Here's chapter two!

Warnings: language for now

Disclaimer: Yeah, I really wish I owned Harry Potter, particularly Draco, but I don't. It all belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling. Though, I do own the plot line and the original characters, so please don't steal them.

As for the music, I don't own that either. The songs belong to their respective artists. That reminds me...in this world, the songs Harry sings do not exist. In fact, the songs are a product of Harry's talents in this world.

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Chapter 2: I Think I'm Drowning

1 year earlier

Ron glanced at his watch and sighed. How was he supposed to explain to Hermione why Harry was not here for her and Draco's wedding? Worse, she'd kill him because Harry wasn't there. "Bloody hell, Harry, where the fuck are you?!"

"Relax Ronald, I'm right here," Harry declared.

Ron jumped and threw a pillow at Harry. "Merlin, mate, I thought you'd gotten lost."

Harry grinned. "Come off it, you wanker, if you can make it here without getting lost I can."

"Cheeky bastard," Ron grumbled with a smile. He tossed a bottle of water to Harry. "I'm just glad you showed…after all, you're the one who's supposed to sing at her wedding."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, drinking deeply from the water bottle. "Roar," he muttered.

Ron cocked an eyebrow, sending his friend an amused look. "Roar, really Harry?"

Harry laughed, the sound infectious, and nodded. "Yes, Ronnikins, roar."

"Ugh, don't you dare remind me how stupid I was sixth year!" Ron groaned. He turned his attention back to the mirror, trying to fix his muggle suit.

Harry smiled slightly and went to Ron. "Here, let me help," Harry murmured. Ron turned around and swallowed thickly when he felt Harry's delicate hands brush his throat. Harry stared intently at the tie he was trying to fix, attempting to ignore how much he wanted to kiss the man in front of him.

An hour later, Harry was standing up at his table, Draco on his right and Ron on his left. He held a glass of chardonnay in his left hand. As he thought over the toast he had planned, Harry couldn't help but acknowledge the complete irony of the situation. Here he stood, as Draco Malfoy's best man, preparing to toast said wizard and his new wife Hermione. Everyone, including Harry, had believed that it would be Ron in Draco's position.

"I'd like to toast Draco and Hermione, and wish them the best of luck with their marriage!" Harry called as he lifted his glass higher. Everyone in the room mimicked him, calling out "here here's" or "to Draco and Hermione!"

"Feels like only yesterday we all met, and well…I can't help but feel surprised by how this turned out. To be honest with you," Harry said as he turned to Draco, "I never imagined that we'd be friends, or that I'd be the best man at your wedding. I never imagined that you'd be marrying Hermione; I always thought Ron would be the one to marry her…"

Ron flushed and ducked his head. He didn't need to be reminded of the life he'd rejected in favor of what he now had: longing for the love he could never have.

"Yes, well, Ron bowed out a lot easier than I thought he would when Hermione and I began dating," Draco replied with a fond smile.

Harry chuckled. "Yes, you're both stubborn in that way. Anyway, just wanted to congratulate you on your new life, and I hope the rest of it is happy and joyous!"

"Thank you, Harry," Hermione smiled. She kissed her husband, blushing as many people whistled and called out.

Harry sat back down and took a long swig from his glass. He patted Ron on the back, forcing his hand away when it threatened to linger. Ron looked up and sent him a disgruntled grin. Harry grinned back before going to the stage that had been set up. The other three members of his band left their tables and began tuning their instruments.

Harry was nervous for it was the first time he'd ever performed live. He felt even more pressured because it was his best friends' wedding reception. He glanced at his band mates, sending them a reassuring grin before nodding.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Harry murmured into the microphone before his face. The audience turned their attention towards Harry. "It is now time for the happy couple's first dance!"

Draco stood and helped his wife from her seat before leading her to the dance floor. Harry beamed at them, a mischievous glint in his emerald orbs. They played the song Hermione had begged Harry to sing, a muggle song that Harry and his band had spent several weeks learning: I Swear.

When the song ended, Draco and Hermione kissed. Harry smiled and nodded towards the band. They readjusted while Harry spoke to the audience…well, to Hermione.

"Hermione, this song is for you, because you don't think that I pay attention when you ramble on about Draco."

Hermione's eyes widened and a blush crept up her neck and over her face. Draco sent Harry and Hermione a confused look, but shrugged. Harry smiled even wider and cued his band to begin. Harry closed his eyes and let the music take over his body.

"I think I'm drowning, asphyxiated, I wanna break this spell that you've created…You're something beautiful, a contradiction, I wanna play the game, I want the friction…You will be the death of me, yeah you will be the death of me…Bury it, I won't let you bury it, I won't let you smother it, I won't let you murder it…Our time is running out, our time is running out, you can't push it underground, you can't stop it screaming out…

"I wanted freedom, bound and restricted, I tried to give you up, but I'm addicted…Now that you know I'm trapped, sense of elation, you never dreamed of breaking this fixation…You will squeeze the life out of me…Bury it, I won't let you bury it, I won't let you smother it, I won't let you murder it…And our time is running out, our time is running out, you can't push it underground, you can't stop it screaming out…How did it come to this? Oooh

"Yeah you will suck the life out of me…Bury it, I won't let you bury it, I won't let you smother it, I won't let you murder it….And our time is running out, our time is running out, you can't push it underground, you can't stop it screaming out…How did it come to this? Oooh"

The last few chords echoed and Draco grinned devilishly. "Hermione…"

Harry laughed as Hermione pinched her husband's nose and sent Harry a death glare. "Sorry, 'Mione, but I had too."

The band started another song, and Harry was soon lost to the music. Ron watched it all from the now-empty table. He couldn't stomach dancing with anyone, let alone by himself. He was perfectly content to watch Harry move to the music. It was intoxicating to watch his lithe body sway. It was the most he could hope for, anyway. Ron didn't believe in happily ever after.

Later that night, Harry watched a drunken Ron disappear with some cheap slut. Slightly disgusted, and deeply hurt, Harry went back to the flat he shared with Ron. He locked himself in his bedroom with a bottle of firewhiskey and a piece of parchment and quill.