Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just the original characters and the plot line. The song belongs to their respective artists.
Warnings: Well...I suppose language, for now...
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Chapter 3: Dream of You
"Bloody hell, how hard is it to make a sodding music video Angelo?" Harry growled when the director screamed for them to stop. Again.
The director, Angelo, sighed and rubbed his temples. "Come on, loves, work with me here! I know this is all new to you, but all you have to do is listen to our directions."
Harry rolled his eyes and readjusted himself so that they could start again. He was growing frustrated with the whole thing, and wanted nothing more than to disappear with a bottle of his favorite brand of alcohol.
Several hours and a few headaches later, they finally finished. Harry was relieved, and excited. He went to his dressing room and fell asleep on the lumpy couch that was provided. He only awoke when a gentle hand shook his shoulder.
"We're done editing the video, Harry, and Angelo wants you to watch it first."
Harry nodded sleepily and sat up. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, ran his fingers through his hair, and followed the man who'd woke him to the tech room. Angelo sat in a chair, a cup of espresso clutched in his right hand.
"Worked on this bugger all night, but I think it's about perfect," Angelo declared as Harry took a seat next to him.
"Wicked, let's see," Harry replied. Angelo nodded and hit the play button.
A dark room spun in slow circles. Harry sat on the couch, his knees tucked to his chest while silent tears streamed down his face. A low melody started, as the camera moved closer to Harry.
"Lips are turning blue, a kiss that can't renew, I only dream of you…my beautiful…" Harry sang solemnly. The silhouette of a man appeared, and Harry feigned sleep. The man's shadow crept through the living room, past Harry, and into a bedroom.
"Tiptoe to your room, a starlight in the gloom, I only dream of you, and you never knew…" Harry sang as his eyes opened. He stood from the couch and walked towards the door. He stopped short, and leaned his head against the wall.
"Sing for absolution, I will be singing, and falling from your grace, ooh…"
The picture changed, the sun was shining in through the window. The man from the previous scene sat on the couch, oblivious to Harry. Harry sat next to the man, his green eyes fixed on the man's "just shagged" appearance.
"There's nowhere left to hide, in no one to confide, the truth burns deep inside, and will never die…" Harry sang to the man. The man ignored him, as if Harry hadn't even opened his mouth. Harry suddenly stood and went to the window. He stood in front of it, facing the sun as if he were hiding tears.
"Lips are turning blue, a kiss that can't renew, I only dream of you, my beautiful…"
The man stood and answered the door, greeting a scantly-dressed woman with a kiss. He turned to face Harry, sending his friend a sheepish grin before leading the woman into the living room. Harry turned and watched the two walk towards the man's bedroom, singing.
"Sing for absolution, I will be singing, and falling from your grace, ooh…"
A guitar solo, which seemed to thunder angrily as the other band members were revealed throughout the living room, began. As it continued, Harry stormed to the man's bedroom and slammed the door open. The man and woman were on the man's bed, continuing to fuck each other as if Harry hadn't barged into the bedroom.
"Sing for absolution, I will be singing, and falling from your grace, ooh…" Harry cried as he fell to his knees.
Finally the man and woman stopped, seeming to have noticed Harry in the doorway. The man turned his head, surprise on his face. Tears streaked down Harry's cheeks as he practically screamed the last lines.
"Our wrongs remain un-rectified…And our souls won't be exhumed!"
The camera faded to black with final notes of the song.
Harry turned to Angelo, beaming. "This is brilliant!"
Angelo smiled. "Of course it is!"
Harry rolled his eyes and gave the director/editor a bear-hug. "Thank you, I can't wait to release it to the muggles!"
"They'll love the Marauders almost as much as the Wizarding world does!" Angelo declared smugly as he returned Harry's hug. He turned back to the computer with a smile as Harry practically danced from the room.
"Mr. Potter, there's someone in your dressing rooms for you," a man squeaked.
"Thanks," Harry grinned and skipped to his dressing room. He opened the door to find Ron sprawled out on the couch, listening to one of Harry's many CDs. Harry leaned against the doorframe and watched in amusement and affection.
"Harry," Ron called when he finally noticed his friend. He jumped from the couch and ran over to him, gripping Harry's shoulders with strong hands. "You've got to save me from my sister! Ginny insists on coming over tonight!"
Harry laughed and managed to shrug Ron's hands off of his shoulders. "Can't you tolerate her for just one night?"
"No," Ron said bluntly.
Harry burst out laughing, tears filling his eyes. Ron huffed and crossed his arms over his chest indignantly.
"She's been a pain ever since you convinced her that you two could never work out…" Ron complained.
Harry smiled and sat on the couch. Ron sat next to him, slumped in defeat. "She's with Dean again, and she wants me to approve of him officially or some bullshit like that. I didn't know that I was supposed to approve of her boyfriends ever…"
Harry grinned. "You do realize that it's probably a ploy to make me jealous, right?"
"Yes, I know…but bloody hell, it's your flat too Harry! If you tell her to stay away, she can't actually come to it…" Ron pleaded.
Harry suppressed a fond smile. "Fine, I'll tell her I don't want her in my flat."
"Thank you," Ron sighed. Relief coursed through Ron's body and he relaxed against Harry's lumpy couch. The smaller wizard's scent invaded Ron's nose and he suppressed a groan.
"Bloody tired…" Harry grumbled. He closed his eyes and was asleep almost instantly.
Ron grinned warmly and stretched his back. He replayed the CD that he had been listening to before Harry came in and settled against the couch again. He let his head rest on the back of the couch, letting his eyes fall shut as Harry's voice poured over him.
Harry eventually managed to shift himself in his sleep. He sought out Ron's warmth, and his head eventually found its way into Ron's lap. Ron's eyes shot open, his heart pounding. He looked down, his hand brushing a lock of hair out of Harry's eyes.
"You're too beautiful," he murmured.
Harry's brow furrowed in his sleep and he moaned low in his throat. Ron smoothed Harry's brow, wondering what Harry was dreaming about.