Harry felt his body freeze. So Crabbe hadn't been lying…unless this was just another Slytherin scheme. Were they serious? Did they really expect Harry to buy that after what he'd just found out?

Large, strong arms wrapped about his mid-section and pulled him back against a heavily muscled chest. Harry, deprived of human contact for most of his life, couldn't help but melt into the embrace.

"There's no one around to see what I'm about to do, so I don't know if it'll mean as much to you. But, I just want, hell, need you to know how I feel."

So without music to accompany him and no crowd to show off to, Gregory Goyle, ex-minion of Draco Malfoy sang softly to Harry Potter. Putting every ounce of his feelings behind the words.

"I've been watching your world from afar. I've been trying to be where you are,and I've been secretly falling apart."

Harry closed his eyes. Gregory's voice was deep, soft, and beautiful. The low singing was mournful and it made his heart clench.

"I'll see. To me, you're strange and you're beautiful. You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see. You turn every head but you don't see me."

That wasn't true. Harry had always noticed the larger boy. It was hard to miss him. He was quiet and built like the terminator. Plus, for an hour in second year, Harry had been Gregory. He'd quite literally walked in the boy's shoes. One didn't easily forget an experience like that and he'd found himself paying more and more attention to Malfoy's tallest minion.

"I'll put a spell on you. You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.And when I wake you,I'll be the first thing you see. And you'll realize that you love me."

The song spoke of Gregory's almost obsessive need to possess Harry. Of his strongest and most secret desire to make Harry his, no matter the cost.

"Yeah...Yeah...Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first.Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes.And I know the waiting is all you can do,sometimes..."

So Gregory had waited and waited. Now finally he had his chance. He turned Harry around in his arms, so that he could look into his beautiful green eyes. The same color of his snake's scales when the moonlight hit it just right.

"I'll put a spell on you." He sang softly. "You'll fall asleep. I'll put a spell on you. And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see. And you'll realize that you love me."

He put his fingers under Harry's chin and tipped his face up. He brought their lips closer together. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah…"

He pressed their lips together. Yes, Gregory Goyle, Slytherin Buffoon kissed Harry Potter, Golden Boy. Kissed him deeply, thoroughly, and enjoyed every second of it. So did Harry. After a few minutes, Harry pushed him away. Or tried to. Gregory was much larger and almost didn't notice the pressure that had been applied to his chest. But because he was so attuned to Harry after years of watching him, he did notice and stepped back immediately.

Both boys were breathing heavily. Harry took a deep breath, swallowed and began to speak. "I can't..."

Gregory felt despair crash though him and turned to leave. A hand on his arm stopped him and turned him back around. "Wait a minute!" Harry snapped. "Let me finish. I'm interested. In you, in," He hesitated. "This." He waved his hand back and forth indicating the both of them.

Gregory felt his heart flutter in his chest. Harry Potter was interested in a relationship…with him! It was almost too good to be true. Surreptitiously, he pinched himself. But instead of waking up in his own bed as he'd expected, he found himself still standing in front of the boy he'd had a crush on for the past seven years, with a slightly sore spot on his arm. He rubbed it and waited for Harry to continue. He was squirming under Gregory's gaze, searching for the words to explain.

"I am interested, but, it's too soon after…you know."

Gregory nodded, he understood that. Harry had just suffered a major blow; he needed some time to recover. Gregory could give him that. After seven years, a few more months or whatever wouldn't be a big deal. He was a patient person.

"I understand." He said softly. "Out of curiosity, how did you find out about Draco?"

Harry smiled a little. "Crabbe told me."

"Really? Vincent did?"

"Yes. He told me everything."

Gregory goggled when he caught Harry's full meaning. "But…how could he? I never…"

Harry shrugged. "I guess he's more observant than he seems." His smile grew wider. "He put some veritiserum in Malfoy's goblet so that I could verify what he was telling me. You have a really great friend in him, you know?"

Gregory nodded dumbly. "The best." He croaked out, touched by his friend's loyalty. He stared at Harry for a few moments then said with more confidence. "I will give you as much time as you need, but." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I reserve the right to convince you with any means I deem necessary."

Harry blushed and nodded. "Alright Greg."

The Slytherin almost howled in triumph. Instead he swept Harry up in his arms and held him as tightly as possible. He would never let the boy go, and would do everything in his power to make the Gryffindor want to stay with him.

He swore it on his magic.

The End

A/N: For those of you who are going to complain that Greg is copying Draco – well, yeah. Look I made him sweet and all in this fic but he's still stupid Goyle. I didn't give him a higher IQ just a sweeter personality.

And no, I don't know who got silence pregnant.