Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the lyrics to the songs.

Summary: This is a one-shot that came to me at about midnight last night while I was listening to the song 'Crawling Back To You' by the Backstreet Boys, and which I then wrote on the train ride into uni today. This rush should explain any hint of it being utter rubbish, if you think it is… but I hope you don't. This is Draco/Harry slash – if you are still too immature to read that kind of thing, get over it and then come back and read this story! This is my first story so comments and constructive criticism will be loved! Flames… not so much.

Crawling Back To You

Draco hesitated outside Harry's apartment. He had forced himself to walk up those familiar steps, even though his brain was screaming at him to turn around and walk away. After all, a Malfoy does not grovel.

He knocked on the door. No answer. Relief flooded through him. Maybe he wouldn't have to grovel just yet.

'Still, that is weird', thought Draco. 'Harry always goes straight home after Quidditch. He loves relaxing in front of the fire rather than going out for a drink with the team. He must know it's me and is ignoring me – he was pretty pissed off when he left the pitch today.' Harry had apparated home immediately after the game instead of staying to shower in the team change rooms.

Draco knocked again. This time, he heard a noise behind the door.

"What?" growled Harry, standing just out of Draco's reach behind the closed door, refusing to open up. Draco decided to push all his pride aside and grovel. He began to sing…

"Baby here I am, banging on your front door. My pride's spilled on the floor. My hands and knees are bruised and I'm crawling back to you, begging for a second chance. Are you gonna let me in? I'm crawling back to you."

There was no noise coming from behind the door now, but Draco knew Harry had heard every word. He threw caution to the wind and continued…

"I know you're in there. You can make me wait, but I'm not going away. It's the least that I can do, just to tell you face to face. I'm dying in this hell. Harry, I know you're mad, I can't blame you for being mad. But baby here I am."

Draco waited, holding his breath. After what seemed an interminably long time, the door inched open and Draco glimpsed his boyfriend's face through the crack. He was smiling.

"Draco, that really wasn't necessary. I'm not mad." Draco fumed. What? He had just sacrificed his Malfoy pride – needlessly!

"Well, I was mad, but I'm not now. You have a lovely singing voice, my dear. Draco glowered, not sure whether Harry was joking or not. Harry continued, in a more serious voice, "You know, I just couldn't beat you this time. You won, fair and square. For the first time ever, you caught the snitch before me."

Draco replied, "Harry I would lose every game on purpose, as long as I never lose you." Harry's face broke into a beautiful smile that made Draco weak. "Well if that's the case, I believe you deserve a prize for finally beating me," he said with a cheeky grin, yanking Draco inside the apartment.

When Draco left, much, much later, he was flushed and grinning, and… singing. "I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart…"

A/N: 'Crawling Back To You' lyrics © Backstreet Boys, 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' lyrics © The Darkness. Thankyou guys! And yes I mutilated the songs a bit and made them suit my story – so sue me!