A/N: Hi guys! This is a short collection of stories where couples from Harry Potter sing to each other. The main pairings in these will be Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Ginny and the occasional Dean/Ginny. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any recognizable characters and I also don't own the song 'Sorry' it belongs to Buckcherry.
! LANGUAGE WARNING !
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"Asshole!"
"Dickhead!"
"Wanker!"
"MUDBLOOD!"
"DEATH EATER!"
"ORPHAN!"
"I'M DONE! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
Fuming, Harry turned on his heel and stormed out of the Room of Requirements. Sure, he and Draco had fought before, but never like this. It was just the occasional 'Gryffindork' or 'Bleached Ferret' comment, but neither had ever raised their voice to the other. And worst of all, Draco had called Harry an orphan. On most days, he didn't mind being called an orphan, because he knew it was true. But Draco had crossed the line. He had called Harry an orphan on the day that mattered the most. October 31st.
Halloween was never a good day for Harry. He usually shut himself up in the dormitory, refusing to eat. He would just sit on his bed and look through the photo album that Hagrid had given him and cry when he saw his parent's faces smiling up at him. Last year, on October 29th, Dumbledore arranged him a Portkey to take him to Godric's Hollow on Halloween morning, leaving at 8am and returning at 11am.
Likewise, Dumbledore had also arranged a Portkey for him this year. So, Harry woke early that morning, dressed and took the Portkey to Godric's Hollow, where he spent the next three hours talking to his parents.
Harry checked his watch. The time said 10:55am. It was time to go. As Harry stood up to leave the graveyard, he performed a simple spell to conjure some flowers to leave. The spell kind of worked, except instead of producing five flowers, as it should, Harry was given three flowers and a handful of pollen, which ended up all over his clothes.
Harry set the flowers by the grave and started to walk out of the graveyard. Suddenly, he tripped over an unkempt patch of grass and smashed his head and neck on a large tree root.
"Shit! Owww." Moaned Harry as he felt his neck start to bruise.
Grumbling, Harry reached the Portkey and went back to Hogwarts.
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"Where have you been?!" Screeched Draco Malfoy.
"Shh, someone will hear you. Come with me." Harry said. He and Draco had been dating for nearly two months, and they were planning on keeping it secret until they knew their friends would accept their partners.
Harry dragged Draco to the Room of Requirements.
Once the door was safely locked, Harry turned to Draco. "What is it, love?"
"Don't call me 'love'."
"Drakie? What's wrong?"
"YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!"
"WHAT!"
"You've been gone all morning, you smell like flowers and you have a hickey! You're obviously cheating on me with Chang, or Granger, or Weaslette!"
"Draco, I am NOT cheating on you with any of those girls. I'm GAY, remember? Let me explain-"
"NO! DON"T SAY A WORD TO ME! HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?"
"I DO LOVE YOU! Listen, today is a really hard day for me-"
"Oh, it's a hard day for YOU!" yelled Draco, cutting Harry off. "I woke up early to sneak to the kitchens and make you a romantic breakfast, look, it's over there!" Draco gestured to a candlelit table in the corner. On the table were two plates of croissants, Harry's favorite. "So then I went to wait by Gryffindor tower for you. I hid behind a statue and waited, but you didn't come out with Granger and Weasley, so I went everywhere, I checked the Hospital Wing, the Library and the Quidditch Pitch. And where were you? Complaining to some slutty girl about how hard this day is for you!"
"FUCK DRACO! IT'S OCTOBER 31ST!"
"OH, LOOK WHO KNOWS HOW TO READ A CALANDER!
"Asshole!"
"Dickhead!"
"Wanker!"
"MUDBLOOD!"
"DEATH EATER!"
"ORPHAN!"
"I'M DONE! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
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Harry spat the password at the Fat Lady (Jack-o-lantern) and hurdled up the stairs to his dormitory, ignoring Ron and Hermione's shouts from the common room. Harry threw himself facedown onto his bed and sobbed into his pillow. He cried harder then he had ever in his whole life. He was crying so loudly, he didn't hear Ron and Hermione's footsteps, or the door open, or the comforting words they said to him. He did however feel their loving hands on his back. Taking a deep breath, he sat up.
"Oh, Harry." was all Hermione could say before Harry broke down again. She allowed him to rest his head on her shoulder and pulled him close, lovingly stroking his hair and cheek, while whispering words of comfort. 'Just like Draco does.' Thought Harry, dissolving into more tears.
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"Harry, mate, you gotta get up."
It was 8am, two days after Harry's fight with Draco. He hadn't left the dorm since. Harry made no move to acknowledge Ron, or to get up.
"Harry, come on! We have Potions first period on Mondays, remember? We have fifteen minutes to get there. Snape will use us for potions ingredients if we're late."
"Leave me alone."
"Harry, what's wrong? People have been asking me all day yesterday and all of this morning why you haven't left your bed. I've been telling them you're ill. You're not ill, are you?"
Seizing what he knew to be his only chance, Harry faked a cough and weakly replied; "Yeah. I don't feel well. I think I'm coming down with something. Can you tell McGonagall I'm sick to excuse me from classes?"
Harry could tell that Ron didn't really believe him, but he said; "Yeah, I'll tell her. Feel better. Oh, by the way, I don't know if it matters or not, but apparently Malfoy's ill too. He hasn't left the dungeons since Halloween, and I overheard some Slytherins talking about how he hasn't spoken to anyone, he's just writing stuff on a notepad. Reckon it's more 'Death Eater' stuff?" Said Ron, referring to their inside joke from the previous year. "Anyway, gotta go. Bye." Ron left the dormitory, oblivious to the tears streaming down Harry's face.
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"Granger!"
Hermione turned around and found herself face to face with the last person she wanted to see.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Aren't you supposed to be sick?"
"Oh, I am, uh, was, I'm better now. Anyway, you're best friends with Potter, right? Can you tell me if he's in a relationship with Weasley, Chang or any other bitch?"
Hermione looked confused. "No, Harry hasn't dated anyone since his kiss with Cho. Why?"
"Oh, um, just rumors. So, where was he on Halloween morning, and why is it a 'hard day' for him?"
"You don't know? Halloween was the day Harry's parents died."
'Shit' Thought Draco.
"He took a Portkey to the graveyard in Godric's Hollow and spent the morning at his parent's grave. He came back at around 11, but we didn't see him until half past. He stormed through the common room and cried his eyes out for three hours. He hasn't left his room since. He's also not at class today, Ron's just told me he's sick. Why am I telling you all of this?"
"You should be careful with what you drink, Granger. Here's the antidote for the Veritaserum I slipped in your drink." Said Draco, handing over a phial. "I've got to go now, bye!" And Hermione watched in awe as Malfoy ran down the corridor, chanting; "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." Until she could no longer hear him.
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Harry was sitting on his bed under the covers, flipping through a photo album. Not the one of his parents, the one of him and Draco. He mournfully sighed as he looked down at the photo of him and Draco under a shady tree. Harry heard footsteps and quickly shoved the album under his pillow and lay down, pretending to be asleep.
"Mr. Potter?"
Harry pretended to slowly wake up.
"Hello, Professer McGonagall."
"Hello. How are you feeling? Mr. Weasley told me you were unwell."
"It's fine, it's just a cold. I'm feeling a little better. I think I'll be okay for classes tomorrow or Wednesday." Said Harry, faking a cough.
" Let's hope so, you do seem to have a nasty cough." McGonagall gently felt his forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever, so that's good. I'll tell the house elves to send you up some chicken soup and tea for lunch and dinner. I think you should take tomorrow off as well; I'm a bit concerned about your cough. Stay in bed, but if you feel up to it, come down for dinner, it's the talent show."
Harry had completely forgotten about the talent show. The tradition had only started last year, but it was so much fun, Dumbledore insisted on holding it again this year.
"I'll hopefully be there." Harry said.
"Right. Go back to sleep, I'll come and check on you later tonight."
Harry watched her leave the room. He felt bad for lying to his Head of House, but he had to be sick, for now anyway. He wasn't ready to face Draco yet, and had no intention whatsoever to attend the talent show.
Hermione, however, had other ideas.
"Oh, come on, Harry! You've been shut up here for half a week! It'll do you good, and it'll be fun!"
"I don't feel good." Harry lied.
"Oh, Harry, do you think I'm stupid? Yes, you might have had a slight cold yesterday, but you look and sound fine and you don't have a fever anymore, so come on, up!"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope. Common room, twenty minutes."
20 minutes later, Harry met Ron and Hermione in the common room and the three made their way to the Great Hall. Harry sat down and refused to look at the Slytherin table, pretending that his plate was very interesting.
"If I may have your attention!" said Dumbledore. "Welcome to Hogwarts's second talent show! Up first, please welcome Mr. Fred and George Weasley, who will be displaying their newest range of prank candy."
Harry sat through two hours of student's performances, with only one thing on his mind. 'Don't look. Don't look at him. Don't look at Draco. Don't think of his name. Don't think of him.'
"Thank you, Mr. Dixon." Said Dumbledore, ushering off a first year that had burped the alphabet, to the disgust of nearly everyone in the hall. "Now, is there anyone else who wants to perform? Speak now or forever hold your peace."
"Me!"
Everyone turned to see whom the voice came from. Harry felt his heart stop. It was Draco Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy, how lovely." Said Dumbledore, gesturing Draco up onto the stage and handing him a microphone.
"I'm going to be singing a song. I wrote this for someone I love. The other day, I wrongly accused them of cheating on me, and now I feel terrible. You know who you are, and I can't live without you. Please forgive me. This is for you. It's called 'Sorry.'
"Oh I have a lot to say
I was thinking on my time away"
Harry noticed that Draco and a beautiful, soft voice.
"I miss you and things weren't the same
Cause everything inside, it never comes out right
And when I see you cry, it makes me wanna die"
"Who do you think it's for? Probably Parkinson. Pathetic, hey Harry," Said Ron.
"Uh-yeah whatever." Said Harry. All his attention was on his ex-boyfriend.
"I'm sorry I'm bad
I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back.
I love how you kiss
I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say,
I'm sorry."
Harry was starting to forgive Draco. 'Don't cry, Potter, don't cry' He thought.
"Every single day,
I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cry
It's never too late to make this right
Oh yeah,
Sorry!
I'm sorry I'm bad
I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back.
I love how you kiss
I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say, yeah,
I'm sorry."
Everyone applauded when Draco finished.
"Love, I'm so sorry I accused you. I know you would never cheat on me. Is there any way you would consider letting me back into your life? I promise to never hurt you in any way ever again, and love you until the day I die. Please." Draco was close to tears.
And, without caring what anyone thought, Harry stood up. He didn't say anything. He just let silent tears fall down his face.
Draco slowly took a few steps down from the stage.
"Harry, what are you doing?" asked Ron.
"Harry, you're not, are you?" asked Hermione.
Harry didn't hear them. The minute he made eye contact with Draco, they both broke into a smile. Almost simultaneously, both boys started running towards each other. Before anyone in the Great Hall could register what was going on, Harry had his lips pressed firmly against Draco's. In the distance, Harry could hear gasps, yells and the silent 'thud, thud, thud' of Gryffindors and Slytherins fainting. He didn't care. He had Draco back.
"I love you so fucking much, Harry."
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
"I missed you so much, Drakie. I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, I haven't left my bed since now. And Merlin, I'm glad I did."
Draco smiled. "Me too."
Harry smiled and closed his eyes while he snogged Draco senseless. He didn't hear Hermione's "I knew it." Ron's "He's a SLYTHERIN!" or Ginny's "I thought you liked girls! Like me, and Cho, and me."
"Think you can make it to the Room of Requirements in an hour? It's been so long since I've slept with you."
Harry smiled. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
So, how'd you like it? Please review! Also, feel free to suggest songs, couples and scenarios leading into the songs, I'd live to hear what you guys want, considering I write for you anyway. Also, if you leave a suggestion as a guest, please leave it under a nickname or something so I can mention who its for. Thanks lovelies! hHHj both bjgjgljgkljgjn