Harry waited until Draco was asleep that night before he got out of bed. He didn't want the nightmares again.
The following Day
It's a bitter-sweet
Symphony
That's life
Harry put down his guitar in frustration as Draco walked in. He put it at his feet, not even wanting to look at it.
"Ugh, Draco this song just doesn't sound right,' Harry said as he ran his hands through his hair. Draco sat down on the couch and pulled Harry onto his lap. After sensing the dark veela's tenseness, the light veela began to massage his shoulders.
"Why don't you just let it be? It isn't like you had a restful night's sleep anyway," Draco said to his mate as he massaged a particularly hard knot on in Harry's back. Harry sighed from his ministrations.
Draco finally finished and pulled Harry back onto his broad defined chest. "Now what do you have so far?" asked Draco once Harry was more calm.
Harry sighed and grabbed his guitar. Soon the large flat was filled with the strings of the guitar and the dark veela's melodic voice.
It's a bitter-sweet
Symphony
That's life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to the money
Then you die
"I have the words right for the most part, but just a guitar doesn't give it the same sound I want. It's just missing something," Harry said as he turned to look at Draco.
Draco made a small sound before he rose from their couch, sliding Harry back onto the seat. Harry pouted as Draco smiled at him and walked into their bedroom. Harry followed him. He watched as Draco dug through his old school trunk. Harry was surprised because Draco rather detested his time at school, too much animosity between his mate and him, Draco said when Harry asked.
That was the thing Harry loved most about Draco. He never seemed to dwell to long on the things that he didn't like, but more on the things he did. Harry didn't know that Draco was his mate until after his seventh year. He didn't even know that he was a veela until he came into his inheritance on his seventeenth birthday. It just turned out to be one more thing that Dumbledore kept from him. Draco and he slowly became more close as their time at school came to an end, and about a week before the final battle they had become what they are now. Whenever he thought of that time he could never suppress the toothy grin that always crept onto his face. Like now, Draco was starting to look at him funny.
Harry looked at what was held in his hands. It was a beautifully crafted violin of the darkest cherry wood. It almost appeared black, and was only shown otherwise when the light hit it at just the right angle.
"I haven't played it in years," was all Draco said at Harry's questioning look. His long delicate fingers began to hold the strings as he ran the rosined bow over each, tuning it.
"Draco I think you might have it," Harry said as Draco began to pick up the melody that his guitar had made, but twisted it slightly to make it seem more mellow and peaceful then it had with the loud sounds the acoustic made.
Perfection.
A/N: Bittersweet Symphony is by Oasis. VERY good song if you like the rock and the classical stuff or it is possible to say that it is just a good song period.