Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
Note: Dedicated to Rika-San
Note #2: I'm well aware of the rules regarding song lyrics in fics. I'm politely refusing to follow because, to my understanding, the reasoning is something along the lines of copyright laws (please correct me if I'm wrong. Last I actually heard about it was them writing "users feel it is okay to use lyrics that they did not write in stories"), even if they're not being used for profit. But, by that logic, this site shouldn't even exist, as characters are also protected under copy write law, so either we're allowed to use lyrics or the site should be shut down and every fanfiction writer prosecuted (knock on wood that doesn't happen.). So this fic is also my peaceful rebellion against a ridiculous rule that's been in effect for too long.
Note #3: The song in in this chapter is Hold It Against Me, but quite frankly, I prefer Sam Tsui's version Britney Spears' (which is saying something, because I love me some Britney), which is the version I'm using in this chapter, so check it out on youtube or playlist [dot] com.
It's An Art
By
So Devious
Chapter 3
"Alright class, change in plans!" Trelawney shouted over the hustle and bustle of the art room. Students began to settle and take their seats, listening intently as the professor began to give further instructions. "Another instructor requested the presence of our model, so instead I've gotten permission from professors to go around campus and draw the scene in front of you. You can use the quad and even a few classes, but they can't have too many extra students so it first come, first serve." The chatter instantly rose as the students got excited for their new project. That is, every student except Draco.
Truth be told, he was quite excited to see Harry again, even though he'd be seeing him the next night. But now what was he to do. He never quite got a chance to ask for his phone number, so texting was out of the question.
'Get it together, Malfoy!' a voice in his head shouted. 'Stop acting like some lovesick girl!' Draco shook the pestering thoughts away as he packed up his things to find a quite place to work. Maybe his 'inner-voice' was right, but he'd never quite felt anything like this: this strong attraction, especially to someone he barely knew. But then again, ever since Tom, he never really looked.
Unfamiliar with many of the classes in the Arts Building of Hogwarts, Draco simply went to the nearest class. Without even opening the door, he could hear the scores of a piano leaking into the hall, a beautiful melody he found vaguely familiar.
"Alright class! Today's lesson is-Oh! Come on it, dear!" The professor, a beautiful middle aged woman, dressed in plain black slacks and a loose-fitting royal blue blouse., cooed as she welcomed Draco warmly when he eased open the door "I take it you're one of Trelawney's?"
Draco nodded politely, reaching out to shake the woman's hand. "Yes, ma'am." he replied. "Draco Malfoy. I hope you don't mind me sitting in."
"Of course not. I'm Professor Sinistra, but you can call me Aurora." Aurora eyed him oddly, but smiled none the less. It probably wasn't every day she saw a gorgeous bloke rocking a denim mini-skirt, cropped tee, and Louboutin boots.
Draco quietly took a seat in the corner of the room, where he could get a good look at the professor as she taught, as well as the beautiful baby grand piano seated in the middle of the class, ready at center stage for any talented to mind to work their magic with it. The blond quickly set to work, sketching the outline of Aurora in her relaxed stance, hands folded in front of her with one leg slightly outward.
Harry's heart skipped a beat when Draco graced the class with his presence, and he was happily reminded of the young man that was giving him the eye in Trelawney's class, rather than the shy, modestly dressed boy in the convenience store. This Draco was stunning, platinum blond locks pinned up in a messy bun, face pure and clean with minimal make-up, eyes bright and filled with confidence.
The raven-haired man felt his jeans tighten as Draco walked – no, strode would be a more appropriate term – to a spare chair seated next to the risers, easing down and crossing his long, slender legs before pulling out his black Molskine sketch book and setting to work. To think, Harry was bummed when Professor Sinistra told him that she needed him in class today, meaning modeling would have to wait until Monday. Granted, it was Friday, and he was going to see Draco the following day, but as they say: details, details.
"Mr. Potter? Do you have something prepared for us?" Aurora's voice penetrated his thoughts, snapping out of his reverie. Quite honestly he didn't. In fact, he could just barely recall what assignment he was supposed to be preparing for. But, as his father always said, a Potter was nothing if not resourceful. Nervously clearing his throat, Harry made his way to the front of the class, taking a seat at the baby grand in the middle of the room and trying to ignore to eyes staring at him. Typically he wasn't so nervous when performing, he was a natural born showman after all. But it didn't take a genius to figure out why he suddenly felt so shy.
Taking a deep breath, he met Draco's eyes, hoping the blond would be too immersed in his work to pay any mind to Harry. No such luck. Molten silver stared back at him as Draco gazed expectantly, drawing evidently forgotten as he watched Harry take center stage. Suddenly the raven-haired man knew exactly what he was going to perform.
Keeping his eyes locked with the blond's, he gave a smirk before his fingers began gently pressing out notes on the ivory keys. Take a breath, he began to sing out the first
Hey over there
Please forgive me
If I'm coming on too strong
Hate to stare
But you're winning
And they're playing my favorite song
So come here
'Little closer
Wanna whisper in your ear
Make it clear
Little question
Wanna know just how you feel
If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me
Cause you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me
Draco's pulse quickened as the words Harry was singing sank in. Of course, he himself already knew the words, it was one of his favorite songs to date, but hearing it sung so...intimately, as though it were written just for him, was another experience entirely. It sounded cliché, but the other man's voice sounded like velvet, not too soft but so smooth, it washed over him like warm water.
As he watched Harry perform, inspiration hit and he set his pencil to work, sketching the outline of the other man's face. Harry looked so impassioned when he sang, much like Draco would imagine himself to look when he was drawing or painting. However, instead of the deep concentration the showed on the blond's features, Harry's face held pure feeling, as though the words were pouring straight from his heart and soul rather than his head. Draco simply had to capture it.
Hey you might think
That I'm crazy
But you know I'm just your type
I might be a little hazy
But you just cannot deny
There's a spark in between us
When we're dancing on the floor
Give me give me more, give me more
Wanna see it
So I'm asking you tonight
If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me
Cause you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me
Harry was finally feeling comfortable with the music as he stole glances at Draco, whose eyes were filled with a lot more than admiration as the blond glanced back and forth between him and his sketchbook. He could even see a hint of lust, which spurred Harry on even more.
If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me
Cause you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me
"Very well done, Harry!" Aurora cheered, her face split in a proud grin. Harry rose from the bench and gave a bow, unable to wipe his own smile from his face as he tried to act nonchalant at Draco's hungry eyes watching him. Hopefully that look wouldn't go away by tomorrow.
By the end of class, Draco had managed to make a decent amount of progress to his work, if you could call it that. He had scraped the picture of Sinistra and the piano to finish another day. However, he had managed to complete a wonderful portrait of Harry performing, and was currently debating on if he should give it to the other man or not.
"Hey!" A voice whispered from behind him, and the blond couldn't help but jump, his books scattering to the ground. "Shit! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Harry apologized as he dropped to his knees to help Draco pick up his things.
The blond couldn't help but blush as the other man dropped to the floor, his mind instantly shooting to hot, lustful places – he was still a man, after all. Harry peering up at him with those big emerald eyes didn't help either. Draco wondered what it would feel like if he ran his fingers through those soft ebony locks while Harry-
"Here you go. Draco? Are you alright?" Harry asked as he rose to his feet and held the blond's book out to him. Draco snapped out his fantasy, his face burning a bright red
"R-right! Thanks..."
"So, I'm pretty excited about tomorrow. You sill wanted to go, right?" Harry asked as the pair continued down the hall. The blond smiled brightly, a sight that made Harry's pulse quicken.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it."
Tom couldn't suppress the tremor of rage the shot through him at the sight of that little pauper Potter cuddling up to his Draco. The boy was practically his property, and that little weasel though he could just sneak up, sing a pretty song, and steal him away? He'd see about that. Let Potter have his fun tomorrow night. Come Monday, Tom would have the perfect plan to win his Draco back for good.
Note: Not too bad, I think? I'm trying to keep it consistent with the original chapters, but you gotta remember, I was, what, 17 when I wrote it? I'm 21 so that about 4 years to sift through lol. Anyway, review!