A/N: Okay so this is a three-shot three-song fic. I use: "Break Your Heart" by Taio Cruz, "Impossible" by Shontelle, and "Strange and Beautiful" by Aqualung.
My birthday was July 25th – I turned 20. Now I'm old.
Bold: thoughts or emphasis
Disclaimer: No own
"Harry Potter." Draco called down the hallway, trying to get the boy's attention.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Said boy snapped.
"Will you go out with me?"
Harry gaped at him. "You're serious?"
Harry sneered. "Whatever game you're playing Malfoy, I'm not interested. Go and find some other patsy." He stomped away, never once looking back.
Draco glided back to the Slytherin Common Room, cool and collected as usual; seemingly not bothered by the rejection. He sat in his favorite chair next to the fireplace and contemplated his situation.
A deep voice cut through his thoughts. "So what did he say?"
"He said no, which is more than I expected. I thought he'd just hex me and leave."
"What are you going to do now, then?"
"I'll have to make some kind of grand gesture, one that he would consider completely humiliating." Draco sneered. Gryffindors were such a waste of time, so easy to fool. "I won't gain his trust if I don't. I already have something in mind."
"Look Draco, I don't like this. I think you should call the whole thing off."
"That's the reason I don't keep you around for thinking – you have no sense. We're talking about 500 galleons here!"
"You're one of the richest wizards in the world! 500 galleons are what? One tie?"
"You know my mother has put a limit on my spending since the final battle. Thinks it will teach me a lesson. I could use the extra cash."
"Goyle, what is wrong with you? If I didn't know any better I would think you were sweet on the resident Golden Boy."
There was a rather pregnant silence. Then Draco started to guffaw. It turned into a full-blown belly laugh.
"Oh that is precious: the Slytherin Buffoon in love with the savior of the wizarding world!"
Goyle said nothing; it would only make things worse for him.
Draco sneered at him. "You are a fool. I should kill you where you stand. But I can't get in trouble here; they'll throw me in Azkaban. So, for now, I let you live. I warn you though, stay out of my sight. Come back once you've regained your senses!"
The next day Draco approached Harry in the great hall where he was sitting at the Gryffindor table, alone. "I've come to ask you again Potter, if you will grant me permission to court you. Though, I should warn you, if you agree to go out with me…"
"Who said I was going to?"
Draco chuckled, it was smug. "Oh you will. But before you do…" Music filled the air. "Listen to me baby." Draco sang his voice deep.
Everyone turned to watch the spectacle, completely shocked. Draco Malfoy was singing…in the middle of the great hall…to Harry Potter…trying to get him to go out with him! Someone look out a window for surely the world has come to an end!
Harry was speechless for a few moments, barely managing to speak out bewilderedly, "Baby?"
"Before I love and leave ya."
"I'm not a wham, bam, thank you sir type of guy Malfoy. Go away." Harry interjected. But Draco didn't' stop singing. If anything, his voice grew louder.
"They call me heart breaker."
"Gee I wonder why." Harry said snidely. "Couldn't possibly be the fact that you've fucked and dumped most of the kids in this school?"
"I don't wanna deceive ya."
"…Yes you do, that's kind of your job."
"If you fall for me…"
"I'm not easy to please."
"I might tear you apart."
"That's another one of your jobs."
"Told you from the start, baby, from the start." Draco started…dancing? Harry guessed it was dancing, but it looked more like a statue twitching, trying to come awake. "I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart. I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart!"
"Which is why I won't date date your date date your ass!"
"There's no point in trying to hide it. No point trying to evade it. I know I got a problem. Problem with misbehavin'."
"Understatement of the Year Award goes to!" Harry mumbled under his breath. It was clear Malfoy wasn't listening to him, so might as well save his throat the pain that would follow a lot of yelling.
"If you fall for me, I'm not easy to please. I might tear you apart."
"Now you're starting to repeat yourself." Harry pointed out. "If you're going to make me sit and listen to this could you at least skip to different lyrics?"
The music playing in the background skipped a few beats and Draco sang instead, "And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold."
"Yeah that's why you should be afraid of karma. Not because of the people you tortured or imprisoned."
"Like a big bad wolf, I'm born to be bad and bad to the bone."
"More like a ferret."
"If you fall for me, I'm only gonna tear you apart. Told you from the start. I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart. I'm only gonna-"
"Alright!" Harry shouted. "I'll go out with you."
The music stopped abruptly and Draco's mouth closed with a small clack. He smiled. "Good. Just be sure you remember my warning when this is all over."
"Oh don't worry, I'll remember." But secretly, deep down; Harry couldn't help but be flattered.
Inside Draco gave a little victory dance. He was dozens of steps closer to winning the bet and gaining more than a little spending money.
Across the room, back at the Slytherin table, all Gregory Goyle could do was watch and wait. Never noticing the concerned gaze that lingered on him.