Author's Notes: Okay, this still follows Gravitation's plot, but hope it won't be boring! lol I've made changes here and there and I've also changed some of the dialogs. Hope it helps in deviating from the original plot little by little. I'm also adding some scenes that definitely didn't happen in the anime. Hope you enjoy them! I was surprised by the reviews for only the first chapter! They made me accelerate the writing of the 2nd! Thanks! BTW, I might need a beta as English is not my first language. Eep! If you consider I desperately need one say so and I'll start a public search for one. Ahaha!

The translated from Japanese song featured is 'Anti-Nostalgic.' It's sung by Kinya Kotani, the singing VA for Shuiichi Shindo in Gravitation. Translation obtained from Beelyrics . com

Replaced. When I uploaded the chapter I didn't notice a paragraph that got italized as part of the lyrics in the uploading process! I've also fixed some silly mistakes. lol

2: The Rage Beat

When Draco broke the kiss he left Harry standing and disappeared behind doors. Harry touched his lips confused and wondering what in the world had just happened. He let his body drop to the floor and remained seated there for what seemed like an eternity. People entered the building or left it. Some glanced at him curiously, but no one bothered asking what was wrong with him. After a while he got up and left, still feeling extremely confused about what had happened.

He finally ended up in the small apartment complex where he lived with Ron. They had been sharing an apartment ever since they had graduated High School. None of them had aspired to enter University as from school they had promised each other that they would become a band. They had the name 'Bad Wizards' since school too.

Ron looked at Harry as the messy haired boy entered their flat. The boy dropped himself unto a couch and lifted his knees to his chest. He embraced his knees in fetal position and Ron quickly approached him. "Hey! Everything alright?"

Harry gazed at Ron and nodded. He suddenly lightened up and jumped from the couch, startling the redhead. "I'll fix dinner!" Harry stated happily and disappeared behind the kitchen. Ron shook his head as he smiled.

XxXxX

During the next few days Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley kept rehearsing two songs. Ron kept thinking that something was missing. Bad Wizards needed something else, but he couldn't bring himself into telling Harry about that. With time he hoped Harry would figure it out.

So far they had been rehearsing in their apartment, but for that Thursday they had gotten permission from Oliver Wood to rehearse on the stage they were going to play the next day. Neville Longbottom was with them nervously listening to the rehearsal when three young men appeared. The lead singer from Slytherins, Blaise Zabini, had arrived with his band members Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Blaise looked at Harry and Ron with disgust. "We are to practice here now. Disappear." He waved his hand as if he could make Ron, Harry, and Neville vanish just like that.

Neville hardened his gaze. "Mr. Wood has given permission for Bad Wizards to practice here as they are one of the opening bands of the concert tomorrow."

Blaise raised an eyebrow and looked at his band members. "Bad Wizards? Have you ever heard of that?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed mockingly as they shook their heads. "Look. It's our concert tomorrow. Slytherins is the band the fans are coming to see and Slytherins is the band that will practice now. Leave."

Neville was loking bewildered. "Didn't Mr. Wood inform you that before your concert there will be six bands playing for evaluation purposes?"

Blaise looked sickened. "Six bands? SIX BANDS? I wasn't informed of such a thing! We don't need any sort of opening! The fans will come to listen to us!"

Neville took a deep breath. "Sorry to disappoint you, but yes, six bands will play before you and Bad Wizards is one of them." Harry stuck out his tounge at Slytherins from behind Neville.

Ron laughed and suddenly said: "Do not fear. We'll try our best not to humiliate you. You'll still be able to give your concert and please the fans." He winked at Blaise.

At that moment five women dressed in black and wearing shades came from different parts inside the building and pointed guns at the men. Blaise paled as Crabbe and Goyle hid behind him. Neville blanched looking as if he could recognize those women and Ron quickly got in front of Harry protectively.

One of the women asked: "Who is Harry Potter? We've been sent to look for Harry Potter."

Ron looked back at Harry with a bewildered expression and Neville did the same looking horrified. "What the fuck did you do?" Ron asked Harry, a concerned look on his blue eyes and facial features.

"I... I have no idea!" Harry replied looking terrified.

The women got on the stage and surrounded Harry, Ron, and Neville. "So you are Harry Potter?" Harry nodded timidly. "You're coming with us." Two of the women grabbed Harry and the other three followed. Soon they had Harry outside and got him inside a limousine.

Neville still looked shocked and asked: "What do they want with him? Mrs. Wood shouldn't know Harry!"

"You know them?" Ron asked Neville.

Neville nodded. "They're Mrs. Wood's employees!"

Harry was nervous inside the limo. "I've never asked for any strange loans. The money I have used is money I inherited from my parents and godfather and... and... when I've needed a loan I've asked Ron, not the mob!" He was almost babbling as one of the women playfully pointed her gun at his groin. Harry gasped when she placed the cannon exactly on the area where his balls were. She pulled the trigger and Harry felt a wet spurt. He blinked as he saw he was wet in that area and the women started to laugh. "You kidnapped me with water guns?" He asked incredulously.

The woman that had just 'shot him' smirked. "No. Only this one was a water gun." One of the other women placed her own gun on Harry's temple and pulled the trigger too.

Harry thought he would faint as water splashed his temple and face. "They're all water guns..." His voice trembled and the women laughed even more.

"Okay kid, we're just following orders and they didn't include killing you. We're taking you to our boss." The woman that had seemed like the leader spoke with a serious expression.

"Who is your boss?" Harry asked nervously, but none of the five women replied.

They arrived at a pub and the women escorted Harry into a private area. Harry recognized the woman that had been angry at Draco before. She gestured for Harry to sit down and he quickly complied. He could remember that Draco had called her Pansy.

"So you're Draco's new toy, huh?" She eyed Harry up and down. "One thing is playing with women, but I never thought I'd see the day he would start playing with little boys."

"Little boy?" Harry asked stupefied.

"Look kid, I need your help alright?" Harry blinked. "I have an offer for you."

"I'm not interested," Harry started to get up, but another voice stopped him.

"Not even if it could mean a quick start on your career, Mr. Potter?" The man behind Harry smiled.

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Oliver... Wood?" He had seen Oliver Wood plenty of times before. He had seen the man in concerts playing the keyboard for Griffin Power. He had also seen the man from afar in the G-P musical company. Oliver Wood was the man that could turn into Bad Wizard's principal sponsor. Harry extended his hand to shake Oliver's, but Pansy interfered.

"No way you're going to touch my husband so easily, brat."

"Husband?" Harry looked from Oliver to Pansy and thought he was in some sort of twilight zone. When he had seen Pansy angry at Draco he had thought she was a jealous ex-lover.

"Yes, Oliver is my husband. We have an offer for you that you cannot refuse and it of course has a lot to do with my little brother, Draco Malfoy."

Pansy and Oliver tried to convince Harry of sealing the deal for Bad Wizards even when Oliver hadn't listened to how they sounded like yet. They wanted to use Harry to get close to Draco, who had been rejecting his own family and relatives.

"I can't do that. I will sing tomorrow and you will evaluate me, Mr. Oliver, just like you will do with the other bands fair and square. As tempting as the offer might be I won't accept it. Still, I do want Draco to mend his relationship with his family so I will do my best in helping you without any payment."

Oliver smiled at Harry. "Thank you. I'll be seeing and listening to you tomorrow then, Mr. Potter. Hope you'll impress me. Good luck."

Harry nodded and was about to leave when Pansy said: "Be careful with my brother. You'll only get hurt by being with him. He plays with his toys, gets bored, and discards them as rubbish. I don't want to sound nasty. I'm just being honest and you look like a nice kid." Harry nodded again not looking back and fled from that place.

He took a cab still thinking about Pansy's words. He wanted to see Draco badly and when he gave the address to the taxi driver he gave Draco's instead of his own. The taxi left him in front of the luxurious complex and he went to the intercom system and dialed Draco's flat number wondering if the man was there. The voice he wanted to hear so badly came through the system. "Who is it?"

"It's Harry..." The young man stated unsure of himself and heard the buzzing of the door allowing him entrance to the building. He opened the door and soon found himself in the elevator, thoughts of Pansy and Oliver still lingering wildly in his mind.

As he reached the door to Draco's flat he was about to press the button to alert the writer when the door opened. Draco stared down at him, a cigarette between his lips that he quickly removed to discard. "What do you want?"

"I... I wanted to... I..." Harry felt as if he had forgotten why he had come."

"Get in," Draco stated expressionlessly. Harry followed the man and simply stood behind him. "You can sit down," Draco told him, but Harry didn't sit.

"Are you angry at your family?" Harry suddenly regretted asking that as he saw how Draco pierced him with a glare.

"How much is she paying you? Tell me! How much is my loving older sister paying you? I thought you were better than that. You disappoint me, brat. Get out of my house."

Harry stood unable to move for a long minute and tried to speak. "No one is paying me for anything! I came because I cared! I..."

Draco approached him. "Everyone does everything for their own selfish purposes. No one does something in exchange for nothingness. There is only one's own selfish desires involved."

"I simply wanted to help you... I thought I could be part of something that had to do with you..." Harry lowered his eyes, but suddenly stood on the tips of his toes to reach Draco's face and kissed the man, but got no response. He wasn't pushed back in rejection either though. Draco simply did nothing. "Why did you kiss me that day?" Harry asked in a whisper, feeling wetness in his eyes.

"To make you shut the fuck up. Now leave. I have things to do."

Harry ran out of that flat trying to hide the tears that kept coming from his eyes. He didn't look back as he got to the first level and ran out of the elevator. He wanted to disappear and soon was able to get as far from the building as he possibly could before looking for a taxi. From a balcony, Draco sighed as he saw the boy leave. He had seen the tears coming from the boy's eyes even when Harry had tried to hide the fact that he was crying. Draco was feeling a headache coming up and decided to get an analgesic. There was something about that boy that as annoying as the brat was he enjoyed seeing him. The next day he would definitely listen to Harry's song even if it was just to kill some time.

XxXxX

Ron was worried about Harry. After his best friend returned safe and sound to their apartment after being kidnapped from their rehearsal he hadn't spoken. Harry had simply locked himself in his room and didn't even come out for dinner. Ron hoped that the next day Harry would be better and so it seemed.

Friday morning Harry showered and had breakfast normally. He even flashed a happy smile at Ron, but Ron could see hurt behind Harry's bright green eyes. He didn't ask what had happened. He would ask Harry after the concert. Ron thought that if he asked at that moment Harry would get lost in miserable thoughts and wouldn't be able to sing. He knew Harry very well and the boy could easily block himself.

In the almost late afternoon Ron and Harry were getting ready in a room. The opening was about to start, but they were going to be the last band of the opening for Slytherins. Harry was feeling nervous as he checked himself in the mirror one more time. Ron laughed. "You look as cute as always!"

"Are you sure, Ron? I even put gel on my hair and instead of getting it tamed it froze looking all spiky!"

Ron laughed again. "You hair looks pretty cool!"

Harry was wearing a yellow sleeveless t-shirt and black shorts. Over those clothes he had a black sleeveless trenchcoat that was open to reveal the clothing underneath. He had black boots that reached the middle of his legs. Over his head he had goggles of the same yellow colour of his sleeveless tee, adorning his head like a diadem instead of covering his eyes. Black and red hairs were frozen going in every direction under the goggles and the rest of his head. Ron on the other hand had a simple blue satin long sleeved shirt completely open and revealing the creamy skin of his chest. He had long black pants and black shoes. His long red hair was completely loose falling over his shoulders. His neck had several black strings adorned with natural objects like fangs and even seashells.

"What if I mess up, Ron?"

"You won't." Ron got in front of Harry and forced the boy to look into his eyes. "You will make an impact out there." At that moment they heard the first band start singing.

XxXxX

Oliver wanted to cover his ears. The first band was really bad. Neville was horrified hoping that Bad Wizards wouldn't sound like The Wheezes. The twin redheads were awful and their band was awful too. Oliver turned to Dean Thomas, his secretary, a hand on his forehead. "Please kindly refer them to another company. G-P Company loves to help amateurs, but they are too much. They need classes for God's sake!"

Soon The Wheezes finished their disaster and a new group appeared on stage. They had a great band and it was a duet composed of a girl who sang and a young man who rapped. They were extremely good. Dean looked at Oliver expectantly and asked: "Are they ours?"

Oliver shook his head. "Anisha and Bobo are already well known actually."

"Those are 'the' Anisha and Bobo?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Yes. They are simply changing companies because they had legal problems with their old one. I won't take them though. Right now my mind is in creating new artists, not taking old ones. Refer them to my old friend Severus Snape. He will make a great new sponsor for them," Oliver replied lazily. Dean quickly took notes as a new group came to the stage. It had five singers.

"Who is that group?" Neville asked.

"BoysWays. I have to listen carefully to these as they are brand new." Oliver started to listen to the song, which was very catchy and had a very upbeat and happy rhythm. The group looked like four boys and a girl. They danced very well as they sang with very pretty voices.

"Those boys are too pretty and sing like girls," Neville stated twitching.

Oliver laughed. "That's because they ARE girls, Neville! You make me laugh!"

"Why do they call themselves BoysWays and dress like boys?" Neville asked alarmed.

Oliver laughed again. "That's their style. One of them is a real boy actually. I have to check him out carefully and so far I think he's alright in the group."

Neville looked carefully at the singing group and turned to Oliver. "They are all too pretty... Which one is the boy? The one in the left? I guess she is the most boyish looking..."

"Wrong guess. The boy is the prettiest one." Oliver smirked.

"That can't be possible, Mr. Wood! The prettiest one is the one dressed like a girl. She is an extremely pretty blonde wearing a pink tiara. She has a black tight shirt with a black vest over it, black lycra pants and a pink tutu. Certainly you don't mean that one, right?"

Dean also looked horrified at Oliver as the man laughed. "That's the one, Neville. That's the boy."

Neville thought he would faint at that moment. "I'll need to drink something very strong tonight."

"I'll join you," Dean stated looking at Neville.

"How old is that boy anyway?" Neville asked his boss.

"About fourteen or fifteen. All the members in that group are very young. The oldest girl is sixteen. The youngest is thirteen. They are not ours. I'm evaluating them for another company who asked me to evaluate for them." Oliver turned to his secretary. "Dean, you will give good news to the Ravenclaw company. I like BoysWays. Tell them not to worry about the boy as he fooled both my secretary and one of my managers. They were truly worried about one of the members being a real boy." Dean laughed at that as he made annotations.

The fourth band was as disastrous as The Wheezes and the fifth band was good, but Oliver decided to refer it to another company too. At last it was time for Bad Wizards to make their debut.

Harry happily greeted the public and Ron started playing his guitar. He sang a song called 'The Rage Beat." While Harry sang Oliver turned to Neville. "Mr. Potter is a very good singer. I have to say that I love his voice and Mr. Weasley plays the guitar excellently, but they have a flaw, Neville." Neville looked like someone had just died. "Don't make that face, Neville. I'll take them, but there will be changes. I'll make Bad Wizards get very far, but they need at least one more member and I happen to know the person they need."

Neville gulped. "I'm not sure if they'll like that..."

"If they want me to be their sponsor they'll have to abide by my decisions," Oliver said seriously and Dean quickly scribbled that the G-P company would take Bad Wizards.

Harry finished his song, but froze as he saw a man in front of the stage. He paled when he recognized Draco Malfoy. The man had a very serious expression on his face and hardened his gaze, looking intently at Harry. "That wasn't the song I read, brat. I want to listen to the song I read."

Harry gasped. They had indeed practiced two songs, but had decided to only play one of them. He trembled as he turned to look at his best friend. Ron nodded an approval and started to play a cue with his guitar and Harry started to sing staring intently into Draco's eyes.

Transparency dyes the night sky, and
I walk alone on the road that always leads home.

Singing to myself, I want to send these kinds of feelings
to you in your sleep, oh, um...

I'm tangled up in something; I'm getting a little sick of myself --
tangled up in the feelings to convey to those days that have been left behind...
The heart I've forgotten somewhere is starting to hurt a little.
I keep searching for you in a night lit by the stars that are bound to that time.

I place my feelings on the receding clouds
on the road home, where I pause to stand.

You are already a part of my continuing dreams;
I know that (those feelings) can't possibly reach you from here.

The tears keep falling; just by being able to be close to you,
I'm starting to want a smile, just a little...
Someone asks questions; I'm starting to want this to make more sense.
You cast those too-brilliant days into a fading shadow.

Harry finished singing and there was a great applause from the crowd that he certainly didn't expect. He turned to Ron and the redhead was smiling at him. From below the stage Draco made himself be heard by Harry over the applause. "I'll be waiting for you at the far back." The blonde man walked away and Harry could feel his heart beating really fast. Both he and Ron abandoned the stage that was then filled with the stars that would give the real concert, Slytherins. The crowd cheered and many girls called Blaise's name. Even though Slytherins was a new band too they were already known as they had been taken by the G-P Company from before. Blaise Zabini had also started conquering fangirls because of his extreme good looks and well built body.

XxXxX

The nervous eighteen year old didn't even bothered changing clothes. Ron called after him, but he ignored his best friend as he ran towards the last seats in the middle of the concert that had just started. Draco wasn't even seated. He was standing against a wall. "You... You wanted to tell me something?" Harry asked panting, feeling his heart drumming so loudly that he wondered if Draco could hear it. Draco placed his arm around Harry's shoulders and escorted him outside and throughout the parking lot. He opened the door of his luxurious car for Harry. "You won't listen to the rest of the concert?" Draco shook his head as he closed Harry's door. He was soon behind the wheel and driving.

Harry blinked as he noticed they had arrived at the expensive apartment complex. "This is where you live..."

"Do you have to state the obvious?" Draco asked almost arrogantly as he parked the car. He got out of the car and Harry simply followed him to the flat. Soon they were inside and looking at the prematurely starlit evening through door sized glass windows. "I haven't changed my mind about your song, but sung by you it almost sounded nice."

Harry's eyes lit. "Really? You... You liked it?"

Draco placed his right hand on Harry's left cheek. "You look very cute tonight."

The boy was confused at the sudden change in topic, but closed his eyes as he saw Draco's face approaching his. Draco's soft lips claimed his own and Harry shuddered as the man wrapped his arms around him. He felt his goggles being slowly removed from his hair and his clothes falling mercilessly to the floor. After several minutes his naked form was being carried to an oversized bed and delicately placed on it. His heart was beating faster and faster as Draco produced a tube of lube. The man delicately lubricated Harry as he kissed him tenderly. Harry was completely aroused and the man delicately held the boy's hardened member, eliciting moans from him. Harry wanted the man very much, but was extremely scared at the same time. "I don't know how..." The words slipped out of his mouth and he gasped as he felt fingers inside him, opening and preparing him. He almost winced in pain, but Draco was very delicate in what he was doing and Harry soon relaxed and moaned in pleasure.

Draco knew Harry was ready when the boy's body relaxed. "Trust me," he said to the boy and the childish young man nodded, confiding completely in the writer. After that nod of complete trust Draco claimed him.

Harry tensed and tears appeared in his eyes, but soon was overwhelmed with pleasure. They developed a rhythm soon enough and both reached their peaks. Draco climaxed first and then helped Harry reach his own afterwards. The young singer fell asleep in the novelist's arms.

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