Playing Passion
Summary: In a post-Voldemort world, the Golden Trio we've come to know and love start a band in between their sixth and seventh Hogwarts years. As Harry should know by now, he'll never be able to do something without something turning out weird or wrong. Of course, he'll have to find that out on his own. An eventual slash story. Co-op story written by BlahnessMucho and Novalights.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or places or anything, the lyrics are from the song "Saturday Nights Alright" by Nickelback. They ROCK!
Authors Note: I know I know its been like a month but I have had some very important things to do and blah blah blah.
Well just so you know this is Tai a.k.a Novalights writing this chapter and I hope I can follow in Ayane's footsteps.
Chapter Two
Morning. The most horrible time of the day. When everything is new and sunny. God damn the sun.
Harry woke the next day, rubbing away the sleep from his piercing green eyes. Grumbling and muttering, he began to make his way to the bathroom. Picking up a change of clothes and his toiletries, he went to take a shower. Stripping down to nothing, he stepped inside the tub. Turning the nozzle to the perfect temperature, he began to wash himself. His thoughts became plagued by the blonde cutie from last night. His almost bleach blonde hair and his piercing silver eyes. Oh he could stare into them for hours. Subconsciously, his hand began to pass over his six-pack and move to his groin. As his fingers lightly stroked his growing erection, images of the gorgeous blonde flooded his mind.
Those silver eyes and full pink lips.
...he stroked his erection faster and faster, feeling himself nearing his climax.
Images of them kissing and groping each other, a trail of kisses and love bites leading down to the blonde's groin.
Biting his bottom lip to keep from yelling in ecstasy, he came violently in his hand. Panting and trying to regain his breath, he washed himself down and turned off the shower. Drying himself off, he put on a pair of black boxers, black trousers, and a sleeveless green top. Reaching into the cabinet, he pulled out his gel. Working the blue substance into his hair, he began to hum. Just a simple melody he came up with. As he tried to put words with it, he completely lost the melody. Sighing, he went out to the kitchen.
"For the last time Ron, I said I'll think about it. Now leave me alone!" Hermione yelled. She had been twirling her hair between her finger as she read her book.
"Awww, come on Hermione," Ron whined. "You could just say one or the other and just get it over with. Please I'm begging you!"
"What's he crying about now?" Harry asked as he came into the kitchen. He walked by, rumpled Ron's hair, and gave Hermione a peck on the cheek, knowing full well that it would piss Ron off to no end. Sure enough, when Harry looked at him, there were pink patches on his cheeks and ears.
"Well someone's on cloud 9 this morning," Hermione said, looking at Harry with knowing eyes. "Well what's his name and when are we going to meet him?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on Hermione, I don't even know his name," Harry admitted sheepishly.
Ron, who was still kind-of wary to his best friend being gay, chose to stay completely out of the conversation and went back to his cereal.
"Well... did he seem like someone you could talk to and share things with, like your most precious secrets and ambitions?"
Harry stared at her like she was crazy, and started to drink his pumpkin juice.
She sighed."Well is he shaggable, then?"
Ron started to choke on his cereal and Harry started to cough.
"Merlin, Hermione, I was eating here!" Ron exclaimed, starting to look sick.
"Oh Ron, he's been gay for over two years, just get over it."
"Yeah Ron, it's not like I'm going to grope you in your sleep...unless you want me to, that is." Harry added the last part with a sly grin on his face.
Ron got up and went to the bathroom, leaving Harry and Hermione doubled over in laughter.
The three friends made their way to Platform 9 3/4. The grand clock showed 10:59, giving them just enough time to find an empty compartment and get rid of their luggage, without missing the train. Ron and Hermione both said goodbye and left the compartment because of a prefects meeting. Sitting alone in the compartment, he pulled out his notebook and began to write. At first they were just words and then he began to hum. The melody that he had been hearing for two days came back and this time the words fit the song perfectly. Humming turned to mumbling which then became singing as he wrote faster and faster, praying that he wouldn't lose his train of thought. Setting down the notebook, he began to read through and sing his newly written lyrics
It's getting late, I haven't seen my date
So tell me where the boys get in
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a bar full of winos
And his old lady she don't care
My sister lookin' cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
pppp...packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a woman who'll see me right
I could use a little muscle to get what I need
I'll drink a fifth of jack and scream out "she's with me!"
A couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats from the bottom of a glass
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night's Alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night's Alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night's Alright
What Harry didn't know was that while he was singing, a familiar figure was walking towards his compartment door. The blonde haired figure listened to the voice, instantly recognizing it as the guy who sang at Club Starlight last night. Moving to the door, he peered inside of it. The singer had his back to him and was playing air guitar while head banging as he was singing it at the top of his voice. He didn't hear the door slide open or close and only stopped when he felt someone poke him in the back. Blushing madly from being caught in a very compromising position, he turned around slowly to see the blonde haired figure from last night.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Harry asked, wishing he would die on the spot.
"Oh yes, very much," he said smiling.
Harry blushed more, feeling more embarrassed as the conversation went on. The guy in front of him looked so familiar, and yet he didn't at the same time.
"If I remember correctly, you never told me your name," Harry said, changing the subject.
The blonde laughed. "Well you caught me there. My name is Draco Malfoy."
It was if all the air in the room had dissipated. Harry's throat started to shrink and he thought his stomach might flip right out of him.
Is he telling the truth? Is he really Malfoy! Oh god ...I'm falling for my enemy. Who ever said keep your friends close and your enemies closer was right on the money, apparently. Well better give him the shock of his life.
"Err- hello. My name is…Harry Potter."
Draco's face fell. I dreamed and wanked off to the image of my rival. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. Breathe. Breathe. How could this happen to me? How can I still like him?
"Are you sure you're Harry Potter?" Draco asked, praying that this was just a sick joke.
Harry pushed his bangs out of the way to reveal a more skin colored lightening bolt scar. Draco's eyes bulged out, and he began to get a light twitch in his left eye.
"This is...so wrong...I can't...can't deal with this." With that being said, he turned on his heel and practically ran out the door.
Harry couldn't help but feel bit hurt at the way he just took off, like he was some disease ridden creature. Sitting back down, he would stare out the window until Ron and Hermione came back. After a half an hour of watching the scenery blazing by, he heard familiar voices coming his way. Hermione and Ron both came in, dressed in their school robes.
"Hey Mate," Ron said, plopping down next to Harry. " Did you miss us?"
"Harry are you alright, you look kind-of depressed?" Hermione asked, worry instantly crossing her face.
At first Harry didn't say anything but then he couldn't stand not telling her what had happened. "Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?" She stared at him and nodded her head. "Sorry Ron, but I'd rather tell her first. It concerns my sexual life." Ron nodded his head and shooed them out of the compartment. Once the door was closed, Harry pulled Hermione away from the door and down the corridor a bit.
"Well, you remember that guy I was talking about." She nodded "Well he goes to school at Hogwarts and he's in our year."
Hermione smiled and drew Harry into a hug. "Oh that's so wonderful Harry! I'm so happy for you."
Harry pulled away. "Its not just that Hermione. The guy I like is...Draco Malfoy," he whispered
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Hermione asked.
"I said Draco Malfoy. He was the guy at the club. The one who has been on my mind and…I'm starting to like him...really like him."
Hermione looked mildly shocked, but asked anyway. "And is that the worst part?"
"Well...yes and no. I mean he's been my rival for six years and all, but the worst thing was when I told him who I was...it was like he couldn't get away from me fast enough. The look in his eyes was pure fear," Harry finished, sighing and shaking his head.
"I'm sorry Harry. You can't seem to catch a break, can you?" Hermione asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Harry gave her a sad smile. "Yeah but with my life what do you expect. Thanks for being there Hermione, but can you not tell Ron? He's still kind-of freaked that I'm gay. He doesn't need this too. This might kill him."
"I promise Harry I won't tell a soul. I'm glad that you felt that you could confide in me. That means a lot to me."
"Thanks Hermione. I love you," he said, giving her a big hug.
"I love you too, Harry," she said, returning the hug.
The two walked down the corridor, unaware that the guy they had just been talking about had heard the whole thing.
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