All day he was distracted. He felt a sense of digression because instead of one thing distracting him, it was three: David Bowie, his dream, and Potter's note. After his last class of the day, History of Magic, he went up to his dorm. The initial shock had worn off by then, but it still bewildered him. Potter, of all people. He liked David Bowie? But he doesn't seem the type. Then again neither do I.. Well, to himself he did. But to others, he guessed not. For hours he just lay on his bed, pondering the subject until his head hurt.
He pulled the parchment out of his pocket and stared at it.
Oh you pretty things…Well, obviously he knew the next lyrics. But what would happen if he sent them back? What was Potter doing here? What were his intentions? Not knowing these things annoyed Draco to death. The only way to find out was to reply.
So he took out his quill and scratched out the remaining lyrics to the chorus. It felt weird, but kind of relieving as well. Draco really had no idea what would come of this, but what could it hurt?
That night at dinner, a white, brown-speckled school owl flew in and over to Gryffindor table. The owl in question landed right in front of Harry Potter and stuck out its leg. Without hesitation he untied it and leaned away from his friends so he could see if it was the reply he was waiting for. His eyes lit up as they read the following:
Don't you know you're driving
Your mamas and papas insane
Lemme make it plain
Gotta make way
For the Homo Superior.
A grin washed over his face as he put the parchment in his pocket. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, hoping to catch a certain blonde's eyes. He was unsuccessful, but only for not making eye contact. He did not see the mischievous smile across his female friend's face.
Draco Malfoy had very few stable things in his life. Well, actually, that's a lie. He had many stable things in his life. But none that he looked forward to like he did Harry's notes. He had not told anyone, of course. And he assumed Harry hadn't either. What would people think? Gryffindor's golden boy and the badass prince himself exchanging notes of a flirtatious nature that included David Bowie lyrics. A huge scandal, if it got out, no doubt. Draco didn't care though. Well, for now he didn't. He knew it would be misunderstood. But in the future, if there was a future to this thing, whatever this thing was….argh…His head hurt. He'd been analyzing it so much lately. What he meant was, in the possible future, he wouldn't give a fuck if people knew.
Draco liked this strange sort of flirting with Harry. In sixth year, the animosity sort of just faded away. Mostly because Harry was so devastated and depressed for most of it, and because Draco was busy converting and ridding himself of his father and everything bad that went with him. He was still arrogant and sometimes a bastard, but since his father was dead, he found himself less tense. And it was nice.
And this thing with Harry, whatever it was, was nice too.
An owl flew in and interrupted his thoughts. But it was a welcome interruption for obvious reasons. Draco reached out and took the parchment from the owl, unrolled it and read the familiar slanted handwriting.
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on….
"Ohh..good choice, Harry," Draco whispered, referring to the song. Smiling, he wrote down the corresponding lyrics and sent the owl off again.
"Tell me Ron, am I ever going to beat you?" Harry asked his friend, making a very bad move with his pawn. The pieces began yelling rude remarks at him.
"Oi, really Harry, do you need to ask that," Ron laughed, moving his queen so that Harry was in check.
Hermione suddenly came bounding down into the common room carrying something in her hands. Ron and Harry looked up at her from their chess game with questioning looks.
"Guess what I got?" she squealed.
"No clue Herm, what?" Ron answered.
"Oh, Harry, you're gonna love it. Did you know that David Bowie made a movie?" she inquired.
"He did?" Harry cried in disbelief. The chess game was forgotten.
"Yeah, and it's brilliant. I asked my mom if she would send me our copy and she did, along with a small TV and one of those dvd player thingies. Wanna watch it?"
"Do I!" he cried. With that, the three of them went up to the boys' dorm room and spent the afternoon ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the film's magnificence. Well actually, only Harry and Hermione. Ron wasn't really into David Bowie, though his parents had thought otherwise. They'd sent him that poster for Christmas because they'd heard that Harry loved Bowie, and so Ron must've too. The man was too poncy for Ron's taste.
Afterwards, Harry lay on his bed staring up at the canopy. Hermione went over and sat on the edge, thinking she knew of what he would ask next. They sat for a minute or two in silence. Ok, maybe I need to prompt him, she thought.
"So, you liked it then?" she asked innocently enough.
"It was fucking brilliant," he replied quietly. More silence. Just when Hermione was about to give up, he asked.
"Would you mind if I borrowed the movie? Well, and the other stuff. You know, so I could watch it again." Ha, knew it, she praised herself. Harry sat up and his green eyes pleaded with her.
"Oh, all right. But you better take care of it. If anything happens, I swear.." she warned.
"Yes, yes, I know. Don't worry. I'll take good care of him. I mean, it," Harry blushed.
Harry's latest note surprised Draco. It had not been a song lyric, but an actual question. Did he know that David Bowie had made a movie? By gods, no. But what a brilliant movie it had to be if he was in it. Of course Draco had heard of movies. When he had been younger, his mother would take him down to their basement (not dungeons) and would play old movies for him. The black and white ones specifically. But in his later years, Narcissa had let him watch color movies. And he had loved them. They were ingenious. Muggles weren't totally useless. Some of them were bloody brilliant directors, but he would never actually admit that.
He pulled out his quill and penned his response saying, no, he hadn't known, what about it?
Twenty minutes later the owl came back. Harry wanted to know if he wanted to watch it. With him. Wait a minute…passing notes was one thing, but to actually get together, to drool over this man together? Hormones would be flying. That could be scary. Are you saying you're scared, Draco? came his argumentative inner voice. No, of course I'm not! How dare you accuse me of that! Malfoy's are never afraid! And so he sent back an affirmative reply telling Harry to bring the movie and things to his room the next evening. The next day happened to be a Friday. Date night, whispered the voice again. Yes, it is date night, so no one will notice Harry and I on our NON-date. Now shut up!