Authors Note: This my first Fanfiction so don't be to mean. If you don't like slash then don't read! This will be rated T just to be safe! ;p

Draco-You just can't take constructive critizism(smirks)

Me-How rude

Harry-wouldn't have him any other way(grabs Draco and kisses him)

Me-...Ok then...

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they belong to J.K. Rowling (so sad). I also don't own any songs.

Chapter One: We Have To What?!

by TwilightEmperess

Harry was seething.

Dumbledore had decided that the school would be hosting a karaoke contest and all students in 6th and 7th year were required to compete.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun. Don't you think Harry?" squealed Ginny as she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the Gryffindor common room. The students were allowed the week off to get ready.

"No."

"Now come on Harry at least try to have a good time. It could be really fun." Both Harry and Ron looked at her incredulously.

"You got to be kidding 'Mione. This is gonna be a total drag. We have to sing!" said Ron.

"Oh honestly Ronald, it won't be that bad." She replied exasperated. They stayed quiet until they got to the common room. Dean and Seamus were outside the portrait hole locking lips.

"Can't you to stop doing that?" asked Ginny in a haughty voice. "It's so gross."

Harry had to remind himself that this was his best friend's sister so he wouldn't hex her. Both Ron and Hermione gave her a glare before looking at Harry. He had told them at the begging of the year that he was gay. They had accepted it to his surprise.

"It seems the Weasley's aren't as tolerant as they would like the world to think." said a cold voice from behind them. On either side of him was Pansy and Blaise with Grabbe and Goyle behind them. All Harry could do was stare. He had known for awhile he found his rival attractive but as the days went on, he realized it wasn't just Draco's looks he appreciated about the blonde Slytherin. It was also his intelligent and sense of humor. He was slowly but surely falling in love.

"Shut up Malfoy! You're the biggest poofer the worlds ever seen!" she hissed.

"That's enough Ginny!" snapped Harry. He pushed past her stunned figure and made his way to the common room with Dean and Seamus.

"What did I say?" Ginny asked the others that were still in the hall.

"Oh this is rich!" snickered Pansy. "Harry Potter's biggest fan doesn't know his little secret." The rested of the Slytherin's started laughing along with her.

"What do you meen?" Ginny asked suspiciously. She looked from the Slytherin's to her brother and Hermione who were trying to sneak away. "Well?" Her face turned pale suddenly. "No it can't be." She whispered to herself. "No! He was supposed to end up with me. It can't be."

"What can't be Weaslette?" asked a smirking Malfoy.

"Ginny are you ok?" asked Ron approaching his sister.

"He can't be gay." And with that she ran down the hall with tears falling from her eyes.

Boys Dormitory

"Who was that tramped to say that what we do is disgusting! At least we haven't dated almost every guy in the school!" fumed Seamus while his boyfriend tried to calm him.

"Seamus calm down. Don't pay attention to what she says. It doesn't mater. Come here." He held his arms open for the Irish boy.

"I guess your right."

"Good now what do you wanna do for the Karaoke Contest?"

"You guys should sing Summer Nights." Said Harry who had been sitting on his bed listening to the little rant.

"I've never heard that song before." Said Seamus curiously.

"Understandable. It's from an American musical called Grease. About a guy named Danny and a girl named Sandy who meet during the summer break and fall in love. They get separated at the end of the summer and but actually go to the same school. The song is about what they did over the summer."

"That sounds good. Can we hear it?" Nodding in consent, Harry went to his trunk and pulled out a CD player and the Grease CD.

"Liasten to it and if you like it you can use it to practice."

"Thanks Harry. So what are you gonna do for your song."

He gave them a smile before saying, "I have a pretty good idea