"

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