New Beginnings Chapter Six: Antics and Auditions, Part 4, a harry potter fanfic

New Beginnings

By: Whyteroze28

Chapter Six: Antics and Auditions, Part 4

Seamus Finnigan couldn't sing if his life depended on it. Draco Malfoy smirked as he watched the Irish boy trying to hit the notes he was attempting to sing. It was enjoyable... except for the air pollution.

I seen the way the girls come and go

They can slip right through your hands

Everyone needs someone you know

It's so hard to be a man

When you're stalled you need a jump-start

Or you'll run all out of gas

(yeah)

We all need the kind of machine

That was really built to last

Well you'll know it's a jungle out there

Its dog eat dog

So unfair

CHORUS:

We stand together

Through thick and thin

We'll be that way

To the bitter end

We'll go on forever

We stand together

Together

Who'll defend you when you're not there?

Who will watch your back?

Is there anyone in the world to care

To keep you on the right track

There is always one more battle to fight

You can't do it all by yourself, no

You need some backup to make it right

Just a little help

Well, hey it's a jungle out there

Its dog eat dog

So unfair

We stand together

Through thick and thin

We'll be that way

To the bitter end

We'll go on forever

We stand together

Together

One thing you got to remember

Be there for each other

He's not a heavy you know

He's my brother

(guitar solo)

We stand together

Through thick and thin

We'll be that way

To the bitter end

We'll go on forever

We stand together

Together

We stand together

Through thick and thin

We'll be that way

To the bitter end

We'll go on forever

We stand together

Together

We stand together

He assumed the song was meant to be the Gryffindor battle cry, but it was hard enough to keep a straight face watching Seamus try to sing... if that's what you'd call it... and gyrate around the stage.

He took a look around the room and nearly lost his composure. Blaise and Pansy were snickering, as they attempted to cover their ears. Hannah and Lisa had abandoned all pretenses as they tried to escape the room, but it was magically shielded. Unfortunately it kept the caterwauling in as well. And Potter and Granger were standing there as calmly as if they were listening to chamber music.

Although, if the truth were to be told, Harry looked as though he were trying to astral project himself somewhere else.

As he watched, the other boy glanced over at him, and he was shocked. There was so much emotion in those eyes that he couldn't breathe. He knew that eventually they were going to be his undoing, those beautiful eyes.

He'd realized a few years ago that he was in love with Harry Potter. It wasn't one of those big "Oh, Wow" moments, but a gradual understanding. But, at the same time, he'd known that to reveal the truth would mean so much more than death.

Especially after Harry had had a hand in getting his father sent to Azkaban. Not that he was terribly broken up about it, but of course he had to keep up appearances.

So he'd threatened Harry's life, like always, and been extremely grateful to Professor Snape for showing up in the nick of time to prevent him from admitting that it just wasn't in him to hex Harry Potter.

Then they'd been called during 6th year. He'd known that he wasn't going to become a Death Eater... had in fact, been working for the Order for a good six months prior to the call. But he had been surprised when Blaise and Pansy had joined, and been welcomed by Dumbledore.

He'd gone into training with Snape, and for the months until school let out, he'd made batches of potions that Snape had said were sure to be needed. Along with perfecting the vision potion that he was planning to have someone sneak into Potter's pumpkin juice. Of course, things had changed since then.

A month after school had let out, he'd gotten a letter from Blaise.

You have to get ahold of Professor Dumbledore. Things are very bad here. I've been keeping an eye on Potter, and I don't think the Headmaster knows shit about the way the golden boy is treated during his holidays.

Draco had apparated to Blaise's hideout, and used a form-changing potion to meet up with Harry's cousin Dudley. The boy's atrocious attitude was an eye-opener, at least. It gave Draco an understanding of why Harry could ignore his taunts at school. The boy had been desensitized to violence.

Then, there had been his treatment at home. He'd given Blaise the excuse of an emotion-numbing potion to explain why he hadn't killed the Muggles, but the real reason was simply that Harry would have known the truth about him... and he still wasn't ready for the rejection he felt sure would be coming. Although he knew that he'd eventually make the Muggles pay in so many ways.

It hadn't been easy however. Upon reaching number 4's driveway with the oafish Dudley, Draco had been confronted with the sight of Harry washing the Muggles' car... shirtless.

The brainless cousin had proceeded to sling mud all over the car, and yell for his parents, telling them that Harry had done it. Draco was amazed to see Harry's uncle backhand his nephew, and order him to do it over.

Then, Draco had gotten an idea. Being assistant to Snape had gotten him in the habit of carrying a few potions with him at all times. One of which was a small vial of Veritaserum.

He managed to sneak it into Dudley's tea, and proceeded to question the boy.

"Why do you torment your cousin like that?"

"Because it's fun. And he can't fight back."

"You mean he won't?"

"No way, I mean he can't. He's not allowed."

"Why not?"

"He'd get expelled from school, and have to live here for good. He'd hate that, so he doesn't even try."

But, surely, he couldn't do much harm if he did fight back?"

"Yeah right. That freak can do real magic."

"Magic? Like what?"

"Well, I haven't seen him do much, except for blowing up Aunt Marge, and chasing off those hideous things that attacked us a few years ago."

"What hideous things?"

"He called them Dementors. They made me feel really weird, and scared."

"And he scared them off? It sounds to me like he saved your life. And you repay him by treating him like he's a servant? That's really twisted."

"No, I repay him every night. Of course, he doesn't see it that way, but it's the least I can do after that."

"What do you mean you repay him every night?

With sex of course. He always puts up a struggle, but I know it's got to be the only way he'd ever get any."

Draco had seen red at that point, and only a well muttered restraint spell had prevented him from going against his own earlier plans to leave the Muggles alone. He had wanted to kill the boy... and not with the Avada Kedavra curse, either. He'd wanted to rip him apart with his bare hands.

He had left as soon as humanly possible, only stopping to watch Harry from the end of the driveway. The black haired boy had looked at him with something close to disgust, and Draco knew it was because of the fact that he'd been pretending to be Dudley's friend.

Then Draco had done something he hadn't planned to. He'd waved, and said, "You deserve much better than them." Then he'd left, chuckling at the stunned and happy expression on Harry's face. Of course, that could have been because the car was now spotless.

Of course he and Blaise had gone straight to Dumbledore, and he'd informed the man about what he'd learned. Privately, of course, Blaise didn't need to know that.

It had been extremely satisfying to find out the Dumbledore had no knowledge of the horrors that Harry really went through. But sad as well, considering that the man was supposed to be keeping such a close watch on Harry.

And now this. The band had been an excellent idea, he had to admit it.

It was the only way he could see himself getting to know Harry, and maybe even becoming friends with him. He wouldn't allow himself to dream of more. It simply wouldn't work.

Suddenly, he was shaken from his thoughts by Miss Warbeak's voice. "Mr. Malfoy, are you ready to join us? It's your turn."

Draco grimaced, realizing that she had obviously been trying to get his attention for a while, and then he smiled at her. "Sorry, Miss Warbeak. I was just trying to tune out Finnigan. Those notes just weren't natural."

He saw Harry blush, and had to suppress another smirk as he took his place on stage. The lights dimmed, and he heard the opening notes of the song. 'It's now or never,' he thought as he began to sing.

My heart skips a beat like never before

My knees get weak when you walk in the door

I keep thinking maybe this time

But I can't speak and I don't know why

I dream about you night and day

What could make me act this way

CHORUS:

It must be love

The way that I feel

Something inside

(Oh)

Tells me this is real

Now I know why

It's you I'm thinking of

Now I know it must be love

Got butterflies and my head's in the clouds

Walking on air, and I float through the crowd

There's just one thing, pulling me through

I've got to get much closer to you

Wanna see you night and day

What could make me feel this way

It must be love

The way that I feel

Something inside

(Oh)

Tells me this is real

Now I know why

It's you I'm thinking of

Now I know it must be love

Before another day goes by

I'll tell you all the reasons why

(guitar solo)

Now I know why

It's you I'm thinking of

Now I know

It must be love

The way that I feel

Something inside

(Oh, yeah)

Tells me this is real

Now I know why

It's you I'm thinking of

Now I know it must be love

It must be love

(Yeah, yeah)

As the music died out, he couldn't resist a glance in Harry's direction, and what he saw made him gasp. Those eyes were filled with tears. And then he realized that Harry wasn't looking at him... was trying very hard not to. It wasn't possible. Did he know that the song had been meant for him?