Title: Veela Prince

Author: SeverusHermioneForever

Pairings: Harry/Draco

Warnings: Lots of slash dudes. Weasley bashing.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I only own things you don't know.

"Get that one,"

"Ew no."

"How about that one? It suits you…"

"Malfoy, you do realize the colour is pink?"

"So?"

"So, boys do not go anywhere near Pink, otherwise they'll get killed by death eaters."

"So it's like not being able to wear pink on a Monday?"

"Something like that yeah. Ooh! How about this one?"

"Definitely not Potter. It's red!"

"What's wrong with Red?"

"You wear too much of it,"

"But you wear to much of green!"

"I'm a Slytherin. I'm cooler than you."

"So you're going to Slytherin into my bed?"

Malfoy sniggered at the joke.

"Oh my Merlin! That is an awesome guitar!" Harry rushed over to a black acoustic guitar. It was pure black and it looked like something out of the cowboy movies, but yet, it was perfect for Harry.

He gently took it off and carefully tuned it in and played a few notes before grinning at Malfoy.

"This is perfect!"

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Get it. I want to hear you sing in private," Malfoy grinned and Harry sniggered.

"How much is this guitar dear sir?" Harry called cheerily to a man with long brown hair tied back behind the counter.

The man looked up from a motorbike magazine that he was reading and nodded towards the guitar.

"That is £50. There's a sale on today so that's why it's so cheap."

"Good price. Here you go. Do you have any cases to carry around with?"

"Sure do. Here's the case, comes free."

"Thank you." Harry said as he put his newly bought guitar in his case. "You can have £10 extra tip."

"Thank you goodsir. Have a great day!"

"Sing something,"

"One second, I'm trying to think of something…"

"Is it a muggle song?"

"Might be. Or it might be a song that I completely made up…"

"Better not be about me,"

Harry sniggered before finishing of tuning his guitar and he sat upright on his bed.

"Got it!"

Malfoy lifted his head, eager to see what Harry got in store for him.

"Underneath these stairs, I hear the sneers and feel glares of my cousin, my uncle and my aunt. Can't believe how cruel they are and it stings my lighting scar to know that they'll never give me what I want…"

"Your song is about your aunt and uncle? Whyy?"

"Sssh. I'm trying to sing!"

"Sorry."

"I know I don't deserve these awful rules made by the Dursleys here on Private drive. Can't take all of these muggles, but despite all of my struggles, I'm still alive. I'm sick of summer and this waiting around, man its September so I'm skipping this town. Hey, it's no mystery, there's nothing here for me nowwwwwwww." Harry took a deep breath before playing some notes. "I gotta get back to Hogwarts, I gotta get back to school. I gotta get myself to Hogwarts, where everybody knows I'm cool."

"I don't." Malfoy sniggered and Harry gave a glare at him. "Back to witches and Wizards and magical beasts, to goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts. It's all that I love and it's all that I need. At Hogwarts, Hogwarts, I think I'm going back…"

"Not bad. Did you make that up?"

"No. I got it of Wikipedia."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Yeah I made it up. How awesome am I?"

"Not very,"

"Just because I play the guitar. I think you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous!"

"You are! Then why you're cheeks going red huh?" Harry gave Malfoy a playful nudge and Malfoy went redder.

"Sing again." Malfoy said sharply, lying opposite Harry.

"Ever heard of the Lion King?"

"What's that? An insect?"

"No. It's a muggle movie. One of the few I actually got to watch. Anyway, I'm going to see if there's going to be any music books in the muggle stores tomorrow."

"Sounds fun. Oooh, looks like you got mail!"

"You sounded like a girl then," Harry winked and grabbed his mail of Hedwig as she zoomed into the room.

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"I refuse to behave like a two year old Potter,"

"See. You did sound like a girl then,"

"Pffft. Now stop arguing with me and open your mail,"

"Impatient are you? Okay, okay," Harry raised his hands in surrender as Malfoy turned to glare at him. Harry slowly opened up the envelopes and at once, recognized it as Ron's handwriting.

Dear Harry,

What's up with you? I haven't heard from you in weeks! Fred and George say they saw you at their shop the other day with Malfoy! What the hell are you thinking? Spending time with that git? Urgh. Mum asks if Malfoy wants to come round for your birthday as well unfortunately. Anyway, Mum says you are welcome to come over to our house and don't say anything about you coming over here to risk our lives or something because otherwise she'll send you a curse howler or something. Say, you come over about 10 am? Oh, Neville is coming to along with Luna, since it's his birthday soon too. That all right? Ginny has been pestering about you. I think she's love sick. Ew. Did you really have to date my sister mate? Seriously? Anyway, have you heard from Hermione recently? I haven't. I'm just going to ask her if she wants to stay over for your birthday. I'm pretty sure she'll say yes.

Reply as soon as possible

Ron

The Music Lyrics are not created by me but from the amazing A Very Potter musical- Gotta Get back to Hogwarts. Check it out on youtube!:D