"You know what I haven't heard in a while?"
Draco lifted his head from his Arithmancy homework to watch Pansy absently flip through an old issue of Witch Weekly one of the other eighth years left in the common room. When a moment passed and seemed like she wasn't going to finish her statement, Draco sighed, "What, Pansy?"
She threw the magazine on the table in front of her, and looked at him. "You play."
"Yeah, you used to play all the time," Blaise agreed from his spot in front of the fireplace.
"Well, if you look around, there isn't exactly a piano in here, is there?" Draco grumbled, and went back to his homework.
"You could always transfigure one," a voice came from the stairs. Draco looked up to see Granger and Weasley making their way to an unoccupied couch.
"You might be the only one able to pull that off, Granger," Blaise said, awe in his voice. Weasley pulled Granger closer to him as Blaise went and sat next to her. Blaise had the biggest crush on the witch, and it was obvious. Not very Slytherin, in Draco's opinion.
"I could try, if you want," Granger offered as she patted the red head's knee.
"Even if you do manage to transfigure one, it doesn't mean I'm going to play," Draco sneered and ducked his head back down.
"Oh, come on, Draco, when Blaise said you used to play all the time, he wasn't exaggerating. You really did used to play all the time," Pansy whined. "In the middle of the night, in the morning before breakfast, during parties, when we had hangovers from said parties and were about to hex the shite out of you, you would play. And now, when we actually want you to play and maybe sing us a song, you won't."
"No, I won't, because I am not here for your entertainment," Draco said with a glare that touched on everyone. "Now I need to finish my homework, the same homework you should be doing, darling Pansy," he drawled.
"You know I only took Arithmancy because of you, dear."
"That's really not academically wise, Pansy."
"I said I took it because of him, not that I'm shite at it, Granger."
Draco tuned out the girls, and tried to focus on his homework. Now that they brought it up, Draco really did want to play. The last time he played was right before he got the task from the Dark Lord. He was even finishing up a song when his father came to take him to be inducted.
"Draco!" A shrill voice interrupted his musings. He glared up at Pansy.
"What do you want? I'm—"
"You're not doing homework. None of those problems require you to think that hard," Pansy said with a smug smile. "Blaise has been trying to get your attention." Draco turned his glare towards the dark man.
"Have you been writing songs?"
Draco sighed. "I don't write songs."
"Whatever, all those little ditties you would come up with when you looked around the room. Those."
"Yes, I'm very partial to the one you came up with about Millicent and her crush on Nott," Pansy said with an evil smirk.
"I think the one about Potter was the best," Blaise said, making Draco groan inwardly.
"You wrote a song about Harry?" Granger's disbelieving voice was louder than Draco would have liked.
"You wrote a song about me?"
Draco's heart started pounding, and his stomach twisted, just from the sound of that voice. Draco took a deep breath before turning around to the person behind him who was standing so close; he could feel the body heat rolling off in waves and smell the green apple shampoo the person used every morning.
"Just about how much I hate you," Draco drawled as he met the Killing Curse green eyes.
"Of course it was. You wouldn't have written it if it wasn't," Potter smirked and sat on an unoccupied chair right across from Draco.
"I forgot about that one," Pansy laughed. "How did it go?"
"Oh, Potter," Blaise started singing, making Draco cringe and avoid looking at the man across from him. "Your hair is terrible, your face is unbearable—"
"You should take a knife to your head! Oh, wait. Looks like you already have!" Pansy joined in, drawing out the last note before bursting into giggles. "Gods, that one really was the best."
"That's actually not bad." Draco heard Potter chuckle and his eyes shot up to Potter's. They were light with amusement, and Draco let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. As long as he wasn't offended by something that Draco made up in fifth year, that's fine.
"There you go, Draco! You have Potter's seal of approval. Now Granger can transfigure that piano and you can play us a song," Blaise said with a hopeful tone to his voice.
Draco rolled his eyes. "You know, I meant it when I said I wasn't here for your entertainment."
"Please, Draco?" Pansy whined, her voice pitchy.
"Begging, Pansy?" Draco said with an incredulous look towards her.
"Please, please, please? Please?" She begged, crawling towards him on her knees, her hands folded and tucked under her chin. Draco leaned away from her and sneered, very much aware of the laughing from the others around him, especially the deep chuckling that always sent shivers down his spine.
"Merlin's balls, Pansy! Get off your knees, scavenge up some dignity, and act like a Slytherin, for Salazar's sake!"
"Only if you play a song," she whined, her wide eyes growing bigger and bottom lip sticking out more.
"Good grief, fine! Just go away!" He shooed her away with a flop of his hand, and made a show of slowly putting away his homework. When he had carefully placed his bag in the chair beside him, he turned to Granger. "If you will, Granger."
With another pat to the ginger's knee, Granger stood and walked towards Draco's table. She raised her wand, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath before opening her eyes to focus on the table. Her brow furrowed, and the tip of a pink tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.
Draco felt the table beside him shiver. He watched as it expanded to the shape of a grand piano, and gave a small absent smile at the sight of it. No matter how much he would deny it, he truly did love playing.
The piano stilled, and Draco sat up straight as he uncovered the shiny black and white keys. He lovingly stroked them before realizing just how long it had been since he had last played.
"I haven't played the piano since fifth year, so I might be a bit rusty," Draco mumbled.
"Why'd you stop?" Weasley asked, his face set in confusion. Draco sneered at him.
"I was preoccupied," he growled. Weasley opened his mouth so say something else, but he noticed the pointed looks the others were giving him. Realization crossed his face, and he muttered, "Oh."
Draco quirked an eyebrow at him before looking around the common room to find inspiration. Two Hufflepuffs were sitting on the windowsill, heads huddled close together. Nothing came to him. Other than them, the room was empty.
Draco's gaze stopped on Granger and Weasley. No, that would be too obvious. Pansy stared at him, waiting for him to find what she knew he was looking for. Blaise looked eager, and a tad impatient, for Draco to start.
Draco's eyes shifted to the last of the group, quickly shooting down to his hands on the keys before he was sucked into the green abyss. Inspiration hit him like a herd of hippogriffs. A slow smirk spread his lips as he moved his hands to the right keys to make the notes he wanted.
A long soft note floated through the room and faded before Draco tapped the same keys again, waiting until he couldn't hear it anymore before doing it again.
"I should ink my skin with your name," He moved his hands slightly to the right, towards the keys that make higher notes. "And take my passport out again, and just replace it," He moved back to the left to the other keys with the lower sounding notes.
"You see, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle," Draco smirked, and began alternating the higher and lower notes without changing the slow pace of the song. "And I should run you a hot bath, and fill it up with bubbles," He moved his hands to make different notes, with high and low tones.
"Because maybe you're lovable, and maybe you're my snowflake, and your eyes turn from green to grey in the winter. I'll hold you in a cold place," the pace of the notes sped up as Draco closed his eyes. "And you should never cut your hair, because I love the way you flick it off your shoulder. Mmm," Draco smiled. "And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up."
Draco paused before continuing the song, barely thinking of the next thing to sing or the next note to play. "And would you ever feel guilty if you did the same to me? Would you make me a cup of tea to open my eyes in the right way?" Draco laughed as he sang, "And I know you love Shrek, because we watched it twelve times, but maybe you're hoping for a fairytale, too. And if your DVD breaks today, you should have got a VCR, because I've never owned a BluRay, true say," Draco heard confused laughs over the notes. "And now I've always been shit at computer games, and your cousin always beats me," Draco laughed himself. "And if I lost, I'd go across and chuck all the controllers at the TV, and then you'd laugh at me and be asking me if I'm gonna' be home next week, and then you'd lie with me 'til I fall asleep, and flutter eyelash on my cheek, between the sheets," Draco smiled again. "And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.
"And I think you hate the smell of smoke, you were trying to get me to stop," Draco ignored Pansy's indignant 'you should.' "You drink as much as me, and I get drunk a lot," Draco laughed with the others. "So I'll take you to the beach, and walk along the sand, and I'll make you a heart pendant with a pebble held in my hand. And I'll carve it like a necklace, so the heart falls where your chest is, and now a piece of me is a piece of the beach, and it falls just where it needs to be and rests peacefully, so you just need to breathe to feel my heart against yours, now. Against yours, now," Draco sighed, and bit his lip before continuing, fastening the pace of the notes a bit more.
"Because maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up. Well, maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up, oh-oh," Draco looked up, straight into those green eyes that he knew would be staring at him, seeing slight amusement, happiness, and love in the depths. "Maybe I fell in love when you woke me up."
Author's Note: Hey, y'all. So I hope you liked it. I got the idea when I was on the ferry going over to the place I'm staying for a couple months. It's based on the song Wake Me Up by Ed Sheeran. I'm actually thinking about continuing and writing little stories about Draco and Harry playing video games with Dudley, or them going to the beach and Draco making that heart pendant. But yeah, reviews and favorites are great; I will be your best friend if you do.
Oh, yes! To my followers who are reading Schizo, I am really sorry I haven't updated. I'm pretty busy with work. As I said, I moved to a new place that, not only is across the North American continent from my home, but is also on an island. Also, I work almost 9 hours a day, so it's really taken a toll on my writing. But I promise I will not be one of those writers who stop writing out of the blue. I am quite addicted to this website, so it would be hard for me to forget with a near constant reminder.
Disclaimer: Yeah, no. I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, or Pansy Parkinson. Or those two Hufflepuffs in the window. Or Hogwarts. Or Ed Sheeran. Dang.