Harry burst into the great hall. He scanned the room and spotted his target. He walked confidently up to the Gryffindor table, boom box in hand. The messy-haired boy jumped onto the table. He smirked as he looked down at Hermione, then he pressed play.
Guitar and drums filled the room rapidly. Harry nodded his head to the beat, feeling the rhythm of the song through his entire being. He had dressed for this momentous occasion.
The Gryffindor teen was clad in tight black skinny jeans, a black suit jacket, and a pair of all-black converse trainers. He decided to skip a shirt so everyone could see his quidditch muscles.
He looked Hermione straight in the eye and began to sing:
"Breakin' my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
A breakin' my back just to know your name
But Heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink, you might miss
'Cause Heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said Heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight (hoo hoo)
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight"
Hermione stared up at her best friend. Harry thought that she looked rather impressed with him, though the look he was receiving was more along the lines of 'Harry how can you be such an idiot.' Which at this point in their relationship, one would think he would recognize by now. Just then Harry had made it into the chorus.
"Well somebody told me you had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential, I've got potential"
Hermione exchanged a glance with the redhead she was holding hands with. Harry, who was too in the zone, didn't notice. He tried to continue on with the song but was quickly interrupted.
"Harry!" Hermione bellowed, the boy stopped in his tracks. He looked at her and her freckled companion.
"Uh, yeah? What is it? I've got like two more verses and the chorus to sing a couple more times..." He said, anxious to get back to his performance. It is not every day that there is breakfast and a show. Almost every day, but not quite.
"How many times do I have to tell you I am not interested before you get it?" A very flustered Hermione spat at the boy. "It's nothing against you. You know I love you, as a friend. But romantically, I like girls!" She sighed exasperatedly. "I'm sorry that Ginny and you didn't work out, but honestly, I think you are projecting that on me now!" The redhead next to her stood up at this point.
"Harry..." The redhead began. "I know you feel Hermione stole me from you... But honestly, she just helped me discover who I've always been. My obsession with you was just me trying to hide that. Trying to be Heterosexual. I'm sorry you got caught up in it and I'm sorry you got hurt but PLEASE, stop trying to steal my girlfriend to get revenge." Ginny finished with a smile of pity for the boy.
At this point, Harry got off the table. His shoulders were slumped and his trainers were covered in eggs. He eyed the girls sheepishly, mumbled a half-ass apology, and walked out the great hall. The girls' eyes following him out, Hermione's arm wrapped on Ginny's shoulders.
Out in the hallway, Harry leaned against a wall. He sighed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he heard the door to the great hall open and footsteps approaching. Harry peaked open his eyes and was disgruntled to see Malfoy had followed him.
"What do you want? Don't you think they've humiliated me enough?" Harry barked out at the ice prince. The last thing he needed was Malfoy's lame-ass insults right now. He had too much on his mind already.
"I thought your voice was quite nice." The drawling voice spoke. This took Harry by surprise. He had expected something along the lines of another woman not wanting him, just like his dead mother. But no, the Slytherin boy had said something actually nice to him? A compliment even? Harry considered pinching himself to make sure he was still awake.
"Was that a compliment, Malfoy?" Harry looked at him with narrowed eyes, unwilling to trust his words. He and Malfoy are sworn enemies. Why on earth would he give him a compliment?
Draco looked him up and down, hesitating on the happy trail that led up to his quidditch muscle abs.
"Yes, Potter, it was a compliment. But don't get used to it. Just because today I find your voice enthralling, doesn't mean I will every day." Draco rolled his eyes in pretence but quickly found himself ogling Harry once more.
"Hey Malfoy, eyes are up here." Harry said, noticing the blond boys eyes had trailed down past the boys' waistline. Draco's eyes shot back up to Harry's, and he began walking closer to him.
"I think that both those girls are rather foolish." Draco started, taking another couple of steps closer. "A show with that much dramatic flair deserves to be appreciated." He said those last words as almost whisper as he drew close to Harry. One hand extended to the exposed chest in front of him, tracing the lines of his abs.
Harry shivered as the ice prince felt him up, their eyes interlocked. Why was his touch making him feel this way? He felt as if he was on fire, everywhere that Malfoy's finger touched. Whenever he and Ginny held hands or snogged it never felt quite so intense. Sure he felt the motion of it, but he didn't feel this passion, this want, this need
He grabbed the Slytherin's arm, pulled him close to his face, and said "You want to make me feel appreciated?" He saw the slow nod that followed. "Then show me."