My pathetic attempt at romance
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Chapter Three: Songs and Poems do not make romantics
"Now that's poetry," Blaise said, staring at the piece of paper he held in awe.
"It's utterly perfect," Millicent gushed.
Crabbe shrugged. "I hate poetry."
"Do you really think it's all right?" Draco said, looking hopefully at them.
"Of course!"
"Absolutely."
"How am I supposed to know?"
"You're not helping," Draco told Crabbe dryly. "And don't talk back to me or I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the poodles."
Crabbe paled.
"I flunked poetry in school," Goyle said, with another indifferent shrug.
Blaise turned to him. "How can you fail poetry? We never had a poetry class."
Goyle scrunched up his nose, giving the image of a constipated blast ended skrewt. "Professor Lockhart made us write poems, remember?"
"Oh yeah..."
"Well I think it's perfect," Millicent insisted. For someone who looked so butch, she was frighteningly a rabid romantic. SO much so that he had even tried to bite Draco when he made an off comment about how Valentines Day was only made by the greeting cards company to boost their sale. "Besides, I helped in making it, and so did Goyle." She grabbed the paper from Draco's hands, ignoring Blaise's comment about sub par. "I'm going to write this on scented paper, and in the meantime, I think you should go get some roses now."
"Right, roses," Draco said wearily. He took out his wallet and sighed. "I think I'm going to use up all my life's savings on this one little date."
"It's not just one little date!" Millicent protested indignantly. "Your whole love life is at stake here, Draco!"
Draco ignored Millicent's indignant sputter. He started to walk out the door, when it was opened from the outside.
"Blaise!" Neville barged in the room.
"Neville!" Blaise cried, surprised to see his boyfriend.
"Longbottom!" Pansy asked in pure disbelief.
"Zabini!" Draco bellowed.
"Draco!" Pansy reprimanded.
"Vince!" cried Crabbe.
"Greg!" followed Goyle.
Draco turned to the two and glared. Hard. "This is not an introduction game, you two. Now why don't you make yourselves useful and play dead."
Crabbe and Goyle went for a quiet lay down.
"I have bad news." Neville cried.
Draco drawled. "Zabini, take your boyfriend and make out anywhere other than my room, please! I don't need the image of a naked Longbottom running through my mind." Draco shivered in disgust at the thought.
Neville looked at him with a frown. "You know what, Malfoy, you should actually be thanking me right now because this has something to do with you, you know!"
"Oh really?" He asked with a bored tone.
"Yes really. Word in the Gryffindor room is that you have no clue as to what you promised Harry. They're actually betting in there right now as to how Harry's going to break up with you." Neville shrugged.
Draco gulped.
"So they're already sure that Harry's going to break up with Draco, eh?" Blaise asked, a frown marring his face.
Pansy smiled. "Well, we'll just have to prove them wrong, now won't we?"
It was one of those rare times in his life that Draco Malfoy was thankful that he had such good friends.
"You know, if we want this to be really good, then we gotta start working hard right about now." Pansy continued to speak. "No more screw-ups..."
And so the preparations for the little romantic date continued, and soon, night fell.
6:45 Gryffindor Common Room
Harry got out of the shower, feeling stares of his fellow Gryffindors on him. "What?" he snapped at Dean Thomas.
Dean shrugged. "Well, I was just wondering how you're gonna break up with Draco. I betted that you'd beat him to a pulp first before you say in a really sexy voice, 'it's over, Malfoy.'!"
Harry stared at him, wide-eyed, and sighed. "You guys are crazy. I already know that Draco forgot about his promise but I'm not gonna break up with him just 'cause o' that." He said as he walked away from Dean and from the crowd of Gryffindors who wanted their money back.
Walking out of the Common Room, he felt the sad stares of his house mates, and somewhere in Harry's mind, he knew that it was because of the fear of Voldemort that they had a few loose screws.
Harry stepped towards the curtain that hid the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room.
"Password." Asked the obnoxious Medusa painting that was hanging.
"Fortune Plango Vulnera" Harry spoke and the painting swung open.
Harry responded to the greetings of the Slytherins (they had accepted him to be Draco's lover -forced because threatened or by their own accord) and walked to his lover's bedroom, only to be stopped by Frederick, a little Slytherin first year that happened to be one of Draco's biggest fan. He was carrying with him, something.
The boy said timidly. "This…this is for you." He handed her a pretty, heart-shaped card, and Harry stared wide-eyed at it.
"Er…um…thank you, Fred," Harry said, at a loss for what else to say.
"Oh, no!" Fred said, smiling. "It's not from me. It's from Draco—oh stupid, stupid Fred!"
Then, boy suddenly started banging his head on the wall, much to Harry's bewilderment. Had Draco been there, he would have something along the lines of 'does this show come with a free dinner as well?'
"Stupid, stupid!" the boy continued, screaming. "I must never tell—I was ordered not to! Fred, you are an idiot!"
"Eh, stop it, Fred!" Harry yelled, utterly confused. He stopped the poor boy from banging his head further and he was faintly reminded of Dobby.
"I'm so sorry, Harry!" Fred shrieked, and ran, sobbing all the way.
Harry scratched his head, still baffled. Fred was always very odd…he thought, staring after the boy. He then opened the envelope, his heart beating fast. What was written inside could have rivaled that of Ginny's in second year.
Eyes the deepest shade of emerald
Truly enchanting when you stare
I know I've never really said it
But thank goodness you're always there
Harry blinked stupidly for a second. Draco?
Locks of soft black tresses
So silky and so soft
I have always adored you
Even if I don't say it oft
Harry found himself blushing even redder.
Skin as soft as a baby's round bottom
EH?
Harry suppressed a loud chortle, and read on.
Lips I would love to kiss forever
Smiled as sweet as chocolate frogs
I am truly grateful for your sweet endeavor
Harry froze.
For years I have made your life a living hell
And our daily spats have been burned in history
Harry felt sudden tears rise up in his eyes. Oh Draco…
But the next line suddenly ruined the moment.
And I swear upon my hair gel and moose
Harry couldn't help it. This time, he laughed, long and loud.
Our relationship will not ever end in misery
Harry was now rolling all over the floor in his giggles.
He was only vaguely aware of the Slytherins watching him with frightened look on their faces.
Stupid Cupid has struck me with his golden arrow
I'm hopelessly in love with you, it's true
And it doesn't matter that our love is against all odds
For in the end I will still love you
P.S. Harry, I didn't forget. Happy Valentines Day.
Harry wasn't laughing now. He gently closed the card, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
Silly Draco…he thought as he walked towards his lover's room. What have you gotten yourself into this time…?
"Okay, one more time, Fred," Draco said irritated at the boy on the hands held tightly for fear of committing murder. The whole room was now completely dark, except for the light coming from the fireplace where Fred's head was. "What happened?"
The said boy explained hurriedly, struggling to talk through his sobs. "ohI'msorrymistermalfoybutIlostcontrolandItoldHarryaboutthecardandI'mreallysorry-"
"I still don't understand you, Fred!" Draco yelled in exasperation.
"I think he said something about Harry," Neville observed calmly.
"Harry?" Draco said, and he felt almost ready to throttle the boy in the fire. "What! What about Harry! Where is he?"
"I'm here, Draco!" a cheerful, shrill voice said from the end of the room.
"Merlin…" Everyone turned towards the door, and there, a smiling Harry was at the door.
"Hi everyone," he said. "Why is it so dark here?"
Utter pandemonium soon ensued.
Harry blinked in the darkness. Someone, through the entire hubbub caused by his arrival, had killed the light provided by the fireplace, and the whole room was now in utter darkness. There was a strange scent in the air, and he liked it, although he wanted to know what it was.
In the silence that followed, he heard someone whisper sharply, "Get into position! Get into position!"
"Draco?" he whispered tentatively. "Where are you guys?"
"Right here, Harry." came a husky voice from somewhere in front of him.
Suddenly, the lights went on, and Harry had the biggest shock of his life.
The whole room was filled with roses. Red, white, pink, peach, blue…the whole floor was covered with rose petals of every color. There was a small table at the end of the room, draped in a beautiful white cloth, and a candle in the middle.
But the biggest surprise of all was Draco. He was wearing an elegant robe that he had never seen the man wear before and in his hands were a bouquet of white roses, one of the actual few flowers that Harry could stand.
"Draco, what's..." he could not continue however for his throat suddenly felt dry.
"Happy Valentine's day, Harry," Draco said huskily. He handed the latter the beautiful bouquet, and openly gawked at him.
Draco only smiled, and pushed a chair back for him. He struggled to remember what Pansy had told him to say. And the fact that Draco Malfoy could speak six languages was in no help whatsoever. "Um…have a seat, my fair…err…amour."
From behind the giant table where they were hiding, Pansy and the others uttered a sigh of relief. Draco had gotten it right.
"I…"Harry sat down, rather clumsily. He had a bewildered look on his face. "Draco…this…this is so sudden…I mean…I never thought…"
Draco tried to stop his hands from shaking. "You…you look beautiful tonight, Harry," he quavered, "Like…like an angel."
"What is this all about, Draco?" Harry whispered uncertainly, staring wide-eyed at him.
"N-nothing," Draco said, trying to sound casual, but he failed entirely. He coughed nervously. "Ahem. Anyway…as I was saying…you look wonderful tonight, Harry. B-b-but, you always do, actually. Look beautiful, I mean."
Harry looked more mystified than ever.
Never before in their relationship together had the blonde openly complimented Harry. Usually, you had to extract it from the scathing words that he says. This was, truly, very rare.
"I've…I've always loved you ever…ever since…"Draco furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard. He had forgotten what to say.
Pansy peeked out, and mouthed the next line.
Draco looked at her and smiled. "Oh, yeah that's it," Draco said happily. "Ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you on the train. And when you didn't take my hand, I was really offended. That was the only reason that I was such an arse to you. But I never really noticed my feelings…but now I know that I do love you."
He took Harry's hand, and his eyes widened even more (if that was even possible).
"And I offer you a song," Draco said, kneeling down on one knee.
"That's your cue, Millicent!" Blaise whispered sharply to the girl. Millicent sprang into action, but she soon stopped, horrified.
"Oh no," she sobbed, "In all the chaos we had a while ago, we weren't able to discuss what song we were going to play!"
"That's all right, Millicent," Neville said comfortingly. "We can use any song anyway."
"Well, we've got to hurry!" Pansy said hurriedly. "Draco's already glaring at us! We're in big trouble!"
"Agh, do I have to do all the work!" Blaise whispered heatedly. He grabbed his wand and pointed at the sheet of paper that Pansy written song titles in and muttered a spell.
Music immediately began to play. Draco's scowl disappeared, replaced by a brilliant smile. He opened his mouth to lip-sync to the music, and he felt a little of his confidence returning.
"Boys, Boys, be my boy!" Draco lip-synced perfectly. "I wanna feel your body."
Harry fell of his seat.
"Stop it! Stop IT!" Millicent cried as she flicked her wand and muttered, "Finite Incantatum" while the music stopped abruptly.
Blaise smiled sheepishly. "Oops, wrong song."
Harry was laughing so hard, Draco had a hard time helping him up his seat. Draco's face was now beet red, and he gave one of his most vicious glares at Blaise and company.
"L-let me try again," Draco said through gritted teeth. Harry suppressed his giggles, and he looked expectantly at Draco.
"Let the expert handle this," Millicent said crossly, grabbing a sheet of paper from Blaise's hand.
Draco opened his mouth, and—
"If it's lovin' that you want, you should make me your girl."
This produced another round of giggles from Harry.
Draco now looked ready to murder someone.
"Let the expert handle it, huh, Bulstrode?" Blaise said triumphantly.
Millicent cracked her knuckles and scowled. "You made a mistake too, you know! And if you don't drop it, I'll punch your lights out, Zabini"
Blaise paled considerably.
"Maybe I can do this," Neville said, stepping forward to stop the two from fighting. He took the sheet of paper in Millicent's hand and randomly picked a song, casting the spell in the process.
"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you"
Harry sharply looked up to Draco, mouth hanging with a wild look on his face.
"Sounds like a good song." Millicent muttered. "But I don't understand what it means."
Crabbe and Goyle readily agreed.
Pansy looked at Neville. "What song did you choose?" she asked, looking at the paper.
Neville shrugged. "I don't know, one of these."
And all the people with the brain in the group congregated, fully ignoring the couple.
Meanwhile, Draco continued to sing...and dig his own grave.
"Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself"
Harry's mouth wasn't hanging at all anymore. In fact, it was pursed in tight line, his eyes were narrow, his face beet red.
Draco thought that Harry was just shy and was blushing.
Poor stupid Draco.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, now turning a fiery shade of red. "Stop it!"
When Draco didn't comply, he closed his eyes, readying himself for the next few lines, clutching the bouquet that his lover had given him.
"I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fu-"
"STUPID PERVERT!" Harry cried then…
SLAP!
BOOM!
BANG!
Draco fell to the floor, unconscious, and was soon covered by a pile of rose petals.
"Oh my God!" Harry yelled in dismay. He leaned over Draco. "Are you all right, Draco? I'm so sorry, I was just so shocked…"
"Oh, mommy!" Draco said dizzily. "I see stars!" He suddenly snapped back to normal, and at a bolt of inspiration, he looked straight into Harry's eyes. "And I see them in your eyes, my love."
"I don't get it," Goyle muttered to his girlfriend.
"But it sure sounded romantic…"Millicent said, beaming.
Harry's reaction seemed to prove Millicent's statement. "Oh Draco!" he sobbed, and throwing his arms around Draco, spoke in between the tears. "I don't understand what this all about, but actually I like it, and—"
"Which reminds me," Draco interrupted awkwardly, reluctantly pulling himself out of Harry's embrace, "I have something for you."
"I guess we can go get the food now," Crabbe said, nodding at Goyle. "While Draco keeps Potter distracted."
"You got it," Gregory said, and crept out, following the fat sack of lard.
"I'm not really sure if you'll like it," Draco kept talking, having spotted Crabbe and Goyle creep out from behind the giant table. "But you know what they say…it's the thought that counts."
"Of course," Harry said, still looking a bit bewildered.
"And I only want the best for you," Draco continued, reaching from under the table to get his gift. "So, I—"
A loud crash and a pained 'oof!' cut off his words. Goyle had tripped on a post at the corner of the room, sending him crashing down onto the floor. To everyone's horror, Harry had heard, and he turned to look at the fallen Slytherin—
"I LOVE YOU!" Draco suddenly yelled, and he before he even knew what he was doing, he had pulled Harry in for a passionate kiss.
Harry's eyes were now as huge as saucers, and so was everyone else's. Blaise hastily covered Neville's eyes.
"Don't look, love!" he hissed. "This is not fit for children!"
Neville tried to struggle out of Blaise's death grip. "Blaise, we've done more than just kissing, really."
Pansy made a disgusted face. "Okay, I so did not need to hear that."
"They all grow up so fast!" Millicent said, sobbing, before Pansy cried with her as well.
What the hell am I doing! Draco thought, and he quickly broke the kiss.
Before Harry could react, he presented his gift with a flourish.
"This for you, my fair cherry," ("It's Cherie!" Pansy hissed,), and he pushed his gift into Harry's hands.
"Oh…err…thank you, Draco," Harry said, blinking rapidly. He still hadn't recovered from the kiss, and he had a rather dazed look on his face.
"Come on, open it," Draco said, smiling nervously.
He gulped, and anxiously opened the beautifully wrapped parcel. It contained the CD Draco had bought earlier, and Harry looked up at him, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Oh Draco," he said tearfully, "You may have forgotten your promise, but you gave me the next best thing…"
"Yes, I did—no," Draco said after a beat, and then stared at him. "I didn't forget, Harry. You mean…this isn't enough for you?"
Draco stared at Harry dumbfounded.
Boy had he fallen for high-class!
And that's saying something considering Draco Malfoy was high-class!
"Huh?"
"You mean…I wasn't romantic enough?" Draco said dejectedly. "I know. I never really was good at anything…"
"Err…Draco…"
"I'm just a hard-hearted, callous Malfoy who never had a heart," he continued miserably. "I'm so sorry to have disappointed you. And to think you looked forward to it…"
"I did…but I think you got it all wrong…"
"I did, didn't I?" Draco replied, sitting down on a chair and burying his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Harry. Even after all the help I got, I still managed to ruin it."
Draco slumped in the chair, giving a mood of total defeat.
He had tried so hard...
In fact, this was the hardest he had tired on anything.
And it was still not enough. He still got it wrong.
Oh pity silly him.
PITY SILLY HIM! He thought, wallowing in his self-induced pity.
"Draco, stop."
"I'm such a low-life, a jerk, a creep—"
"Draco, stop!"
"—and I don't deserve to have you as a boyfriend, and—"
"DRACO STOP!"
Draco's head jerked back and he looked up at Harry. "What!"
"I think you somehow misinterpreted everything," Harry said gravely. "And you did forget."
"I did not! I tried everything to—"
"Please listen to me first, Draco," Harry sharply cut in. "That thing you promised me…you promised to take me to the Valentine's Day concert of the Pretty Boys."
"That's what I promised you!" Draco said, falling to the floor, looking like he was having a seizure.
"Yes, Draco," Harry said, sighing heavily.
"What! Why did I promise you that!" Draco yelled in question.
FLASHBACK
"Guess what, Draco!" Harry said, throwing the door open and marching over to his bed. "I heard the new Pretty Boys song on the radio today!"
"Now isn't that marvelous," Draco muttered under his breath.
He swore, if he were the jealous type, Harry would be pinned on the bed instead of yapping about some boy band.
"It's entitled, My Enemy, My Love," Harry continued dreamily. "I just love their songs. They are such a cool band! My favorite!"
Draco groaned. Oh no, he thought in dismay, Not again…
"And you know what, Draco!" Harry chattered on, "They write their own songs, too!"
"Uh-huh, yeah," Draco said through gritted teeth, furiously writing on his two feet parchment for Potions.
"And they're having a concert too, on the fourteenth of February!" Harry gushed, not noticing Draco's irritation... or the huge throbbing vein on his forehead. "I would just love to see them in person…to see them face to face, and to hear them sing on stage! They're just so wonderful, so cool—"
"So utterly incredible, so marvelous, so splendid!" Draco said mockingly, erasing a word that he had misspelled wrong because of Potter's incessant talking. "I know, Harry! You've told me, like the last twenty million times!"
"And they're so brilliant too!" Harry continued. "And so good-looking! And their songs are so nice and touching and cool—"
"All right already!" Draco finally snapped, cried mercy, and threw his parchment to the floor in his frustration. "I don't have time for this! I have work to do!"
"But you really have to hear them, DRACO," Harry protested. "I assure you you'll love them, and I—"
"Look, Harry," Draco said on an impulse, "If you stop going on and on about this boy band of yours, I promise I'll take you to their concert on the fourteenth of February. So could you please leave me in peace?"
"You promise, Draco?" Harry said brightly.
"Yes, yes,"Draco said impatiently. "Now go back to your homework. Snape's bound to hex you if you don't have at least a foot long note."
"Thank you, thank you, Draco!" Harry exclaimed.
"You're welcome," Draco said gruffly. "And remember, not one word about that band, all right?"
"You got it!" Harry said cheerfully, smiling as if Christmas had come early. "But don't forget your promise either."
"I won't forget," Draco said with a smug smile. "That's a promise."
END OF FLASHBACK
And he had forgotten about it.
Only when Harry brought it up on their Hogsmeade trip the weekend before had he vaguely remembered it. Even then, he was just jumping to conclusions.
And look at what it had brought him to.
Penniless for the whole month - because Narcissa wanted to teach his son that galleons do not grow on trees or gets pooped out of someone's ass.
Hair full of split ends - he believed it was stress induced.
Emotionally exhausted- you would be too if you had to spend you days full of sweet icky lovey-dovey crap.
And most of all, facing a sour faced Harry with a disappointed look in his eyes.
"I'm really sorry, Harry," Draco said, burying his face in his hands again.
"So that was what you promised!" Blaise demanded, outraged. "And you dragged me and my Neville away from our romantic plans to be out here for nothing!"
"It's not really all for nothing, Draco," Harry said softly.
The Slytherin Sex God turned to stare at Harry. "What do you mean?"
"I did like all this," Harry said shyly. "Even if it was a rather pathetic attempt at romance."
"You did?" Draco said, blushing. "Like it, I mean?"
"Of course!" Harry said, smiling timidly at him.
Crabbe groaned. "Aaargh. Mush."
"I think it's really sweet," Millicent said dreamily.
Harry and Draco stared shyly at each other for a few moments, inching ever so slowly towards each other. They were both blushing now.
And they went closer, and closer…maybe aiming for a kiss—
Then Crabbe had to go and spoil it all by suddenly shouting, "LET'S GET ON WITH THE DATE, THEN, DRACO!"
The poor fat sack of lard was throttled by the furious prince of Slytherin.
"It was the perfect moment!" Draco yelled angrily. "It was perfect, and you just had to ruin it!"
"Calm down, Draco!" Harry shouted, pulling the poor fatso away from the raging Slytherin Sex God.
"I think it's time we leave you two alone now," Neville said, setting down the food tray he carried.
Harry and Draco both blushed. "Thank you for all your help, really, guys," Draco said, rather awkwardly, unaccustomed to being the one that has to say thanks.
"No problem," Blaise said, grinning. "We know what a helpless little baby you are, anyway."
Harry quickly restrained Draco, and Blaise grinned wider.
"I'm really sorry that I disappointed you." Draco spoke.
Two hours had passed and the house elves had cleaned up his room, returning it to its original state of Slytherin pride colors of green and silver and black.
Harry laughed. "You didn't disappoint me. I expected as much, you know."
Draco raised a brow. "Expected as much?"
"Well," Harry spoke with clear conviction. "When I was talking about it and you said that you were going to take me to the concert, you didn't pull out your diary right away ("It's a planner, not a diary!" Draco cried outraged.), I knew you just said it to shut me up."
"Why didn't you bug me some more then?"
Harry smiled. "Because you look so cute when you concentrate on your homework." HE said as he kissed the tip of the blonde's nose.
Draco blushed. "I really do love you, though. That much I won't forget."
Harry's smile then melted Draco's heart.
"I know."
fine...
Songs sang are not mine and are property of their respective owners. Harry Potter isn't mine either. Thanks to Misty for letting me borrow some of her ideas. I love you. Also, many kisses to Karina-chan whom gave me some of her ideas as well. Me loves you all. Thank you!
