The game and love

36

Harry stood in the small sound proof booth waiting the signal and the sound to kick through his head set. He had finished his first demo track and now the producer wanted to make a master track. He was ready. The beat came in a little light, Harry signaled he wanted more sound in the headset and he smiled as he began to sing.

We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
And I think about it all the time
Sweet temptation rush all over me
And I think about it all the time
Passion desire so intense,
I can't take anymore because

I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
I don't wanna be,
I've got to be chained to you

And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
And I think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny
That I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend,
to have my hand on the wheel because

I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you

I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
I don't wanna be,
I've got to be chained to you

And I think about you all the time
And I think about you all the time
Yeah I think about it all the time
Tell me it's madness I barely know you
We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Ten steps back you're still a mystery
Acting live a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
I can't take anymore because

I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
I don't wanna be,
No, I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you

I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
I don't wanna be
I've got to be chained to you

Tell me it's madness
I barely know you
Do you wanna be chained to me?

When he had finished the man managing the recording equipment gave the thumbs up. Harry, tired and worn stepped out of the sound proof booth and walked over to the man and looked at him and yawned. "Did we get it scott?" The man nodded. "I got all the vocals and stuff I need from you Mr. Potter, you can get some rest if you like." Harry liked that Idea, but he always liked working with scott in the studio, this was his music after all and even if this guy was an actually licensed producer, it didn't sit well to let him be alone with something so precious to him. "You're a great talent, keeping working at it." Harry nodded, he hated industry jerks, he had met with a few when they inquired about his work, they had quickily shugged him off realizing how much time and refinement he still needed. Draco's mother had suggested Scott off hand, she had worked with him when he needed some magazine publicity. So far, it had been a good match.

Harry sat and drank a bottle of water as he watched Scott fiddle with the equipment, then just as his mind wandered, Tim came into the studio, very quietly. "We're done in here for the day Timothy." Harry said a bit more harshly then he had intended. The boy looked at him, a shade of disappointment in his features. Tim had taken to the habit of watching Harry work, not that that bothered him much, it was just, sometimes Harry's work was just for Harry and he didn't know how to explain that without hurting the poor kid's feelings. "Well ummmm, I just wanted to come in and tell you that the game starts in like 5 hours" Tim said sticking his tounge out and then turning and leaving the room.

Shit, how could he have forgotten? Draco had his first chance at Qaurterback tonight and Harry had let it slip his mind. "Scott, you're gonna have to lock up the studio when you leave." Scott smiled at his console, "I figured as much, you blokes have fun alright?" He was half chuckling "Sure thing." Harry said simpily. He let himself be whisked away by thoughts of the old days, seeing Draco on the football field. He couldn't wait.

Harry and Tim took a limo to Qwest field, Harry really never liked driving and this was a nice thing Draco had offered when Harry had almost got into an accident two weeks ago. He was still sort of shaken by it, but once Draco had decided to get a personal limo for him, he felt relief. As they arrived at the field Harry remembered they needed their personal passes. "Oh Damn it!" Spat Harry Irritation clearly in his voice. Tim looked at him. "What?" the boy said directly. "I forgot our passes." Harry groaned and Tim smiled. "Yes, you did. However, I didn't." Harry's eyes glared down at him. "You little..." And they were off running and Tim was screaming "I didn't mean to" Harry caught Tim as they ran into a security gaurd named Tom Felton. Harry gave the man their passes and he eyed them carefully. "This says you have suite box all to yourself." Tom said still looking at them and then returning them. "Follow me." He then directed them to where they were going to be during the game.

Tim looked impressed, so was Harry, he couldn't believe all the things this box had. Then a strange woman walked in and introduced herself. "My name is Emma Wattson, I'll be your personal chef this evening." She smiled at Tim who was very excited by this notion. He pulled Harry down to him so he could whisper in his ear. "Do you think it would be ok if I got something?" Harry smiled, "I think so, but let me call Draco first." Tim nodded anxiously. Harry blushed as his own stomach grumbled. He dialed his Cellphone and it rang and rang and rang and rang, finally, Draco answered him. "Hey, were real busy right now, can this wait?" Harry answered him calmly. "Tim just wants to know if he can get something from the personal chef lady that's here. Draco chuckled, "Yes, I've already taken care of the costs, it's alright." Harry silently was glad as his own hunger made itself known. "See you after the game." Draco said and the phone clicked off.

"So what should we get?" Harry said as he put the phone back in his jeans pocket. Tim grinned devilishly, then he looked at the chef. "What can you make?" He asked sweetly. "Oh anything you like, but if you need ideas, this menu should help." Both of them smiled at her and Harry took the menu. "I'll be back to check on you in a few minutes. Would you like anything to drink?" Tim nodded. "coke please." he replied. "Pepsi for me." Harry said, illiciting a grumble from Tim. "Pepsi is for losers." Harry Jabbed him as the Chef went to get their drinks. They spent their time looking at everything on the menu and making oohs and awwws, especially in the dessert section.

When she returned they fired their orders off rapidly, not missing a beat, she took it all down and left for the kitchens. "This is gonna be so awesome, we are gonna be so fat that Draco won't love you anymore." Harry backwashed into his Pepsi. "Don't be dumb." He laughed, coughing a bit from his drinking mishap. He slugged Tim and the boy also choked on his drink. "Geez, we're even now, K?" Tim pleaded. Harry nodded his ceasation of hostilities.

The food arrived and they both were like wild animals, the only sounds that could be heard were tearing chewing and swallowing. Harry had the ribs and Tim had the only thing a boy of his age likes...everything! As they ate they didn't notice that the players had gone out for their strech and warmup routines. When both boys stopped attacking their food, they went over to the window to look out at in the field. "Wow." Breathed Tim. "Ye..*burp* Yeah, wow, scuse me." Tim Chuckled and put his arm around Harry's mid back. "Do you think he can see us?" Tim asked. "I don't really know Timothy." The boy sighed. "I hope he can Harry." He said softly. "Me too bud, me too."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Joe Buck, alonside me is Troy Aikman and we are set for week two of the NFL preseason. The Seattle Seahawks take on the Houston Texans. Tonight we will finnally get a chance to see the future of this franchise in action. Draco Malfoy will take the helm in the second and third qaurters. Troy, alot has been made of this kid as the number one pick in the draft, what should we see tonight?"

"Well Joe, I talked with him earlier today and he seemed very excited, but expressed the need to play solid fundimentals at his position tonight, not worry about stats and just make sure his foot work is right and that he can make all the throws."

"we'll just have to keep our eyes open to make sure he makes good on that Troy. Next up, it's kickoff and the start of a young man's pro career. Seahawks, Texans, it's coming your way, Next!"

End Chapter 36

A/N haha cliffhanger. Will Update soon, more reviews always makes me want to update faster. *wink wink* lol. By the way, the lyrics are "Chained to you" By savage Garden, you'll all begin to see my obssesion with Darren Hayes in later chapters. Love you all.