Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire: The Musical
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,541
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm not that ... boy
By now everyone realized something hinky was defiantly going down.
Everyone had a different theory. Some believed it was the work of Dark Wizards, a theory that was quickly shot down, because what Dark Wizard would want to make everyone break into song and dance? What purpose, other than utter distraction, could it serve?
Most believed Fred and George Weasely were behind things and it was all one big prank. But the gurus of prankdom, second coming of the Marauders themselves, had grudgingly admitted they were not the cause of this most excellent work.
Harry really couldn’t care less. His brain felt fried. He had barely survived the first task, and finding a date for the Yule Ball was swiftly becoming a task in and of itself.
Harry knew he should be studying his golden egg, but it was the night of the Yule Ball and the most he could bring himself to do was stare moodily out at the grounds.
Ron stuck his head in the boy’s dorm. “Oi, Harry! You ready mate? Its time to go down to start the Ball.”
“Yeah Ron, I’ll be down in a minute.”
Harry’s reluctant partner, Parvarti Patil, danced the requisite first dance with him; then disappeared with he sister Padma. Harry was glad to see her go.
Draco and Cedric chose that moment to waltz by. Yes, Cedric had gotten up the nerve to bring his boyfriend, and people were surprisingly unfazed.
Harry retreated to the gardens for a bit of fresh air. The image of Cedric and Draco, together, just a bit too vivid in his mind’s eye.
“Hands touch, eyes meet. Sudden silence...sudden heat...” Harry began, imagining the bright blush on Cedric’s cheeks. Brought on by the heady combination of the press of bodies in such a small space and the nearness of Draco no doubt.
“He could be that boy...but I’m not that guy...”
He stopped next to a still reflecting pool and stared hard at the green-eyed boy-savior who stared back.
“Don’t dream too far, don’t lose sight of who you are...don’t remember that rush of joy...” He sang harshly. “He could be that boy...but I’m not that guy.”
He picked up a handful of pebbles and began to toss them, one by one, into the pool.
“Ev’ry so often we long to steal to the land of what-might-have-been...” He sang softly, watching the cascading ripples. “But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel, when reality sets back in.”
He got up and moved back towards the castle, and when he was close enough he saw two figures framed in a window.
Draco and Cedric.
They were standing close, chatting, a serene smile on Draco’s face.
“Blithe smile, lithe limb. He is winsome, he wins him. Gold hair with a gentle curl...that’s the guy he chose and...heaven knows...I’m not that boy. Don’t wish, don’t start, wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn’t born for the rose and the pearl...”
Cedric and Draco kissed, a sweet chaste meeting of the lips, and Harry felt it like a punch to the gut.
“Theres a guy I know...he loves him, so...I’m not that boy.”
Harry reentered, but bypassed the Great Hall in favor of trudging up to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: Yes, yes I know I used the word 'hinky' blame The Lone Gunmen!
NOW REVIEW!!!
Everyone had a different theory. Some believed it was the work of Dark Wizards, a theory that was quickly shot down, because what Dark Wizard would want to make everyone break into song and dance? What purpose, other than utter distraction, could it serve?
Most believed Fred and George Weasely were behind things and it was all one big prank. But the gurus of prankdom, second coming of the Marauders themselves, had grudgingly admitted they were not the cause of this most excellent work.
Harry really couldn’t care less. His brain felt fried. He had barely survived the first task, and finding a date for the Yule Ball was swiftly becoming a task in and of itself.
Harry knew he should be studying his golden egg, but it was the night of the Yule Ball and the most he could bring himself to do was stare moodily out at the grounds.
Ron stuck his head in the boy’s dorm. “Oi, Harry! You ready mate? Its time to go down to start the Ball.”
“Yeah Ron, I’ll be down in a minute.”
Harry’s reluctant partner, Parvarti Patil, danced the requisite first dance with him; then disappeared with he sister Padma. Harry was glad to see her go.
Draco and Cedric chose that moment to waltz by. Yes, Cedric had gotten up the nerve to bring his boyfriend, and people were surprisingly unfazed.
Harry retreated to the gardens for a bit of fresh air. The image of Cedric and Draco, together, just a bit too vivid in his mind’s eye.
“Hands touch, eyes meet. Sudden silence...sudden heat...” Harry began, imagining the bright blush on Cedric’s cheeks. Brought on by the heady combination of the press of bodies in such a small space and the nearness of Draco no doubt.
“He could be that boy...but I’m not that guy...”
He stopped next to a still reflecting pool and stared hard at the green-eyed boy-savior who stared back.
“Don’t dream too far, don’t lose sight of who you are...don’t remember that rush of joy...” He sang harshly. “He could be that boy...but I’m not that guy.”
He picked up a handful of pebbles and began to toss them, one by one, into the pool.
“Ev’ry so often we long to steal to the land of what-might-have-been...” He sang softly, watching the cascading ripples. “But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel, when reality sets back in.”
He got up and moved back towards the castle, and when he was close enough he saw two figures framed in a window.
Draco and Cedric.
They were standing close, chatting, a serene smile on Draco’s face.
“Blithe smile, lithe limb. He is winsome, he wins him. Gold hair with a gentle curl...that’s the guy he chose and...heaven knows...I’m not that boy. Don’t wish, don’t start, wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn’t born for the rose and the pearl...”
Cedric and Draco kissed, a sweet chaste meeting of the lips, and Harry felt it like a punch to the gut.
“Theres a guy I know...he loves him, so...I’m not that boy.”
Harry reentered, but bypassed the Great Hall in favor of trudging up to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: Yes, yes I know I used the word 'hinky' blame The Lone Gunmen!
NOW REVIEW!!!