AN: Summary, disclaimer, rating, pairings, etcetera, can be found in the prologue chapter. Extra warning for this chapter: singing, and extreme madness.

Sing It Again!
by juxtaposed

Chapter Six: What Draco Did

He inhaled deeply, then turned, and fled.

Harry stared, completely perplexed, at the blonde as he bolted out of the room and ran down the hallway, back to the dungeons, presumably. He listened as the madly pounding footsteps faded, then released a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

What the hell was that all about?

He sank back down into his large, squishy chair, his mind whirling with what had just transpired.

I just admitted – again – to Draco Malfoy that I thought he was good looking. And he didn't hex me, or make fun of me, or sneer at me or laugh, or anything. He actually told me he didn't mean to hurt me. And oh dear god he had been so close when he had said that – not that I care, why should I care that he was so close – again – that I could smell him – again – and not that I care, really, I don't feel anything over it, but god damn it, why does Draco Malfoy smell so damn good?

Harry shifted about in his seat, dangerously close to becoming piqued all over again.

The Room of Requirement, sensing his mood, materialized a few more bottles of Butterbeer and chocolate to his side.

Draco had run straight to his private room, drawing baffled and anxious looks from his Housemates in the Slytherin common room, because Slytherins, especially Draco Malfoy, never ran anywhere if could be helped, it was simply too undignified. And the fact that he had locked the door behind him, while a common occurrence, in this case only served to heighten their curiosity and worry, especially Blaise and Pansy, who stared unblinkingly at the retreating boy and his door as it was slammed shut.

Blaise casually returned to flipping through his Potions text, as he addressed Pansy. "Its your turn."

Pansy glared at him. "No, it's your turn. I went the last time. I still have the blemish marks to prove it."

"Yours are wearing off in a couple of days. I still have this haircut," Blaise countered. "And will for the next week and a half."

Pansy scowled, but eyed Blaise's hair and nodded grudgingly. Then she suddenly paused and looked up around them at the rest of the students in the common room, most of whom were trying to sneak out unnoticed. "Oi, you lot!"

A group of first years froze, terrified, while the rest, older and experienced, took this as their cue to dash out – one of the few instances that many a Slytherin would be found running.

Blaise glanced at the first years, and he and Pansy shared a wicked grin. "Come here, you lot…you're going to have, a, ah, learning experience." In a quieter, more thoughtful tone, regretfully running his hand through his own uneven hair, he mused, "I hope none of you are all that precious about your looks yet."

"Oh, bugger, bugger, bugger."

Inside, Draco was now pacing the length of his room, cursing under his breath. His wand danced in the air as he cast several spells that left half of the items in his room in pieces and then repaired them, only to repeat the process several times. A soft, timid knock sounded at the door, and he whirled in mid-flick, growling.

"Whoever it is, I am not in the mood to see you, and you are a breath away from having bad skin for the next two weeks."

There was a soft 'meep!', then the sound of quickly retreating footsteps.

Draco resumed his pacing and cursing.

"Bugger, bugger, bugger it all to hell!"

I am Draco Lucius Malfoy. I am the prince of Slytherin House. I am the heir of the Malfoy estate. I am poised and possessed and always perfectly composed.

And yet. I go and do something as stupid as allow myself to be revealed when spying on Harry Potter, and then come this close to apologizing to him.


If Father ever found out…

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupid brain, stupid mouth."

Draco rather wished that he knew what exactly triggered the unpredictable music cues, because then he might have kept his mouth shut. Instead, as it stood, a guitar – his own, personal guitar nonetheless, he realized in astonishment – materialized in his arms suddenly, and he nearly stumbled, attempting to steady himself under the sudden bulk.

Knowing it was futile to resist, Draco allowed his hands to fly over the strings into position, and he began to pluck at the strings, and then sing, accompanied by the casual rhythm of unseen drums.

"My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again…

"Hermione," sighed Ron, pushing away his History of Magic text in disgust. "Can't we go look for Harry now?"

"Ron," Hermione hissed in return. "We are still in class."

"But it's Binns," he retorted. "He wont notice whether we're here or not, and I'm sick of looking at this." He half-heartedly swiped at his book again.

"It's not even ten minutes into class, and you don't even read your text, you draw obscene scribbles all over it. I've seen them," she said, before he could argue.

"Well," Ron made a face. "I've run out of space to doodle. And I'm worried about Harry. And Binns isn't even teaching, so its not like you're missing anything."

Hermione cast a glance over at their teacher, who, sure enough, was drifting on the spot in front of the classroom, humming a very bad rendition of Beethoven's 9th Symphony to himself and not even looking at his notes. The rest of the class, she noticed then, had taken advantage of their professor's ignorance and left twenty seconds after he'd started humming.

"Very well then," she sighed. "Let's go look for Harry. He's probably still in the Room of Requirement."

Ron was already waiting for her at the door, both of their book bags in hand.

Back up in said Room of Requirement, the same music as in the dungeons was being played, with a slightly edgier tone to it – a heavier bass and more electric guitar riffs, as Harry, to his chagrin, once more found himself abandoning his comfort-seeking and self-wallowing in favor of singing. He was only thankful that this time he was alone, as the words tumbled out of his mouth. He didn't notice that the door was still ajar, and his voice, strong and husky in this song, was carrying out into the corridor.

"To Malfoy when I got drunk yesterday
And I could see
He was just baffled
He didn't say a damn thing
Just ran off before I could explain…"

"Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Father always said 'think before speaking'
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon…

Draco settled himself down into an armchair as he kept on strumming gently. He barely listened to the words he sang, just allowing his voice – smooth, quiet, almost soft – to carry across his room. Hints of it drifted out of his room, and down towards the Slytherin common room, where Blaise and Pansy lifted their heads and glanced at each other, then to the direction of Draco's room.

"I hear – music." Blaise stated. "Do you hear music?"

"Is that Draco?" Pansy asked in response, not answering Blaise. "Those first years are useless."

The two exchanged looks again, then got up to investigate.

"I hear - music," Ron paused in his steps. "Do you hear music?"

"Is that Harry?" Hermione cocked her head to listen. "Oh dear, maybe we should have come earlier."

The two exchanged glances, then hurried their pace towards the Room of Requirement.

"We bit our lips
He looked uncomfortable
All he did was stand there and stare
I finally stopped scoffing my chocolate and Butterbeer - "

Harry glanced down at the offending objects and pushed himself up out of his chair, making his way over to the window, where he sat on the sill and stared out, not paying attention to his surroundings and simply continuing to sing.

"And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good, what just slipped out and what went wrong…"

He never noticed when Ron and Hermione arrived, hesitating at the door as they listened to him, and exchanging confused looks.

"You knock," Blaise said. "Its quiet."

Pansy glared at him. "Me? Why me?"

"Yes, you. Because I don't want to prolong this haircut – or get something worse."

"Oh, and I suppose you think I do. No. You knock. You're his best friend."

"That didn't stop him from ruining my hair. You've known him forever."

Pansy glanced around. "I wonder if there are any more first years who haven't learned to hide from us yet."

"Oh, the way he feels about me has changed
I know, cause he said it again and again -

"You know, he has a good set of pipes on him," Blaise remarked casually as Draco began singing again.

Pansy nodded, then suddenly frowned slightly and pressed her ear to Draco's door. "Wait, is he playing his guitar?"

Blaise scrambled to press his ear right next to hers. "I think he is," he breathed. "He's playing his guitar, Pansy. He's playing his guitar. Knock already."

Pansy's hand was almost at the door when she suddenly paused. "No," she shook her head firmly trying to clear it. "No. You want it so badly, you knock."

"You want it too," Blaise reminded her. "It's Draco playing his guitar. Come on, I know you want to…just knock."

"Stop telling me that!" Pansy hissed at him.

"So should I regret
Since now I know what he's thinking
That I said what I'd said -"

"I will when you knock," Blaise replied blithely. "What is that boy singing about?"

Pansy shrugged. "I don't know," she sulked. "I'm not knocking."

"But what's a boy to do
After all what's done is done…

"He really is good, isn't he?" Pansy sighed. She looked at her hand, then at Draco's door. Gingerly she touched her hand to her cheek and sighed again wistfully. "Ah, dear complexion…you'll be flawless again one day," she murmured apologetically to her skin.

Blaise didn't even bother to hide his grin.

"Blimey," Ron said under his breath, his eyes wide.

Hermione nodded furtively, her eyes equally wide.

Harry was now leaning back on the wall, his head thrown back, eyes shut and his hands clenched into dramatic fists in front of him as he belted out,

"I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be in misery
Than have him hear me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting now -

"Blimey," Ron said again.

This time, Harry heard him, and spun around to face his best friends staring at him in wonder. His emerald eyes widened, and his mouth opened wordlessly.

"Merlin," Blaise breathed.

Pansy nodded furtively. It would seem she was extraordinarily lucky, for before her knuckles could even touch Draco's door, it had flung itself open, therefore absolving her of immediate responsibility. Meanwhile, the blonde inside was revealed to them, still perched in his armchair, legs crossed, guitar firmly nestled on his lap as his fingers danced over the strings. He'd looked up, startled and indignant, when his door had thrown itself open and revealed his two best friends half-crouched awkwardly in the doorway. He had not, however, yelled at them, instead, he'd frowned, and opened his mouth, and out came,

"One more thing:
Could this be my fault?
Maybe I was being too harsh
But it's all because of this desire…

This had not gone over so well with him, as his face had twisted into a scowl of sorts and he'd made vaguely threatening noises and gestures to his friends, who had rather handily just deciphered that as long as the song went on, Draco couldn't control his actions, they would therefore not be murdered on the spot, and so they'd exchanged bright grins, straightened up where they were, and watched.

Prepared to run as soon as the song ended, of course.

They were Slytherins, after all.

Harry was now also discovering that as long as he was condemned to singing, he would not possess the ability to act of his own accord. Much to his displeasure, he was discovering this not only for the second time, but the second time in front of an audience.

Upon seeing his best friends, he'd meant to go "eep!" and run off, perhaps retreat to sanctuary in the middle of the Forbidden Forest and never be seen again. Instead, he'd jumped off smoothly from his position on the windowsill and approached his very stunned, very amused friends, and then held his arms out in a very plaintive sort of plea-like gesture, and then sang about his feelings for Draco.


"I just wanted him to like
I just didn't want him to hate me
Looks like that won't be happening
Just call me captain backfire…

"Oh, the way I feel about him has changed,
Thanks to damn Potions class again.
Why'd I ever take it?"

Harry was just very, very, very thankful that he'd not sung out Draco's name then as he'd done in the earlier song, because then, as if it wasn't bad enough as it was, him being alone in a room of Butterbeer and chocolate and singing, he would have been singing about his er, piqued interest in Draco Malfoy in front of his friends, and then they would never let him out of St Mungo's. But even then, Ron and Hermione had exchanged baffled looks, and remained where they were, determined expressions on their face.

They would find out who Harry was singing about, even if they had to make him.

They were Gryffindors, after all.

Draco was glaring fiercely at his friends, who were still watching him, as he was still singing and strumming his guitar, even as he mentally went through a list of appropriate retributions. His fingers were itching to remove themselves from his guitar and attach themselves to his wand, where he would then make each of his friend's worst nightmares come true.

"Father said 'think before speaking'
No filter in my head
Oh, what do Malfoys do?
Well, we go and find one!

So that's 'being as wide as Goyle' for dear Blaise, Draco planned, and 'looking like Eloise Midgen' for Pansy.

Harry was trying to edge away from his friends, who were all but full-out gawking at him as he continued to gesticulate in that rather exaggerated manner and swagger confidently around. He was desperate to just bolt out of there, hibernate in his dorm and never let himself be seen ever again.

"I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than be thought of as crazy…

I bet, he mused as the music finally seemed to dwindle a little, and his feet twitched in anticipation of fleeing, I can outrun them both.

The final line of the song was clear in both rooms, as the music faded out, and only Harry and Draco's voices held out clearly.

"So, I'm never speaking up again

When the last note ended in the Room of Requirement, Ron and Hermione, who had anticipated such an event, were already clutching firmly onto Harry's arms – one each – even as he'd tried valiantly to sprint past them.

When the last note ended down in the dungeons, Blaise and Pansy were throwing themselves into separate corners of Draco's rooms, because the door had slammed firmly shut, cutting off their escape, and Draco now had his wand in hand.

"Eep," went Harry, Blaise and Pansy.

"Pounce," went Draco, Hermione and Ron.

AN: Eep – and, um, yes, I "eep" - I know this has taken forever, even by my standards, and I really would like to apologize like mad, but (points to lecturers) blame them! They're the ones who are piling on a whole bunch of assignments on me, and slowly killing off my brain cells, leaving me slightly unable to write coherently or decently. On the plus side, this chapter is finally done, and is a lot longer than the usual chapters, methinks. :)

So, I hope you guys all liked this chapter, cause the style might have changed a little, and that it was worth the insanely long wait for which I once more apologize.

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Just a note that the song butchered in this chapter is by the brilliant, fabulous, delectable John Mayer.

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