Just a warning, the rating is PG-13 at the moment, but it will probably go up to R next chapter or so as things get deeper. Also, there is: swearing, suicidal thoughts, cutting, derogatory terms, alcohol, and sexuality in this story. A lot of heavy stuff, so please hit the back button if you are offended by any of this. Oh yeah, and slash will be mentioned a lot in this (this is a slash story, after all) and possibly heavy slash later on.

Disclaimer: Nope, definitely don't own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. And I don't own Jesus Christ Superstar either...

SUMMARY: What happens when you get two enemies roped into working together for a school production? Especially when those two boys are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, and have a strange power involving desire and sexuality? Chaos, that's what! HD, slash

Title: It May Surprise You

Chapter: Chapter One---Forced Participation

Author: DarkBryna1724

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---NORMAL POV---

"He can't be serious!" Ron's outraged voice yelled after Dumbledore announced that the school would be putting on a bunch of acts of various muggle plays and musicals.

Hermione looked at her boyfriend, exasperated at his continually bad language. "He is being serious, so calm down and be quiet."

"But I don't want to do a bloody show!"

She glared at him, and he sat down immediately. "Er, sorry." He looked weakly at her, a sheepish expression on his freckled face.

The brown-haired girl then turned to her other friend, Harry Potter, who was staring off into space as he was prone to doing lately. "Harry, did you hear Dumbledore's announcement?"

His glazed green eyes focused and turned towards Hermione. "Huh?"

Ron interrupted before she was able to say anything. "Harry, we're going to put on show that made up a bunch of musicals. Isn't it horrible?"

Interest sparked in the Golden Boy's eyes. "I've always liked stuff like that. As long as I don't have to be in it, I think it's a great idea."

The red-haired Weasly simply looked disgusted and slumped down, a mutinous look in his eyes. "I'll bet Malfoy'll go for the main part of the best one, the bloody prick."

"Ron! Even thought Malfoy is an intolerable person, that doesn't mean you should use such crude language. And didn't you hear? The parts are being assigned."

That little announcement got Harry's heart beating faster. It didn't sound good if they were being assigned! That probably meant he'd have be in it, and probably the biggest part. Damn! If this happened, gag...

"Hey Harry, look!" Seamus Finnigan's voice called out from where he stood with a crowd of people by one of the Great Hall's walls.

Warily, the messy-haired boy turned towards his fellow Gryffindor. "Harry, you got the of Jesus in 'Jesus Christ Superstar'!"

Oh shit. Why did he have to get stuck with all of this? This was just terrible! He didn't want to have the main part! Couldn't Malfoy get it? His steps a little jerky, Harry got up and walked over to the cast list for 'Jesus Christ Superstar'. It read:

Jesus: Harry Potter

Judas: Draco Malfoy

There weren't any more names under it, which was strange. All of the other productions had many more names, not just two. Strange, very strange.

"Look, Harry! You also got a part in 'Beauty and the Beast'! Ugh, wait...Malfoy's in it, too. Bloody bad luck, pal," Ron's bright voice called out to him.

What?! He'd have to do two, with Malfoy no less?! Intolerable! Wandering over to the 'Beauty and the Beast' list, he saw quite a few names under it. But what made him inwardly cringe was what parts he and Malfoy got.

Belle: Draco Malfoy

The Beast: Harry Potter

Ick! Harry wanted to throw up the supper he'd just eaten. How the hell had this screw-up managed to happen? Playing the Beast who grew to love Belle was just plain disgusting!

"I always knew you were a beast, Potter," Malfoy's insiduous voice interrupted the emerald eyed boy's thoughts.

Harry turned to face his greatest nemesis with a sneer on his face. "And I always knew you were a girl."

Malfoy's silvery eyes narrowed and a scowl crossed his pale features. "That casting is a mistake. I should be Gaston, not that idiot Zabini."

"Yeah, well the casting of you as Judas in 'Jesus Christ Superstar' isn't a mistake."

"And you as the pitiful Jesus isn't, either. It's clearly an indication that your days as the worshipped hero are over."

"And your days as the great Malfoy are are over, too. Everyone will find out just how evil you really are and you'll fall from your pedestal so hard, you'll go straight to hell."

"You aren't going to heaven, either. I know how dark you really are, Potter!" the blond's voice held a note of triumph, and Harry knew he could see past the mask.

"And I know you're really a weak fool," Harry whispered harshly, a glint in his green eyes.

"Damn you, Potter!"

"Likewise, Malfoy."

Malfoy leapt at The Boy Who Lived in anger, landing a punch onto the other boy's face. Harry retaliated with a kick into the blue-gray eyed teen's knee. They tumbled to the ground, rolling over and blasting punches and kicks as fast and as hard as they could.

By the time they were torn apart, both had numerous cuts and bruises, and there was blood on the fronts of their robes. They looked equally bloodied, and no one could exactly tell who'd won the fight.

"I'm ashamed of you two boys!" Professor McGonagall's voice screeched, outrage clearly written on her wrinkled features.

"Nothing new," Malfoy muttered beneath his breath, but Harry heard and snickered. Too true. The number of fights they'd had was too high to count, and McGonagall was ashamed every time.

"This is the last straw! Either you two resolve your differences or else you'll have detention for the rest of the year!"

"Now Minerva-" Dumbledore's kindly voice tried to reason with the angry Professor.

"No, Albus! This must be dealt with before they kill each other!"

The Headmaster sighed, hiding a little smile in his great beard. "Then, I have an idea that might just work. If you'll hear me out, that is."

She nodded, and motioned for the great wizard to continue. He cleared his throat and said to the two teens, "It is clear that there is great animosity between you two, so it won't be easy to erase all of that hatred. But I have an idea that might just work. Since the two of you are cast together in the production of 'Jesus Christ Superstar', I think it would be a grand idea if you two come up with various songs from it and put it together into a medly of songs. And if you two cooperate and the production is spectacular, you'll each be rewarded fifty points."

The two boys just stared at their Headmaster. That was it? Just work together on the production? That would be easy!

And Professor McGonagall must've had the same idea and protested, "But Albus, that won't help things at all."

The greatest wizard alive turned towards his trusted friend and said, "Ah, but I have a feeling that this will change things greatly. You'll see, Minerva. This is perfect."

With that, the Headmaster walked away, McGonagall hot on his heels. She was protesting the entire time it took them to leave the Great Hall, and Harry knew that it wouldn't end there.

"Dumbledore's off his rocker if he thinks that'll change anything," Malfoy muttered, rolling his eyes.

For once, Harry tended to agree with him. How was this supposed to end their hatred? Having to work together would probably get them both killed!

"Blimey luck, mate," Ron said, having heard every word Dumbledore had said.

Harry simply sighed, running a hand through his wild brown hair. Being forced to participate in a musical production was already horrible enough, but now he had to work with Malfoy on it? Alone? Damn, this was the worst thing that could happen to him! Why couldn't he just have any peace?

Draco's thoughts were running along the same lines, and they shared the expression of weariness that crossed their features. Things just couldn't be simple, could they? Everything was always so goddamned complicated!

They both stormed out of the Great Hall at the exact same moment, not realizing it of course. Draco headed towards the dungeons, and Harry immediately turned towards the Gryffindor Tower. The other students in the Great Hall were left to stare in confusion. The two enemies acting the same, that was unheard of!

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The next morning dawned bleak and miserable, and both Harry and Draco shared a simliar emotion again. Neither wanted to get up and face the world, and definitely didn't want to be forced to work together on the damned production.

Feeling dark and moody, both boys quickly dressed and made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. To their surprise, there was a giant banner hung up that read, 'CLASSES CANCELLED UNTIL NEXT MONDAY'.

What?! Classes were never cancelled unless something horrible was going on. But both teens knew that this was all because of the show, not anything life-threatening. Well, okay...this could get life-threatening for the two of them. But not anyone else, surely.

When Harry sat down in his usual seat, he saw some papers sitting there. There was a script for "Beauty and the Beast' lying there, along with a collection of songs from 'Jesus Christ Superstar'. Also, there was a schedule of rehearsal times.

Over at the Slytherin table, Draco was looking over the same papers that were in front of Harry. He scowled when he saw that the entire morning would be devoted to working on 'Jesus Christ Superstar'.

/Great, just great. I don't want to work on that now!/ Draco thought, dropping into his seat with an unusual gracelessness.

Likewise, Harry plopped into his seat as well. Neither ate their breakfast, and shunned the attempts at conversation their friends tried. Life sucked, and they both showed it.

"Harry, you have to eat something. You don't want to face Malfoy with an empty stomach, do you?" Hermione's voice interrupted any dark thoughts he was thinking.

He growled, knowing his friend was right. Unenthusiastically, he began shoveling food into his mouth, not tasting it as he swallowed it.

Over at the Slytherin table, Draco looked up and saw his enemy shoving food into his mouth and thought, /Uncivilized savage./

But he saw that Potter had a good thought in eating even if he didn't feel like it. They'd need lots of energy for the entire morning, of that the Malfoy heir was sure. And so the blond started eating as well, but with a lot more grace and better manners than his nemesis. Yet he didn't taste the food going down, either.

Half an hour later, breafast was over and the boy dreaded what they had to do next. His steps angry and jerky, Harry stalked over to the Slytherin table. A scowl on his tanned features, he said to Malfoy, "Astronomy Tower. Now."

The cold blond raised an eyebrow at the imperious command tossed to him. Malfoys never got ordered around! "And what if I don't feel like it?"

A hard look crossed the Golden Boys face that was anything but golden. "Now! I want to get this over with as quick as possible, so get up!"

"You know you're digging yourself into a deep hole right now, don't you Potter? Malfoy's don't get ordered around, especially by the likes of you."

"Get up!"

"How about, no?"

That was the last straw. Harry grabbed Malfoy's arm and jerked him off the bench. Stumbling, the silvery eyed teen tried to pull his arm away, to no avail.

"Let go of me, Potter!"

The emerald eyed boy paid no attention, dragging the smaller teen out of the Great Hall, much to the amazement of everyone else. The Slytherins looked shocked and ready to kill, and the Gryffindors were whooping and cheering.

After they were out of the Great Hall, Draco dug in his heels and jerked away from the taller boy. "What the hell was that about?!"

"I'm not in the mood for any petty games."

Malfoy sneered, "And I am? What you did was clearly petty!"

"Just shut up, all right?! I'm not in a good mood, I hate you, and I just want to get this over with!"

"Yeah, and I'm skipping for joy that I have to work with you," the blond haired teen retorted, sarcastically.

The tension was palpable betweent two of them as they strode up to the empty Astronomy Tower. Harry had chosen it because that way they would be alone, and no one would notice if they got into another fight.

Once there, Draco leaned against one of the stone walls, his arms crossed. "So what are we going to do?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Choose a song and I'll choose one."

The cold blond shrugged in negligent agreement, and started flipping through the packet of songs he'd been given. After a few minutes, he found one he thought would be good. "How about I do 'Heaven On Their Minds'?"

"All right. And I'll do 'Gethsemane (I Only Want To Say)'."

"Now that that's done, you want to start practicing?"

"We don't have any music," Harry protested, even though he knew the song by heart.

"So? I know my song and I can tell you know yours. Just sing," said an irritated Malfoy.

The Boy Who Lived sighed, his nose wrinkled in reluctance. "Fine."

*I only want to say

If there is a way

Take this cup away from me

For I don't want to taste its poison

Feel it burn me

I have changed, I'm not as sure

As when we started

Then I was inspired,

Now I'm sad and tired

Listen, surely I've exceeded expectations

Tried for three years, seems like thirty

Could you ask as much from any other man?

But if I die, see the saga through

And do the things you ask of me

Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me, nail me to their tree

I wanna know, I wanna know, my God

I wanna know, I wanna know, my God

Wanna see, I wanna see, my God

Wanna see, I wanna see, my God

Why I should die

Would I be more noticed than I ever was before

Would the things I said and done matter anymore

I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord

I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord

Have to see, I'd have to see, my Lord

Have to see, I'd have to see, my Lord

If I die, what would be my reward

Have to know, have to know my Lord

Why should I die

Can you show me now,

That I would not be killed in vain

Show me just a little, of your omnipresent brain

Show me there's a reason for you wanting me to die

You're far to keen on where and how and not so keen on why

All right, I'll die

Just watch me die,

See how I die

See how I die...

I was inspired,

Now I'm sad and tired

After all, I've tried for three years

Seems like ninety,

Why am I scared

To feel it, what I started,

What you started

I didn't start it

God, thy will is hard

But you hold every card

I will drink your cup of poison,

Nail me to a cross, and break me

Bleed me, beat me, kill me

Take me now before I change my mind

Now, before I change my mind*

Harry finished singing, and Draco looked at him in awe. Man, that boy had a voice like a god! It was so rich, and he could hit every high tenor note in it. You'd never think he could go that high, but damn...he sang amazingly!

Hiding his awe behind a mask, he said, "Not too shabby. My turn."

The other boy was a little peeved that he'd barely gotten a compliment for his singing, which he knew was pretty great. Sighing, he shrugged and let the other boy start his song.

*My mind is clearer now

At last all too well, I can see where we all soon will be

If you strip away the myth from the man

You will see where we all soon will be

Jesus, you've started to believe the things they say of you

You really do believe this talk of God is true

And all the good you've done will soon get swept away

You've begun to matter more than the things you're saying

Listen Jesus, I don't like what I see

All I ask is that you listen to me

And remember I've been you're right hand man all along

You've set them all on fire

They think they've found their new Messiah

And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong

I remember when this whole thing began

No talk of God then, we called you a man

And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died

But every word you say today

Gets twisted round some other way

And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Nazareth, your famous son should've stayed a great unknown

Like his father carving wood, he'd have made good

Tables, chairs, and oaken chests, would have suited Jesus best

He'd have caused nobody harm, no one alarm

Listen Jesus, do you care for your race

Don't you see we must keep in our place

We are occupied, have you forgotten pedan we are

And our conquerers object to another noisy sect

And they'll crush us if we go too far

If we go too far

Listen Jesus, to the warning I give

Please remember that I want us to live

But its sad to see our chances weakening with every hour

All your followers are blind,

Too much heaven on their mind

It was beautiful, but now it's sour

Yes, it's all gone sour

Listen Jesus, to the warning I give

Please remember that I want us to live

So listen Jesus, to the warning I give

I just want us to live

It's all gone sour*

/Wow, Malfoy sings like an angel! How can such a prat have such a pretty voice?/ Harry thought to himself, stunned at the purity of his enemy's voice. It was so strong and clear...and just spectacular!

Hiding this, he said in an off-hand way, "Not bad. Least I know you won't screw me up with a terrible voice."

The other boy's eyes narrowed. "Admit it, I have a great voice."

"You admit my voice is great, first."

They narrowed their eyes at each other, scowls blackening their faces. "I won't," they said at the same time.

"Arrogant prick!"

"Conceited jackass!"

With a yell of anger, Harry threw himself at the blond, tackling Malfoy to the floor. Malfoy responded by jamming an elbow in the other boys stomach. Potter winced, but immediately jammed a hand against the silvery eyed teen's throat.

Gagging, Draco kneed the brunet in the family jewels. Both of them rolled away, gasping for air. After a few moments, Malfoy managed to croak, "Damn you, Potter."

Harry squeaked out, "Likewise, Malfoy."

When they'd finally recovered from the skirmish, the two sat up and scooted as far as they could away from each other. Harry groaned, knowing that they still had three more hours together. Damn, they'd actually end up killing each other within a few days!

They sat there in silence for almost an hour, before the tension finally got to them and Harry asked, "Why are you always such a jerk?"

Malfoy looked surprised at the question, and Harry got a glimspe behind the other boy's mask before a sneer crossed the blond's face. But Harry knew what he'd seen, and it was something that hit him full in the chest. Malfoy had looked hurt and pain had been shining in those blue-gray eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter. I act the way a proper Malfoy should."

The Boy Who Lived snorted. "I always knew your family was a bunch of snobbish pricks, but you take it too far."

"Fuck you, leave my family alone!"

"What, missing dear Daddy?"

"Oh, you know all about that, don't you Potter? Being orphaned at such a young age and forced to live with despicable relatives. No Mama or Papa to tuck you in at night or take you out for ice cream."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"What, did I hit a nerve?" Malfoy sneered, his lips twisted into a mask of cruely.

His eyes narrowed in rage, Harry hissed, "At least I didn't have a sadistic father who beat me at any mistake I made."

"Sod off, you shithole! You know nothing of my life!"

"Actually, I do. Dobby has said quite a few things about you. And I've seen those bruises you've come back to school with."

"At least I didn't have to sleep in a cupboard till I was eleven."

"How do you know about that?!"

"Oh, I've heard things."

"Arsehole!"

"Bleeding idiot!"

"Fuckface!"

"Shitmouth!"

"Ferret!"

"Potty!"

They both started to crack up at how their insults had taken such a silly turn. Man, they were acting like little kids!

"Nice one, Malfoy. Really original."

The blond snickered, "Yeah, and yours were just brilliant."

"I try," Harry said, grinning.

"I can tell."

Abruptly, they noticed how chummy they were acting and their eyes widened in disgust. "Don't think I'll be nice to you now, Potter."

"Well don't think I'm going to go easy on you now, Malfoy."

Angry at themselves for letting the hatred betweent them to drop even for a moment, they both stormed out of the Astronomy Tower and headed towards their Houses. It didn't matter if the morning wasn't over or not. There was no way they'd work together anymore that morning, and that was final!

/I still hate the bugger, slimy bastard!/ Harry thought, throwing himself onto his bed, growling into the pillow.

/I hate him, making my barriers go down like that! I hate him!/ Draco thought to himself, slamming his fist against the wall of the Slytherin common room in anger.

It looked like the next week was going to be a rough one, and that was an understatement. Little did the boys know that worse things were yet to happen...things that neither boy would ever relish happening...

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Oh wow, I didn't know this was going to be so long. I've never written a chapter that's this long before. Anyway, I hope you liked it. It took about two hours to write, and I had to keep listening to the two songs over and over to write the lyrics down. So, the lyrics are pretty precise, but if there's a mistake, don't sue me!

Sorry if the storyline is still kind of vague. Just to let you know, it's another Draco/Harry get together fic that's going to be full of a lot of angst. It'll probably be somewhere around five chapters long. Oh yeah, and there are some cute sub-pairings that will be thrown in. You've already seen the Ron/Hermione one, but you'll see quite a few may be a little surprising...

Hints for next chapter:

-Slash involved (And I'm not telling who it'll be between)

-A secret of Draco's is revealed

-There's a party

ENJOY! And please review! I'd like to know how I'm doing and if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to make them! No flamers, though! See ya!