A/N: Please listen to Fall Out Boy's My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark as you read. Composers: Andrew Hurley / Butch Walker / John Hill / Joseph Trohman / Patrick Stump / Peter Wentz. All lyrics for My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) are owned by © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I need to preface this by saying that I have never EVER written Drarry before. I have never been a fan or seen the appeal because of many details in canon. If it's not your cup of tea, skip this. No need to leave a mean and homophobic comment. I wanted to try something different, and I thought this would do. Keep in mind that this is an experiment in writing something emotional but short as it's not my style. Please be kind.
Draco thought he was alone. He really did. He was so sure of it that he allowed his self-control to slip. His stony porcelain façade of inexpressiveness cracked, and he started crying. Tears and snot fell down his face. He pulled his hair back harshly. He was under so much pressure that the slightest inconvenience, such as uncooperative hair, was enough to set him off. He stared into his own reflection and slapped his face angrily.
"C-Control yourself. You must d-do this, and you must do this r-right. You are a-already a d-dead man walking. Your s-soul was gifted to the D-Dark Lord, and there's n-nothing that can be d-done. This will keep h-her safe. That must be enough… Fuck, I wish I could end this."
Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
I'm in the de-details with the devil
He opened the faucet and furiously scrubbed his face. He even wet his hair to slick it back. He had no patience to style it with magic as he usually did. He straightened back up and saw a pair of impossibly green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark of the bathroom. His shock was such that he jumped and turned with his wand and a deadly spell ready.
"I can imagine how filthy your conscience is based on your reaction," Harry stepped forward from the shadows. His hair was unrulier than ever. His face was pale, but his eyes were steadfast.
Draco felt he was being judged. "What do you want, Potter?"
"You admit it then?"
"I admit nothing!"
"What are you doing in the Room of Requirement, Malfoy?"
"None of your business!"
Harry rolled his sleeves up slowly, and Draco's mouth went dry, "Look at you… Hiding in the bathroom. What would Daddy Dearest say?"
"Fuck off, Potter!"
Harry stepped forward until Draco's wand was against the center of his chest. His tie was missing, and the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, "You want me dead. Don't you?"
Draco's breath hitched. "Get away from me!"
Harry kept advancing, and Draco ended up almost sitting on the sink as he backed away from him. The way he smelled was causing his stomach to flip flop.
"Are you scared? You wanted to kill Dumbledore… but you didn't have the guts…" Harry stared him down.
Draco was rapidly feeling smaller than he was, "I tried… I… I"
"You didn't hate him enough. But you hate me enough to kill me, don't you?"
Draco blinked and pulled his wand arm back. "Back off, Potter! I mean it!"
Harry grabbed Draco's wand arm and pulled it up so the tip of his wand was against the center of his throat. Electricity went up Draco's arm from where Harry touched it.
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just got to get you out of the cage
I'm a young lovers rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
"Imagine how the Dark Lord will reward you if you bring him my severed head," Harry smirked.
"W-What?!" Draco's eyes widened in horror.
Harry Potter was ready to die. "I am done, Malfoy."
Draco gasped, understanding the clear undertone, "You are not serious."
Harry flinched at this as he saw a flash of his godfather falling through the veil, "I don't want to fight this war. I never did. Kill me. Please just do it quickly. All I ask is that you help Hermione leave England before you tell Voldemort I'm dead..."
My songs know what you did in the dark
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
Ooh oh oh oh (in the dark-dark)
Ooh oh oh oh (in the dark-dark)
"What? Are you insane? You can't give up, Potter!"
"Why not? I have nothing left, Malfoy."
"You have to keep fighting. I don't have a choice! You do!"
"What choice? Do you think I ever wanted to be the Boy Who Lived? All I want is peace and quiet. I'll get to finally be with my parents and apologize to Sirius."
Draco felt his heart squeeze. He couldn't stand to hear him sound so defeatist, "I will not help you take the easy way out," he ripped his hand rom Harry's hold and pushed him back. Having him so close was messing with his brain. "Man up, Potter!"
"Or what?" Harry smirked, "You'll make me?"
Neither one would be able to determine later who moved first, but they crashed against each other like ocean waves against coral reefs. All the stress, the heartache, the pain, the anger came out of in a meeting of lips, hands that kneaded and scratched, and clothes that were ripped off with an urgency neither understood. Suddenly, Draco felt his back crash against the wall. His arms were pinned up above his head. How had he never noticed how large Potter's hands were? He wished he had the strength to stop, but the blood in his veins felt like lava, and what Potter was doing to his neck made his knees weak.
All the writers keep writing what they write
Somewhere another pretty vein just dies
I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see
That you're the antidote to everything, except for me
A constellation of tears on your lashes
Harry's thumb caressed the still recent Death Eater tattoo, and the tenderness of the touch made Draco feel equal parts cherished and like an awful human being. This was the man the masses wanted to follow… A man on the precipice of breaking down. A man who was heartbroken and felt there was no reason to keep fighting. A man who… Damn! Where did he learn to do that? Fuck. It was as if he was reading his mind and knew all the right places to touch and just the perfect way to touch… graze… bite… and suck. Somehow, Potter was able to cure the wizarding world of their disinterest, null patriotism, and their… Draco's brain was turning on alarmingly quickly.
Harry turned them around and kissed him for all he was worth. Draco pushed him away for a few seconds. His lashes were littered with tears that glistened like tiny diamonds with the moonlight coming through the window.
"I will help you win this, Potter," Draco whispered.
Harry's eyes blinked slowly, "No. He will kill you… You can't… The things he will make you do… He will turn you into a monster…"
Burn everything you love
Then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see
"My parents chose this life. I didn't. We will meet here once a week, and I will inform you of what's going on at the manor," Draco said in between slow, gentle kisses all over Harry's face. "I will set the world on fire for you, Potter, but I never want to hear you speak of giving up."
This seemed to spur Harry on, and they didn't speak anymore. Only Draco spoke to lock the door, ward it, and conjure up a mattress. Both had only one person they wanted to protect. Hermione and Narcissa. They made an Unbreakable Vow, sealed by a very confused Dobby, in which Harry swore to protect Narcissa and help her flee if Draco didn't make it, and Draco swore the same about Hermione. The cards they were dealt were horrible, but both women had been unwaveringly loyal and loving, and they deserved to be taken care of regardless of what happened with the war.
My songs know what you did in the dark
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
Week after week, they met in the bathroom to update each other, plan, and blow off some steam. Week after week, they got to know each other better and understand each other's nature well. Week after week, their feelings increased. Harry told Hermione… or rather, she guessed it. He was terrified he would lose her support and her friendship. All she said was, "As long as you are happy and safe, I am happy for you." Draco couldn't tell anyone. He didn't trust anyone… Anyone other than Harry, Granger, and his mother, that is.
My songs know what you did in the dark
My songs know what you did in the dark
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
Ooh oh oh oh (In the dark-dark)
Ooh oh oh oh (In the dark-dark)
Ooh oh oh
Months later, when Harry caught the wand Draco threw at him and finally killed Voldemort once and for all, Narcissa took advantage of the uproar to stab her husband with a poisonous blade. The Aqua Tofana Hermione had procured for her would have done him in, but it would have taken longer, and Narcissa couldn't stand the sight of Lucius anymore. As soon as he fell, she ran to defend her son from her husband's demented friends. When the fight died, both young men ran to the women in their lives and hugged them tighter than ever before. They only let go to switch and hug one another. Hermione saw Lucius on the ground and nodded at Narcissa, who squeezed her hand and mouthed a 'Thank you.' No longer giving a damn about anyone around them, Harry kissed Draco with joy and abandon, much to Draco's shock and delight. Hermione and Narcissa stood protectively with wands in their hands and expressions that left no doubt that they were willing to kill whoever was stupid enough to attack the happy couple. Luna, who was holding an injured Neville up, began to clap, and both people and creatures followed soon enough. No one had ever seen the young men so happy. All would be well.
A/N: This was an interesting write. It was a very annoying plot bunny that jumped onto my head as I heard this song a couple of days ago, and it insisted I write it as soon as possible. -Lux-