Okay, so this is just a small chapter fic I had an idea to do-each chapter is based on a song by a different artist-they are all country songs because that's what I grew up listening to, so no complaining! It's all very PG until the fourth chapter, but at that point be on the lookout for smut! Hope you enjoy!
Inspired by the song "Easy" by Rascal Flatts
It was December 31, New Year's Eve, and Harry Potter was standing in the gardens of the Malfoy Manor waiting for his lover; he had been circulating at the party all evening, but now it was almost midnight and he didn't want to be surrounded by all those people who wanted something from him just because he was Harry Potter.
"Hey Luv," the voice had Harry turning with a smile on his face to accept the chaste kiss pressed to his lips by none other than Draco Malfoy. "These are for you," Draco handed him a bouquet of silver roses that sparkled in the moonlight, prompting a slight blush on the raven-haired boy's face.
The boys had been out of school for three years now, and dating for a year and a half; after the Battle of Hogwarts Harry had returned Draco's wand to him, and the blonde had apologized for his actions over the years, asking for a truce. It was rough going at first, learning to trust someone you had been fighting with since the age of eleven, but eventually the boys had become firm friends, and finally lovers; the hardest part had been getting Ron to see that Draco had changed because the redhead had wanted to hold onto the family feud, be had had come around eventually as well.
"Hi Dray," Harry replied softly, "I didn't expect you out here so soon; it's still ten minutes before midnight."
"Well, I just wanted to have more time to ourselves," Draco replied, smirking slightly as he pulled the brunette closer, "I shared you with everyone else all night, so I think I deserve to have you all to myself, don't you?" Harry laughed softly and shook his head before pressing a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth, pouting slightly when the blonde pulled away. "Come on," Draco tugged on his hand, pulling him further into the garden, "Let's go to the gazebo." Harry followed willingly, eager to leave all the noise and confusion of the party behind.
Draco led Harry to a private garden at the back of the grounds, cultivated by the House Elves to his specifications; the garden was intimate, with a multitude of different roses and flowering vines that brightened it up during the day, but it was at night when it looked it's most spectacular for Draco had filled the garden with rare night-blooming flowers only found in the wizarding world. These flowers actually glowed in the moonlight, in shades of pink, purple, blue, red and any other color that you could imagine. The gazebo sat in the middle of the garden, pale and silvery in the moonlight with benches lining the inside and cushioned with dark blue pillows. Draco directed Harry to sit on one of the benches, before taking a seat next to him, keeping Harry's hand tight in his own.
"Harry, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about," Draco began hesitantly, "The past year with you has been…indescribable. When we were in school I never imagined that we would be friends, let alone in a relationship, but it feels so right that now I can't imagine it any other way." As Draco spoke Harry felt his heart beat speed up, and he had a panicky feeling in his chest. "Harry Potter…Harry…I love you more than I ever thought possible, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
The panicky feeling in Harry's chest grew until it was all that he could feel; this had to be a trick! Draco Malfoy proposing to him? Sure, they had been dating for over a year, but getting married? It was too soon, right? There's no way Draco could be serious about it; this must be part of some malicious Slytherin plan…
"No," Harry shook his head frantically, so lost in his own panic that he didn't notice the crushed look on the blonde's face, "I-I'm sorry; this was all a mistake. I-I have to go." Harry jumped to his feet and ran out of the garden, leaving a heartbroken blonde sitting alone in the gazebo, the silver roses wilting on the seat beside him…
We broke up,
yeah it's tough
Most guys would have been crushed
Wastin' their time
Wonderin where they went wrong
No way, not me
hey I'm doing just fine
I'm not afraid to move on
…That was two months ago, and Draco was still heartbroken over the breakup with Harry; he just couldn't understand where he had gone wrong, but he kept that confusion to himself. He had spent the first week after their breakup sending Harry owls, gifts…anything to try and get the brunette to talk to him, but everything had been returned un-opened. When he asked the Weasley's-Ron and Hermione had gotten married a year ago-if they knew what was going on they just said it wasn't their place, although Ron had looked like he wanted to say more. When Harry persisted in ignoring him however, Draco followed the advice of Pansy and Blaise and started going out again, intent of forgetting the dark-haired boy who had broken his heart.
Unfortunately, somehow he saw Harry everywhere he went, so he put on his best mask and acted like he didn't care and nothing bothered him. Tonight was Friday, another night out with his friends, and another opportunity to see Harry…
Sure enough, when Draco stepped into the Wizarding club-The Golden Serpent, newly opened-he immediately spotted the raven-haired ex-Gryffindor surrounded by a group of friends, so he turned to the person next to him, who happened to be a blonde boy he vaguely recognized from school-and asked him to dance.
"Sure," the blonde replied, "Funny though, I didn't think you even knew who I was, Malfoy."
"Call me Draco," he gave the other boy his most charming smile using a small bit of Legilimancy to call up his name and a few other small details as he led him out onto the dance floor. "Of course I know who you are; Zacharias Smith, formerly of Hufflepuff. What have you been up to since graduation?" He made polite small talk as they whirled around the dance floor, paying just enough attention so that he could make the appropriate responses and laugh at any jokes the Hufflepuff made, but his real attention was on the brunette over by the bar; Harry was sitting next to a sandy-haired boy Draco recognized as Seamus Finnegan, another former Gryffindor, apparently having the time of his life, and Draco felt a pang of gut-wrenching agony, which he dutifully ignored as he ended the dance with Zacharias and headed over to join Pansy, Blaise and a few other friends at a table near the back.
This whole "getting over you was easy" act was a lot harder than Draco thought it would be…
It's easy goin out on Friday night
Easy, every time I see her out
I can smile, live it up
The way a single guy does
But what she, what she don't know
Is how hard it is to make it look so
Easy
Harry could pin-point the exact moment when Draco walked in, surrounded by former classmates; that platinum hair was hard to miss. He had been sitting at the bar making half-hearted small talk with his friends, but then Draco walked in, so he started making more of an effort to listen to Seamus, who had been flirting with him all evening.
Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Draco take to the dance floor with another blonde and he turned his head to get a better look; Harry snorted in disgust when he realized it was Zacharias Smith, the money-hungry ex-Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, it looked like Draco was having a good time with him…just then the former Slytherin left the dance floor and grey met green as he looked towards the bar, so Harry immediately turned back to Seamus and began laughing with him.; there was no reason for Draco to know how much he missed him, especially at night when he was alone in his cold bed…This depressing thought made Harry order a double-shot of Firewhiskey before allowing Seamus to drag him out on the dance floor.
The truth is
That I miss lyin' in those arms of his
But I don't ever let it show
I laugh and I act like
I'm having the time of my life
As far as he knows
They passed by Draco and their eyes met again for a split second; Harry almost stopped the blonde to beg him to talk, but then another hand rested on Draco's arm and he saw Zacharias smirking triumphantly. The last thing Harry remembered clearly was thinking; 'I can't let him know how much this hurts me; I'll show him that I made the right decision…'
Really, why was it so hard to make it look so easy?
It's easy goin out on Friday night
Easy, every time I see him out
I can smile, live it up
The way a single guy does
But what he, what he don't know
Is how hard it is to make it look so
Easy
Oh, it's easy
Draco watched as Harry and Seamus danced close together on the dance floor before the brunette led them back to the bar where he proceeded to buy them both drink after drink. In fact, from what Draco could see Harry was buying drinks for everyone at the bar…It wasn't fair that Harry was able to move on so easily, but as a Malfoy Draco could do no less; It was over, and time for Draco to truly move on.
Oh it's easy goin' out on a Friday night
Oh, it's easy every time I see him out
I can smile, live it up
Forget about the way it was
But what she
Oh, what he don't know
What she don't know
Is how hard it is to make it look so
Easy
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, and it's so easy, it's so easy
Yeah, ooh, ooh
An: This is a really short chapter, and the following chapters will be short as well. The whole story will be posted today though, and for those of you reading Goblin King, I am still working on it and should have another chapter posted soon; if not today then in the next couple of days. Please review!