Unexpected Song, Chapter 3; "Go Ahead, Say It"
Author's Note: THIS IS THE MOST FUN I'VE HAD WRITING A FANFIC CHAPTER YET!!! Okay, guys, My favorite song is in this chapter, and, I think it really fits. Plus, this whole thing is just… sweet. Aren't I modest???
TruestBlue
"MusicExpresses
Harry tried to go about his day as usual. It was pretty difficult with one Draco Malfoy on his mind. Draco drove Harry crazy. Not that he would ever tell him that, much to Hermione's dismay. The whole day had been hard, but the hardest part was certainly now. Makeout Room 101's door was wide open. There could be a lot of reasons for that, Harry tried to tell himself. He knew better.
Coming closer, He could hear rifts of a bass guitar: the introduction to a song. Harry told himself, begged himself not to enter the room. But once again his body wouldn't comply, (Nor would TruestBlue) and he stepped into the room, coming face to face with the infamous Slytherin trio.
ThatWhichCannotBeSaid
Draco's expression when he saw Harry walk into the room could only be described as euphoric. (Or, for you lady readers, It would be described as your expression if Harry and Draco were in compromising positions in your room, drenched in chocolate, WHILE you're on your period. Erm… sorry, I get excited. back to the story.)
Harry looked around in surprise. Two amps formed barriers for little wires running into guitars and a single microphone. The classroom was beginning to fill with curious onlookers, but, Harry only had eyes for Draco.
Clad in muggle jeans and a tight green tee, Malfoy grabbed the mike and nodded to his 'band.'
Closing his eyes and taking a silent breath, he began to sing.
"I don't mind where you come from,
As long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions: I can't see
Them clearly."
Turning, Draco now stared directly at the enraptured Harry as his smooth tones rolled over the room. The room was silent, despite the shocked Hogwarts students in attendance of Draco's surprise performance. To speak would be an insult to the talent before them. Wide-eyed teens glanced between their Savior and their Sex God.
"I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually
What you'll do.
I don't mind...
I don't care...
As long are you're here…"
Draco's heart seemed to heal and break with every phrase. He'd gotten close again, discarding the microphone on top of their makeshift stage and singing into Harry's face. Explaining. Promising. Pleading.
"Go ahead; tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back, running.
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same.
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same
Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
And in between it always seems too long
All of a sudden
And I have the skill, yeah I have the will
To breathe you in while I can
However long you stay
Is all that I am
I don't mind...
I don't care...
As long are you're here
Go ahead; tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's always the same
Wrong or right
Black or white
If I close my eyes
It's all the same
In my life
The compromise
I close my eyes
It's all the same."
Draco seemed impassioned, almost angry. He took a startled Harry by the shoulders and shook him, nearly pushing him to the ground, but catching him before he could land. He nearly screamed the raw and honest lyrics. And Harry swore he saw a tear running down his love's face before his tone turned hauntingly nasty again.
"Go ahead say it: you're leaving!
You'll just come back, running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same."
Draco's voice broke as he took Harry into his arms. Harry had been dissolved into a crying, sopping wet mess during Draco's enchanting song. While the sounds of Pansy's guitar faded out, Harry collapsed into Draco's chest and allowed himself to be petted. Draco's long fingers weaved through Potter's hair and he murmured against the tan skin of his forehead.
"Harry, tell me what you're thinking. Harry…" Draco pulled Harry's chin up to gain access to his lips. He stared at the mouth he so adored before swooping down to capture it with his own.
AndOnWhichItIsImpossible
The Slytherin's smirked. The Gryffendor's cheered. The Hufflepuffs sighed with delight, and the Ravenclaws gave their approving nods. The whole of Hogwarts watched the school's two greatest enemies kiss each other with fervor. Their battle for dominance waged on as if they were alone. Alone, it was beautiful, and perfect, and all the things a real live 'first-kiss-love-at-first-sight-muggle-fairytale- kiss' should be.
ToBeSilent."
"Go ahead, say it: you don't need me.If you could write lyrics like that, why do you have me?" Harry joked, basking in the lean arms around him.
Down in Draco's studio they whispered to each other. Promises of forever. whimpers of regret for foul deeds done, enchanted kisses, and gentle caresses.
"Draco," Harry said, contented. "Draco, well, I…"
"Go ahead, say it," the blonde urged, hope evident in those not-so-emotionless grey eyes.
"I love you."
Happily, Draco replied in accordance, pulling Harry closer. But night was falling, and they both needed rest after such an eventful day. He mentioned that to Harry, and the newly formed couple climbed slowly to their feet.
Draco paused before shutting out the lights, ignoring quizzical looks from Harry. He darted back into the room, picking up the strings, the pegs, the picks, and the sheet music out from under the 4th brick to the right.
He looked up at Harry's still confused face. He was so beautiful in the lighting: pale, but dark. Balanced. He and this boy… this man… they were together. And that was music. That was a song. That was the most unexpected song he'd ever sung. He took one last look around the place he would've formerly called home. Never would he return to play, or sing there again. He had a new home: the arms of a certain Gryffendor savior.
(Victor Hugo)
Author's Note: Those amazing lyrics are the Sick Puppies 'All the Same'. Go listen to it, seriously. Youtube it. That's exactly how I picture Draco's voice. -sigh-
It's up to you guys! One more chapter for some mansex, or leave it the way it is? Review. Everyone. If you don't like it, Don't hit the back button: tell me how to improve!!! And if you do, take 20 seconds to tell me so: It took me a lot longer than that to write this. I adore you guys. And I'm still looking for a beta.
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