Song-Drabbles to get me in the Drarry mood. Btw, I totally cheat on the song-shuffle. I'm kinda picky, and then I don't stop when the song is over... I play it on repeat until I'm done. XDDD

Disclaimer: Not mine. *Sobs*

Warning: Yaoi. Not TOO graphic, but still.

Enjoy!

1. Someone Wake Me Up- The Veronicas

Harry felt numb. It was over, for real this time. Sure, he and Draco had fought before. They had yelled at one another, snarled ugly words, thrown the occasional slap or punch. But never like this.

He had never seen Draco like that. Never that icy, not even in Hogwarts. He had said "We're done." He had walked out.

Harry hadn't seen him since.

He buried his head in his hands. For once, it was truly his fault. Really, truly. Draco and Hermione had been on good terms. Mrs. Weasley had given him a hug the last time they went to dinner. Hell, even Ron was starting to come to terms with it.

But then Harry had insisted on going to the club, had insisted on dancing, had insisted on drink after drink…

…had danced too close, far too close with Seamus when Draco had left for the bathroom…

It didn't matter that Seamus had kissed him first. It didn't matter, not to Draco. Harry had kissed someone else.

He ground his palms into his eyelids until he saw lights. Such a nightmare, and he didn't know how to wake up from it.

2. The Lonely- Christina Perry

Draco knelt in the center of the Malfoy's ballroom, crying. So many tears- no matter how he struggled to fight the sadness, they only fell faster. All of father's lessons on composure, for nothing.

The room around him seemed to sigh an apology, a whispering consolation. But loneliness has to lips with which to speak. If it did, what would it say? Would it be kind (you don't need them, no, not at all, and they don't need you) or harsh (foul, undeserving brat! You had it all, all the love you needed and never had, and you threw it away…)? What would the lonely say?

Draco's heart broke just a little bit more at the thought of loneliness, forever. Such a terrible thought.

3. I Don't Care- Apocalyptica

Slipping between the trees, Draco kept his eyes locked on the inky hair which crept along before him. His eyes narrowed. He hadn't known whether or not he wished Harry's death, but seeing him alive, knowing that the Dark Lord's men had failed, and that the burden now fell to him… It filled him with a bitter frustration that sent a surge of emotion rising in his throat.

His hand clenched down on his wand, bending the wood slightly. Harry was walking warily, but Draco doubted that he knew he was being followed. He probably assumed that after spending so many months in the woods, he was immune to being heard, being followed. Cocky as always.

After all, Draco had been living in the woods as well.

Woods-walking was like dancing on coals. You mustn't leave you foot still too long, otherwise the ground will protest your leaving, and draw attention. Harry was good, but he sometimes froze in place for innumerable seconds before moving on quickly, leaving the frosted moss below his toes moaning slightly.

Too cocky, Potter.

Of course, Draco hadn't minded that when they were together. He didn't mind having someone confident around for once. But when the strong words weakened into bluster, and Draco's parents died being questioned by the Ministry, there was nothing left in Draco's heart but anger, and bitterness.

(…Right…?)

And now Harry was pausing again, one of those deadly pauses. Draco didn't hesitate. He pushed off of the fallen tree he'd stood upon and made a wild dive for the Savior.

Harry's strangled shout was cut off when Draco clapped a hand over his mouth and tapped his wand to the other boy's throat. Wild green eyes recognized him in horror. Draco wondered if his face reflected his inner conflict. His training as a Death Eater, his survivalist mind, his vengeance screamed for him to take his life, to end him, to take his head to Voldemort and be celebrated.

But his heart whispered for him to stop.

Harry opened his mouth to say more of his cocky words, his empty reassurances or pleas, but Draco was off and running before the Savior could utter one syllable. Harry may've tried to follow, but even when fleeing, Draco was silent.

Even when being questioned as a traitor, he was silent.

Even when sentenced to die, he was silent.

I guess I loved you after all.

4. Bad Romance- Lady Gaga

"Did you know that Harry Potter doesn't wear underwear?"

The rumor was running rampant. First years turned away, scandalized, while anyone and everyone older sent him looks and knowing smirks. Even Ron and Hermione turned scarlet when they heard it. Professors determinedly avoided making eye contact.

And everyone seemed to be staring at his arse.

Harry stalked from his last class, and was confronted by a very unwelcome someone.

"Is it true?" Draco smirked. "Are you commando under there, Potter?"

Harry grabbed Draco's collar and hauled him into the nearest supply closet, practically spitting ire. "You did this!" He snarled. "You told everyone that- that-"

"Of course I did. And you pretended otherwise quite nicely. But it will be slightly more difficult to explain this." Draco exited with a smirk.

Harry stood in place for a moment, dumbfounded. Explain what?

The next morning, he found out at breakfast.

"Did you know Harry Potter sucked Draco Malfoy in a supply cupboard?"

5. "The Take Over, The Break's Over"- Fall Out Boy

Draco was watching again. It seemed that whenever he and Ginny were together, Draco just happened to be there, staring at him from afar with that look on his face. The one that was a mere footstep from the bedroom.

And after Harry's seen Draco staring, he can't help but stare back. Ginny chatters and kisses him and smiles, but even when her lips are moving on Harry's, his eyes are locked with Draco's across the corridor.

It had been a one-off. That's how it had started. And when he'd started trying to see Ginny, Draco had pulled him into a closet, and whispered, "Don't pretend that you've forgotten about me. No one ever forgets their first…"

And since then, they'd met once a month, once a week, once a night…

…Seeing the gleam of Draco's smile in the dusky darkness of the abandoned classroom as he was fucked against a wall…

…being jerked off harshly in the broom closet between classes, the thrill of their classmates' nearness only adding fuel to his fire…

…riding Draco, slow and steady for once, in the Room of Requirement, watching his lover slowly come undone…

When Ginny left him for Seamus, he found that he didn't quite care.

6. This Love- The Veronicas

Harry could see it in Draco's eyes. The adoration, the vulnerability, the love. Harry had pushed away his doubts- he knew he'd love Draco one day.

They'd struggled to be accepted as a pair, and came out on top. Everyone loved them.

Draco loved him.

And just when he thought he loved Draco back, Ginny and Dean ended it.

Lying to Draco was hard enough when he thought the lies might one day become true. But telling him that he'd be back, that the love was more than enough to keep him faithful… It hurt him, seeing the openness in Draco's face, the belief. The love.

That thrice-damned love.

Harry walked away with tears on his cheeks, but he still walked to Ginny's.

As he greeted her, as he made love to her, as he lay beside her, he was nearly silent, pensive. He didn't feel the love he used to have for her. Not even close to it. And nowhere near what he'd felt when he was with…

And Harry knew he had made a terrible mistake.

7. White Flag- Dido

The breakup rocked through their worlds, an angry force hell-bent on crushing any remains of their relationship. It almost succeeded.

After all, they were broken up. Broken up for good, after what they'd said to each other.

But Harry still loved Draco.

No matter how many times he woke up with an empty pillow beside him, no matter how many people he told it was over, no matter how many people flirted with him, Harry couldn't shake the heavy loss in his heart.

And then he saw Draco from across the Ministry's yearly gala. His heart stuttered, his drink sloshed in his hand.

Draco's eyes lifted slowly to meet Harry's gaze.

They were still. Then Harry slowly raised a hand in a small wave.

Draco mirrored him.

And then Harry turned away, reached for another drink. Because the man on Draco's arm had waved, too.

8. Keep the Change, You Filthy Animal- All Time Low

Harry stalked up to Draco, fuming. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He snapped.

Draco raised an eyebrow innocently. But there was that crafty look in his eye. "I don't know what you're referring to, I assure-"

"Bollocks!" Harry shouted. "You're telling Ginny lies about me so she won't date me!"

Draco was silent, evaluating Harry's clenched fists and tensed shoulders. "If you already know what I'm doing, then why are you here?"

Harry froze, dumbstruck. Draco turned to go, the haughty smirk returning, but Harry grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back. "Don't you dare walk away! Not until you tell me why."

"Why what?" Draco jerked his shoulder from Harry's grip.

"Why you're doing this!" Harry yelled. "You have nothing to gain here, absolutely nothing, and yet you seem intent on destroying any chances I may've had of going out with Ginny-"

Draco snorted, shaking his head. "So bloody thick," he muttered, before saying more loudly, "I may not have anything to gain, but I do have something to lose."

"What? What on earth could you possibly-"

Draco kissed him firmly on the mouth, silencing the question, before pulling back quickly and leaving Harry in the dust. "You!" He called over his shoulder.

9. Love Drunk- Boys Like Girls

Harry took a break from cradling his pounding head to grapple with the phone. It had been ringing on and off for the last bloody hour, each stream of bleats making Harry's head pound that much harder. He carefully placed the phone off of the cradle, and lowered himself onto the mattress so as not to jar his head. He was smiling on his pillow when the doorbell rang.

Cursing animatedly under his breath, Harry stumbled to the door and peeked through the peep hole. Another curse.

The door swung open to reveal a frazzled-looking Draco Malfoy.

"You forgot to send me my bloody-"

He stopped, staring at Harry cowering on the floor. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

"You're… so… bloody… loud," Harry moaned. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Hungover? Really, Harry?"

Draco produced a flask from inside his coat. Harry tried to wave it away, but Draco forced it closer. "It's not Vodka, it's a hangover draught. Honestly…"

As Harry took a grateful swig of the potion, Draco forced his way in and started rifling through the mess of papers on Harry's kitchen table. "Have you seen my case files? We're trying that loony witch who kept trying to turn muggle children into teapots…"

"On the coffeetable," Harry responded, feeling better by the second. Draco's potions always had a minty taste, because the blonde couldn't stand bad breath. It came in handy.

"Thanks," Draco murmured, flicking through the papers before stuffing them into his briefcase. "I'll be going- oof!"

Draco went toppling to the floor, having tripped on Crookshanks, who was rooming with Harry for the week while Hermione was studying for the Wizarding Bar.

Harry froze as Draco's face halted a few inches from his own. Both of them stared.

"We're still broken up," Draco murmured. His eyes had strayed to Harry's lips.

"We could always break up again tomorrow?" Harry offered with a small smile.

The case files were abandoned on the floor.

10. Bluebird- Christina Perri

Harry was walking along the main street of Hogsmead, minding his own business. Alone, as usual- after the breakup, he had begun to appreciate silence.

Which was why he was shocked when his silence was so rudely interrupted.

"Harry? Harry Potter?" Pansy Parkinson shrieked. "I've been looking all over for you, you ninny! Where've you been?"

Before he could answer, she'd already dragged him into the Hog's Head, chattering all the way. Eventually, they caught a booth, and she slung him into the seat across from her, and she nailed him with the question. "Is it true? Are you and Draco broken up for good?"

He nodded, and she cooed in sympathy, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "Well, that's dreadful… Do you think he's ready to date someone else?"

Harry wasn't quite sure how the next half-hour passed. But he was abruptly alone again, and after a moment's hesitation, he was off and running to the street, where he could Apparate to Draco's and warn him.

But on his doorstep, Harry couldn't bring himself to say the words. Draco was silent, too.

And somehow, they ended up on Draco's couch, snogging the life out of one another, hands under shirts and clawing at one another for more, more-

Crash!

Their heads snapped up to look at the door, which shuddered in its frame. Through the window, they could see Pansy Parkinson vanishing up the drive.

Oh, such fun! *Twirls* I-I mean... A-hem...

*****THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO ANYONE WHO HAS READ JUST RELAX!*****

Okay, hi. I've started construction on the sequel, but I haven't figured out the entire plotline yet. This is where I ask for SUGGESTIONS! Any prompt, any time period (Past, present) any people involved! This is when you get to say, "Hey, Jester! I really hated what you're doing to (insert character here). I'd rather he/she be... (etc)."

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Jester.