Blue jeans, white shirt

Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn

It was like, James Dean, for sure

You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer

You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop

But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know

That love is mean, and love hurts

But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

- Lana Del Rey "Blues Jeans"

Harry continued strumming, but no one in the bar seemed very interested. He was used to this sort of crowd, mostly muggles who had no idea who he was. It was usually pretty pleasant but tonight he had been longing for some company, and it looked like he would be coming up short. He set his guitar down, the crowd in front of him unaware of his movement from the guitar and to the piano. He began slamming on the keys with force. A few voices could be heard going "Shhh" from behind him.

We are the crowd

We're coming out

Harry continued, letting his voice spill over the audience. Their voices dimming as he continued.

Leather and jeans

Garage glamorous

A bright light crossed over Harry's eyes, coming from the crowd, he turned his head as he wailed, catching sight of a beautiful blonde, although her face was hidden in the light that caught his eyes.

'Cause you know that, baby, I

I'm your biggest fan

I'll follow you until you love me

Harry looked back down at the piano, the room had become filled with nothing but the echoes of his cries.

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop

Until that girl is mine

Harry felt his heart pull for a moment, he had written this song for no one really, an imaginary ideal floating amongst his fantasies, perhaps. He had to stifle back a sob as he continued.

Why are you dancing with him?

My lashes are dry

Purple teardrops I cry

It don't have a price

Loving you is cherry pie

'Cause you know that, baby, I...

I'm your biggest fan

I'll follow you until you love me

Paparazzi

His voice choked, it was inevitable, his voice cascading waves through the crowd.

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that girl is mine

He had to breathe for a moment before standing and he finally noticed that the room had gone completely silent. Suddenly there were shouts and applause, booming from every corner. Harry was bombarded with several very pretty girls (very drunk girls) groping his biceps and squealing. But Harry had another sight in mind. He wiggled through them, trying to ignore their pleas which were high pitched and unending.

Harry saw the blonde hair, seated at a booth near the far right corner of the room. The closer he walked, however, the stranger this blonde beauty was beginning to look. Short hair for a girl, although he had dated shorter, just passed the ears, but very unkept. It was nearly white in color, bright and soft looking. The girl was also startlingly tall, perhaps even taller than Harry... although that really didn't bother him either. It might even be sexy to have to look up at someone... hopefully not too tall. And those shoulders! Harry stopped himself just before reaching forward with a hovering hand, it's a man!, Harry suddenly thought his lips parting in shock.

Then suddenly before Harry had time to become lost within the crowd the man turned around and Harry abruptly gasped, "Malfoy?!"

Draco looked at Harry confused, his brows furrowed, he parted his lips to speak but Harry interrupted him.

"What the hell... the hell are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask the same of you. Aren't you a big wig auror? What brings the Wonder Boy to the back alley of muggle London?"

Harry looked as startled as a deer in headlights. "ME?! What am I doing here? You're Malfoy, aren't you?" Harry's voice was raised but he still appeared to have not brought any attention to the little greeting.

Julian was rolling a joint between his fingers, "Care to introduce me Draco?"

"Oh yes, Julian, my deepest apologies for not showering you with attention 24/7, this is Harry goddamn Potter," Draco motioned his hand towards Harry, a wicked smile on his face. "Boy Wonder himself, or is it Wonder Boy?" He turned suddenly to Harry, "What is it that I used to call you?"

"You're so..." Harry's mouth was still agape in awe, "different."

"Ah, shut it, I'm tired of that talk. Want a drink? Sit or leave, I'm bored." Draco looked back towards Julian and proceeded to ignore Harry. Harry turned to leave but something compelled him to stay, he stood there silently, awkwardly unaware of how to act.

Draco noticed this without having to turn his back, he shifted himself closer to Julian and then turned to Harry and patted the now empty seat. "Come on, I know you're at least curious. What's Draco Malfoy out doing in a muggle town with this one here. Come on, I bet you're dying to know."

Harry took a seat without speaking and just slowly nodded.

"Well," Draco continued, closing his eyes and smiling at the thought of being able to talk about himself. "After the war, well you know what happened, I was basically slapped on the wrist because my family had turned to the..." Draco paused, "good side" he said, making hand quotes in the air, which Julian slapped, "I became a healer, got married, got divorced, quit my job and decided to go traveling." Draco paused only to give Julian the evil eye. "Ended up back in London, decided to keep a low profile, I bought a muggle house, in a muggle neighborhood, and made lots of muggle friends."

Julian looked up over his joint, "Well, Draco, let's not exaggerate."

"Okay," Draco said, rolling his eyes, "A mostly muggle house, in a mostly muggle neighborhood, and maybe only one friend who is actually not a muggle."

Harry didn't know how to respond, watching Draco joke and act so casually in front of him.

Having noticed this, Draco took a sip from his drink, "Don't think I've forgotten our little rivalry. But Harry, really, we were kids. I grew up. What's the big deal?"

"I just..." Harry looked for the right words, "I just never thought you would... I mean obviously people change... but... even just five years ago you were still a bloody wanker..."

"I saw the world, learned a little muggle history, turns out I was really no different than what these muggles call a Nazi. I was wrong. It's not like ever killed anyone. 'Gimme a break." Draco took the joint from Julian and let his lungs fill with smoke. He turned to Harry and blew it in his face, teasing. "Speaking of change, was that you singing up there? My God, Potter, you would have been getting laid every which way if you had pulled those cards out earlier."

Harry blushed turning his face away to hide his embarrassment, "Are you smoking weed?"

"You're not a narc are you?" Draco winked holding the joint in front of Harry. Harry shook his head and waved his hand in front of the joint mumbling, "Not my drug of choice."

"Well, what is? It's on me!" Draco was obviously a bit tipsy and bit high, he held his chin up proudly. Draco motioned for a waitress, "Excuse moi, my friend here would like a..." Draco paused turning towards Harry and thinking for a moment, "two fingers of Whiskey, please. No ice."

"Actually I guess I expected you to completely forget everything that happened and continue to act like a completely git." Harry continued, his feet fiddling with each other. "It's just... you look different. And you're smiling... a lot."

Draco leaned into Harry, "Ouuuh! How do I look?!"

"Mad. And..." Beautiful? "casual...er... casualer than... more casual then you used to. Kind of gay, though. You didn't turn out to be some pouf, aye?" Harry tried laughing, nudging Draco in the ribs.

Draco's face went cold and serious, "Shut it scarface, who invited you to this table anyways." He turned to Julian, "I'm bored, let's go."

Authors Notes: Not really the biggest fan of Gaga but I saw the video of Greyson Chance singing this and was really moved. Please watch that video in order to really understand how this is suppose to be sang ;)