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Don't Hate Me
[edit: 1/13/07 11:50 PM] corrected some horrible spelling and grammer and stuff that I found after reading it myself. >.<
Author's Note: I take it that you all enjoyed the song Sirius Black from chapter 4: Sirius Black immensely? Yeah, I thought yal might appreciate it. ^__^ Isn't it the most hilarious thing ever?! XD
Btw, some chapters later on won't have lyrics in them, meaning that the song is soley for background music purposes. And when the lyrics are still in, but the song link is given at the top, like this chapter, that means you can listen while reading, and then you should start from the beginning again when you get to the lyrics part. And times when the link is given right before the lyrics, that means you can't listen to it until you get to that part. Like in Chapter 4: Sirius Black. ^__^ Just FYI.
Anyways, here's the link to this chapter's music:
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168726591.mp3
Oh yes, and also, I know some of these voices are really different, but it's really the beat and tune and the lyrics I want to get across, so if their voices are bothering you cuz you don't think it can come out of our dear little Harry, just imagine a different voice. use your imaagginnnaattiiioonnnn. :D
AND I'M STILL TAKING SONG REQUESTS!! For regulations, read the bottom of chapter 4: Sirius Black. ^__^
----Chapter 5: Don't Hate Me----
Harry yawned as he stretched out his body in his queen-sized bed festooned in silky gold blankets and comforters, along with a matching set of three pillows. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, trying to rid himself of the morning glaze that always seemed to stay with him for a while after waking up. Harry grudgingly got up and stumbled over to the showers. Adjusting the water to the scorching hot temperature he liked, Harry stepped into the stall and started thinking about why he felt so dead this morning.
Oh yes, now I remember, Harry smiled as he recalled what happened yesterday. Everyone was so excited about going to America that they had ANOTHER grand party. And I was forced to drink. So now I must have a bit of a hangover.
After lathering his hair in shampoo and conditioner, Harry dried off and put on his boxers. He looked over to the clock.
Ten o’clock. Thirty minutes until the radio interview on 106.1.
He walked over to his closet, still clad in only his boxers. Opening the door to his closet, he walked into what had to be the world’s largest walk-in closet. He had row upon row of costumes and regular clothe, shelf upon shelf of shoes, accessories, wigs, you name the lot. Yes, he was quite rich-- disregarding the money he had already inherited from the Potter family and the Black family-- thanks to how popular his band was.
Harry walked around a bit, trying to decide what to wear. He never did have a sense of fashion, so he didn’t really trust his own opinion. But, he had been told by everyone that he looked good in everything anyways, so he supposed it didn’t really matter. Finally, the chill getting through his naked skin making him shiver uncontrollably, he just grabbed the nearest outfit and changed into it.
Harry walked to the full-body mirror in the back of the closet. Hmm, I guess this’ll do, he thought as he stared at his reflection. Apart from his still untamable hair-- no matter how much conditioner he put in-- he looked pretty dashing. He had a white body-hugging tee shirt that ended right above the hips, meaning it showed a slit of smooth skin above his baggy jeans that were already clinging to his hips for dear life. The tee shirt had upon it in red bolded capital letters: THE TROUBLE WITH LIFE IS THERE’S NO BACKGROUND MUSIC. Harry thought this was pretty funny, even though he didn’t quite get it. He put on a red and white jacket with gold lining and walked out of his closet. After allowing a hole in the wards for him to Apparate through, he left with a crack.
***
Harry arrived at the station waiting room fifteen minutes early. He looked around. It didn’t seem anyone else was here yet. He sighed and sat down a couch, waiting for his comrades. The second he got himself comfortable, there was a crack and someone else appeared.
Nodding in greeting, Harry scooted over as the person walked towards him, obviously wanting to sit down too.
“Malfoy.”
“Potter,” Draco said, nodding back at him. He sat down and leaned his head back, looking at Harry discretely from the corner of his eye.
He was, once again, shocked at how heavenly Potter turned out. He definitely didn’t emit this aura back in school, or else he would have noticed it; he, who had always looked for the most shaggable guys in Hogwarts and taking them. No one resisted him, and even though he had two years of abstinence because of his job, he was sure Potter wouldn’t resist him either once he got down to seducing the seemingly straight Savior-Of-The-Wizarding-World.
Yes, Draco had known since his fifth year at Hogwarts that he was gay, although he made sure that none of his lovers told his father because, although he obeyed his father every command, his sexual preference was something he wanted to keep. He didn’t need his father barging in and beating the crap out of him for not being able to produce little Malfoy pureblood heirs. No, he didn’t fancy that.
Looking over to Potter again, Malfoy saw Potter yawn and stretch; that little bit of his well-toned naked stomach that was already showing broadening. His breath hitched as images suddenly flashed into his head. Trying to not think about it, he started a conversation with Potter, hoping to endure the next five minutes until everyone arrived without getting too aroused.
“So, Potter, how are you today?” Malfoy winced slightly at the poor conversation starter.
Harry looked over at Malfoy surprisingly, not expecting him to actually talk. “Um, I’m fine. Had a bit of a hangover.”
Malfoy lifted one eyebrow, “Really? You hardly drank anything yesterday.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t hold alcohol that well...” Harry mumbled, looking down. How adorable, thought Malfoy.
“Wow, never thought the great Harry Potter can’t drink three shots without getting drunk.”
Harry hmphed and turned the other way, pouting a bit. He wasn’t particularly proud of his alcohol tolerance.
“Oh, well, I guess your other attributes makes up for that, eh?” Draco said, laughing at Harry.
Crack.
“HARRY!!” Amy yelled as she flung her arms around Harry. Draco flinched a bit. Amy drew back and surveyed Harry’s outfit.
“Harry, you look positively charming!” Amy beamed. She herself was wearing a bright pink miniskirt with black lacey, poofy stuff underneath, and a black tee with spiders all over it. Crack. Crack. Regie and Justin appeared.
“Awww, you still look better than me!” Justin sulked, pulling at his own choice of clothe. He had worn a black tee with the words ‘to sexy for my shirt’ written in lime green, the color of his highlights on his black hair, and nice, leather, black pants that showed off the shape of his legs. He clearly had worn these trying to outdo Harry.
“Why do you always look so nice?!” Justin stormed, taking a seat between Harry and Draco. Harry shrugged, not exactly knowing how to answer that. It’s not like he knew how he became like this. It just... happened over the summer after his seventh year at Hogwarts. All his friends commented on it. He didn’t really think that it was a good thing anyways, except for to boost the popularity of his band.
Regie, just wearing casual jeans and shirt, said hello to Harry and then walked over to Amy and started talking to her. After a minute or two, the light that used to be ‘on air’ turned off and the door underneath it opened.
A dirty blond man that seemed to be around their age walked out, his olive eyes wrinkling into a smile as he saw the members there. Counting them, he noticed that one person was missing.
“Where’s Brent?” Amy asked to no one in particular.
“I don’t know... but he drank a lot yesterday. He doesn’t usually do that,” replied Regie, frowning.
Justin sighed in exasperation, “That oaf, he better get here soon.”
The man shrugged and spoke for the first time, “Well, the show must go on. Come on in. I’ll leave a note on the door for him if he ever shows up to just come in. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Will Falton.” He held out his hand and shook everyone’s hand. Draco recognized him as the announcer that he had heard that first time he listened to this radio. Shaking his hand after everyone else had, Draco walked in and Will closed the door behind him.
They sat around five microphones and waited while Will pushed some buttons. The ‘on air’ sign flashed on again.
“You listeners out there won’t believe who I have with me right now. Well, actually, you can, since I was advertising this yesterday for the entire day,” Will said into his microphone, laughing.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, THE END! They will be going on their American tour in three weeks, and for the next few weeks they’ll be resting up, and then leaving for their three month trip. So, this is their last interview in a long time, folks. Owl in with questions anytime you want! To start thing off, let’s go down the line and ask these members some personal questions! Regie Grate! So you’re the keyboardist, and as I’ve heard and noticed, the most responsible guy in this band.”
“Sure am,” said Regie, smiling.
“Tell us, what do you think of your band? How did your instant popularity affect you?”
Regie paused a bit, thinking before replying, “Well, I love my band and its members. We’re the best buds ever. I’m really proud of the songs we have produced, and everyone is so talented that sometimes even I can’t believe what they’re capable of doing. I guess that’s another reason why I wasn’t surprised when we were so popular.”
“And Amy Pink, bass guitarist, how about you? What are your thoughts?” Will asked, now addressing Amy.
Amy’s eyes flashed as she answered cheerily, “I LOVE my band SO MUCH. You wouldn’t be able to tear me away from these fellas, we’re like this,” She crossed her fingers. “Oh wait, this is radio,” she laughed. “Well, I just crossed my fingers. Yeah.”
“And about your popularity?”
“The second we got together for our first practice ever, I KNEW we would be a raging success. I could feel it. With how hard we work, it would be impossible NOT to be popular.”
“Hmmm...well, next member! Justin Retcher, guitarist, your comments?”
“Like my fellow teammates, I also love this band a lot. And popularity was just another perk of being in a band.”
“Did you know you were going to be popular too?” Will asked.
“Duh, of course! What with my looks and talent, how could we not be?” Justin joked.
“Justin!” Amy laughed, punching him in the shoulder. Justin chuckled.
“No, I think Harry here fits into that category more,” Justin said, looking to where Harry was sitting all relaxed.
“What? Aw, stop it, Justin, you’re making me blush,” Harry laughed, really blushing a little. He didn’t mind Justin doing that when it was only them, but this was being broadcasted to who-know-where.
At this exact moment, flocks of owls flew into the office through the wall. Draco realized that it was just a glamour spell to make it look like a wall from inside, it was probably a window.
“Ah, a bunch of letters. Let’s start with the first one. From a Miss Laina Heward. ‘How do you make your songs so full of feeling? Your lyrics are very moving, and I love them so much, but it seems really hard to write them so deeply. Who writes the lyrics for the group?’” Will looked up to the members. Harry spoke up, “Uh, I do. Most of them, at least. Regie wrote some before, as did Amy.”
“Woohoo, writer, guitarist, AND lead singer? You’re a miracle already, and now this, Mr. Potter!” Harry blushed at the compliment.
“Well, next letter. From Miss Helena Grisly. ‘How often do you practice? What do you do with all your money? Are you all single? I’m single, you know. There’s a picture of me in the envelope if you want to marry me.’ Haha, Miss Grisly, a bit direct, aren’t we? So, The End, are all of you si—”
It was now that Brent Callaway decided to barge in, huffing, “I-I’m sorry. Overslept...augh...”
Will laughed as Brent took a seat hurriedly, “And now, Brent Callaway joins us at last. So, back to the question, are you all single?”
There was a silence in which Regie coughed.
“Okay... well, let’s go in order. Brent, since you just got here, are you?”
“Uh... no, I’m not. But I probably will be soon, seeing that we’re having problems. Don’t ask any more.” Brent ran a hand through his hair.
“Amy?”
“I am. Waiting for my prince charming, I suppose,” Amy laughed.
“Regie?”
“No, I’m not. I have a nice steady girlfriend,” said Regie, smiling.
“How about you, Justin? Any girlfriends, what, with your good looks and talent,” said Will laughingly, mimicking what Justin proclaimed earlier.
“No girlfriends, nope. Looking for a boyfriend though.”
Silence. Draco stared at Justin, looking at him in new light. A very wary light.
“Wow, this is news to me. Justin, you prefer males?” asked Will smoothly, not even daunted by the fact that that probably shocked the whole Wizarding world silent.
“Yes, I am gay,” Justin grinned, finally letting the whole world know.
“Do the other members know this?” Will inquired.
“Uh, yeah, we did. He told us like, a week after we debuted,” Harry stumbled out.
“Interesting... but anyways, moving on. Harry. Single or not?”
Draco held his breath. He was waiting for this answer, not know whether Potter was already in a relationship. He didn’t think he was, judging from his song Welcome To The Black Parade but he had to make sure. Not that if he WAS is in one, it’ll stop Draco from achieving his goal. No, he already set his eyes on Harry.
“Yeah, I’m single.”
Draco let out a tiny sigh of relief. He didn’t feel like making this any more complicated than it already was. Other than turning Harry from straight to gay and dodging all the curses during that process, he didn’t want to face off an angry girlfriend or anything like that.
***
After a lot more questions, the hour long interview ended and they all Apparated to their headquarters.
“Did you notice how much praise Harry got?” Justin asked once they all made themselves comfortable. Draco was with Regie and Brent on the couch opposite from Harry, Justin, and Amy (respectively).
“Yeah. Awwww, everyone loves you, Harry!” Amy cooed.
“Yeah, but I hate you, Harry. ‘Cause you’re so much better than me,” Justin joked.
Harry rolled his eyes, relaxing a bit more and sinking into the comfy couch, “Didn’t we already have this conversation when we started? Isn’t that how Don’t Hate Me (5) came to be?”
“Don’t Hate Me? Is that one of your songs?” Draco asked.
Harry laughed. Draco marveled how lively and carefree and gorgeous he looked when he laughed.
“Yeah. It was just for fun, though. We only played it once in public. How many of our songs have you heard, anyways?” asked Harry.
“Um... one, two, three? Yeah, three.”
Harry stared at Malfoy disbelievingly. With only three songs, he was motivated enough to take over their company and be their personal manager?
“I heard Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Welcome to the Black Parade, and that Sirius Black one you played yesterday. Which I still laugh when I think about it,” Draco chuckled.
“Wow...that’s it?” Justin mused.
“Well, can I hear Don’t Hate Me?” Draco asked. “So I can become such a good manager I’ll blow your socks off.”
Amy laughed as Harry smiled, replying, “Sure.”
The band members got up and took out their instruments. Draco settled down and waited as they tuned.
Harry turned around to look at Draco with those emerald eyes of his. Draco felt himself turning hot.
“Well, just a reminder, this was for fun when Justin kept bothering me about how much ‘better’ am than him. Which I still don’t agree to, we’re both equally good,” Harry said, turning to Justin with a grin. Draco’s insides fumed.
Harry turned around and plucked a string. “Here we go.”
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Don't hate me because I'm the best
Don't hate me because I'm the champion
Just love me like all the rest do
Don't be jealous when you see me in my fancy clothes
Sexy leather pants straight from Milan
Don't be angry when I'm dancing with your girlfriend
Just be happy she touched me for one night
And when I come to your town
Rolling in my golden limousine
It's only me
And when I come to your town
Rolling in my golden limousine
It's only me (meeeee)
(da da da da---)
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Don't hate me because I'm the best
Don't hate me because I'm the champion
Just love me like all the rest do
Love me
Draco applauded as the song came to an end. Seriously, hearing them live and up close was a totally different experience than in a radio. Their talent still awed him.
The End put their instruments away and sat back down, laughing at the memories that song brought up. Draco felt a bit left out as he listened, but of course he didn’t show it. Malfoys don’t show loneliness. Or any weakness. Even though his father was long gone, some of the things he beat into Draco head still lingered, casting a shadow over everything he did.
It’s really pleasant to just sit here talking with them. Or listening. But still, thought Draco, it’s fifty times better than listening to no one in the office.
***
So, with all the fun they had hanging out, three weeks passed pretty fast, and before long, they were packing for America. During these three weeks, Draco was sure that Potter felt more comfortable around him. First step, done, Draco thought. The next steps of the plan he had cooked up would take place in America. He would have to tinker with the lodging arrangements, of course...
Draco felt the happiest he’s ever felt in a few years, his school-boy energy coming back to him. This is what Harry brought out in him, and he liked it. Grinning like a madman (inside, of course. On the outside, he just wore a cool smirk.), he got upon the taxi that would take them and their load of things to the airport.
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TBC!!!!
(5) Don't Hate Me by Nerf Herder
Replies:
ashley: haha, that's not lame. I did the same thing when I first heard this song. ^_^
Obsidian Phoenix: I'll my best! ^__^ I knew that song would have an effect something along the lines of pissing oneself. ^__^
becs: Okay, I approve of your song, All The Same by Sick Puppies. I saw the free hugs campaign on youtube too, if that's where you got it. ^__^ The chapter that'll feature this song will probably be around number 12.
Katie: Yeah, the piss in pants thing. LOL
jaimie: Aaahhh, I can't get enough of these replies to the song Sirius Black. ^__^ I totally agree that is HILARIOUS. XD
vibora: Okay, I have rejected the song Reptilia by The Strokes, but I've accepted all the rest. Which, incase you can't remember, are You Only Live Once by The Strokes (chapter 8), When You Were Young by The Killers (chapter 14), Wake Up by The Living End (chapter 21), and My Name Is Trouble by Nightmare Of You (chapter 25). The chapters in parenthesis is an estimate which chapter it'll be featured in. ^__^ Wow, this story's gonna be a long one too. XD
Jojo: Another one who loved that song, I see. XD
Adrian: Sry, but I'm not exactly a 'fan'. I like some of their songs, but I don't follow them around and stuff, if you get what I'm saying. And, I don't think the people were laughing at Welcome to the Black Parade. They were thinking Sirius Black was funny. ^^" But I must say, Green Day and My Chemical Romance ARE pretty cool bands. ^__^
REEEVVIIIEEEWWWWWW!!!!! >.< OR YOU SHALL WAKE UP ONE MORNING WITH A FACE FULL OF... GREEN PIMPLES!!! MUAHAAHAHA!! omg, i'm starting to sound like professor trelawney. XD
Author's Note: I take it that you all enjoyed the song Sirius Black from chapter 4: Sirius Black immensely? Yeah, I thought yal might appreciate it. ^__^ Isn't it the most hilarious thing ever?! XD
Btw, some chapters later on won't have lyrics in them, meaning that the song is soley for background music purposes. And when the lyrics are still in, but the song link is given at the top, like this chapter, that means you can listen while reading, and then you should start from the beginning again when you get to the lyrics part. And times when the link is given right before the lyrics, that means you can't listen to it until you get to that part. Like in Chapter 4: Sirius Black. ^__^ Just FYI.
Anyways, here's the link to this chapter's music:
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168726591.mp3
Oh yes, and also, I know some of these voices are really different, but it's really the beat and tune and the lyrics I want to get across, so if their voices are bothering you cuz you don't think it can come out of our dear little Harry, just imagine a different voice. use your imaagginnnaattiiioonnnn. :D
AND I'M STILL TAKING SONG REQUESTS!! For regulations, read the bottom of chapter 4: Sirius Black. ^__^
----Chapter 5: Don't Hate Me----
Harry yawned as he stretched out his body in his queen-sized bed festooned in silky gold blankets and comforters, along with a matching set of three pillows. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, trying to rid himself of the morning glaze that always seemed to stay with him for a while after waking up. Harry grudgingly got up and stumbled over to the showers. Adjusting the water to the scorching hot temperature he liked, Harry stepped into the stall and started thinking about why he felt so dead this morning.
Oh yes, now I remember, Harry smiled as he recalled what happened yesterday. Everyone was so excited about going to America that they had ANOTHER grand party. And I was forced to drink. So now I must have a bit of a hangover.
After lathering his hair in shampoo and conditioner, Harry dried off and put on his boxers. He looked over to the clock.
Ten o’clock. Thirty minutes until the radio interview on 106.1.
He walked over to his closet, still clad in only his boxers. Opening the door to his closet, he walked into what had to be the world’s largest walk-in closet. He had row upon row of costumes and regular clothe, shelf upon shelf of shoes, accessories, wigs, you name the lot. Yes, he was quite rich-- disregarding the money he had already inherited from the Potter family and the Black family-- thanks to how popular his band was.
Harry walked around a bit, trying to decide what to wear. He never did have a sense of fashion, so he didn’t really trust his own opinion. But, he had been told by everyone that he looked good in everything anyways, so he supposed it didn’t really matter. Finally, the chill getting through his naked skin making him shiver uncontrollably, he just grabbed the nearest outfit and changed into it.
Harry walked to the full-body mirror in the back of the closet. Hmm, I guess this’ll do, he thought as he stared at his reflection. Apart from his still untamable hair-- no matter how much conditioner he put in-- he looked pretty dashing. He had a white body-hugging tee shirt that ended right above the hips, meaning it showed a slit of smooth skin above his baggy jeans that were already clinging to his hips for dear life. The tee shirt had upon it in red bolded capital letters: THE TROUBLE WITH LIFE IS THERE’S NO BACKGROUND MUSIC. Harry thought this was pretty funny, even though he didn’t quite get it. He put on a red and white jacket with gold lining and walked out of his closet. After allowing a hole in the wards for him to Apparate through, he left with a crack.
***
Harry arrived at the station waiting room fifteen minutes early. He looked around. It didn’t seem anyone else was here yet. He sighed and sat down a couch, waiting for his comrades. The second he got himself comfortable, there was a crack and someone else appeared.
Nodding in greeting, Harry scooted over as the person walked towards him, obviously wanting to sit down too.
“Malfoy.”
“Potter,” Draco said, nodding back at him. He sat down and leaned his head back, looking at Harry discretely from the corner of his eye.
He was, once again, shocked at how heavenly Potter turned out. He definitely didn’t emit this aura back in school, or else he would have noticed it; he, who had always looked for the most shaggable guys in Hogwarts and taking them. No one resisted him, and even though he had two years of abstinence because of his job, he was sure Potter wouldn’t resist him either once he got down to seducing the seemingly straight Savior-Of-The-Wizarding-World.
Yes, Draco had known since his fifth year at Hogwarts that he was gay, although he made sure that none of his lovers told his father because, although he obeyed his father every command, his sexual preference was something he wanted to keep. He didn’t need his father barging in and beating the crap out of him for not being able to produce little Malfoy pureblood heirs. No, he didn’t fancy that.
Looking over to Potter again, Malfoy saw Potter yawn and stretch; that little bit of his well-toned naked stomach that was already showing broadening. His breath hitched as images suddenly flashed into his head. Trying to not think about it, he started a conversation with Potter, hoping to endure the next five minutes until everyone arrived without getting too aroused.
“So, Potter, how are you today?” Malfoy winced slightly at the poor conversation starter.
Harry looked over at Malfoy surprisingly, not expecting him to actually talk. “Um, I’m fine. Had a bit of a hangover.”
Malfoy lifted one eyebrow, “Really? You hardly drank anything yesterday.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t hold alcohol that well...” Harry mumbled, looking down. How adorable, thought Malfoy.
“Wow, never thought the great Harry Potter can’t drink three shots without getting drunk.”
Harry hmphed and turned the other way, pouting a bit. He wasn’t particularly proud of his alcohol tolerance.
“Oh, well, I guess your other attributes makes up for that, eh?” Draco said, laughing at Harry.
Crack.
“HARRY!!” Amy yelled as she flung her arms around Harry. Draco flinched a bit. Amy drew back and surveyed Harry’s outfit.
“Harry, you look positively charming!” Amy beamed. She herself was wearing a bright pink miniskirt with black lacey, poofy stuff underneath, and a black tee with spiders all over it. Crack. Crack. Regie and Justin appeared.
“Awww, you still look better than me!” Justin sulked, pulling at his own choice of clothe. He had worn a black tee with the words ‘to sexy for my shirt’ written in lime green, the color of his highlights on his black hair, and nice, leather, black pants that showed off the shape of his legs. He clearly had worn these trying to outdo Harry.
“Why do you always look so nice?!” Justin stormed, taking a seat between Harry and Draco. Harry shrugged, not exactly knowing how to answer that. It’s not like he knew how he became like this. It just... happened over the summer after his seventh year at Hogwarts. All his friends commented on it. He didn’t really think that it was a good thing anyways, except for to boost the popularity of his band.
Regie, just wearing casual jeans and shirt, said hello to Harry and then walked over to Amy and started talking to her. After a minute or two, the light that used to be ‘on air’ turned off and the door underneath it opened.
A dirty blond man that seemed to be around their age walked out, his olive eyes wrinkling into a smile as he saw the members there. Counting them, he noticed that one person was missing.
“Where’s Brent?” Amy asked to no one in particular.
“I don’t know... but he drank a lot yesterday. He doesn’t usually do that,” replied Regie, frowning.
Justin sighed in exasperation, “That oaf, he better get here soon.”
The man shrugged and spoke for the first time, “Well, the show must go on. Come on in. I’ll leave a note on the door for him if he ever shows up to just come in. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Will Falton.” He held out his hand and shook everyone’s hand. Draco recognized him as the announcer that he had heard that first time he listened to this radio. Shaking his hand after everyone else had, Draco walked in and Will closed the door behind him.
They sat around five microphones and waited while Will pushed some buttons. The ‘on air’ sign flashed on again.
“You listeners out there won’t believe who I have with me right now. Well, actually, you can, since I was advertising this yesterday for the entire day,” Will said into his microphone, laughing.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, THE END! They will be going on their American tour in three weeks, and for the next few weeks they’ll be resting up, and then leaving for their three month trip. So, this is their last interview in a long time, folks. Owl in with questions anytime you want! To start thing off, let’s go down the line and ask these members some personal questions! Regie Grate! So you’re the keyboardist, and as I’ve heard and noticed, the most responsible guy in this band.”
“Sure am,” said Regie, smiling.
“Tell us, what do you think of your band? How did your instant popularity affect you?”
Regie paused a bit, thinking before replying, “Well, I love my band and its members. We’re the best buds ever. I’m really proud of the songs we have produced, and everyone is so talented that sometimes even I can’t believe what they’re capable of doing. I guess that’s another reason why I wasn’t surprised when we were so popular.”
“And Amy Pink, bass guitarist, how about you? What are your thoughts?” Will asked, now addressing Amy.
Amy’s eyes flashed as she answered cheerily, “I LOVE my band SO MUCH. You wouldn’t be able to tear me away from these fellas, we’re like this,” She crossed her fingers. “Oh wait, this is radio,” she laughed. “Well, I just crossed my fingers. Yeah.”
“And about your popularity?”
“The second we got together for our first practice ever, I KNEW we would be a raging success. I could feel it. With how hard we work, it would be impossible NOT to be popular.”
“Hmmm...well, next member! Justin Retcher, guitarist, your comments?”
“Like my fellow teammates, I also love this band a lot. And popularity was just another perk of being in a band.”
“Did you know you were going to be popular too?” Will asked.
“Duh, of course! What with my looks and talent, how could we not be?” Justin joked.
“Justin!” Amy laughed, punching him in the shoulder. Justin chuckled.
“No, I think Harry here fits into that category more,” Justin said, looking to where Harry was sitting all relaxed.
“What? Aw, stop it, Justin, you’re making me blush,” Harry laughed, really blushing a little. He didn’t mind Justin doing that when it was only them, but this was being broadcasted to who-know-where.
At this exact moment, flocks of owls flew into the office through the wall. Draco realized that it was just a glamour spell to make it look like a wall from inside, it was probably a window.
“Ah, a bunch of letters. Let’s start with the first one. From a Miss Laina Heward. ‘How do you make your songs so full of feeling? Your lyrics are very moving, and I love them so much, but it seems really hard to write them so deeply. Who writes the lyrics for the group?’” Will looked up to the members. Harry spoke up, “Uh, I do. Most of them, at least. Regie wrote some before, as did Amy.”
“Woohoo, writer, guitarist, AND lead singer? You’re a miracle already, and now this, Mr. Potter!” Harry blushed at the compliment.
“Well, next letter. From Miss Helena Grisly. ‘How often do you practice? What do you do with all your money? Are you all single? I’m single, you know. There’s a picture of me in the envelope if you want to marry me.’ Haha, Miss Grisly, a bit direct, aren’t we? So, The End, are all of you si—”
It was now that Brent Callaway decided to barge in, huffing, “I-I’m sorry. Overslept...augh...”
Will laughed as Brent took a seat hurriedly, “And now, Brent Callaway joins us at last. So, back to the question, are you all single?”
There was a silence in which Regie coughed.
“Okay... well, let’s go in order. Brent, since you just got here, are you?”
“Uh... no, I’m not. But I probably will be soon, seeing that we’re having problems. Don’t ask any more.” Brent ran a hand through his hair.
“Amy?”
“I am. Waiting for my prince charming, I suppose,” Amy laughed.
“Regie?”
“No, I’m not. I have a nice steady girlfriend,” said Regie, smiling.
“How about you, Justin? Any girlfriends, what, with your good looks and talent,” said Will laughingly, mimicking what Justin proclaimed earlier.
“No girlfriends, nope. Looking for a boyfriend though.”
Silence. Draco stared at Justin, looking at him in new light. A very wary light.
“Wow, this is news to me. Justin, you prefer males?” asked Will smoothly, not even daunted by the fact that that probably shocked the whole Wizarding world silent.
“Yes, I am gay,” Justin grinned, finally letting the whole world know.
“Do the other members know this?” Will inquired.
“Uh, yeah, we did. He told us like, a week after we debuted,” Harry stumbled out.
“Interesting... but anyways, moving on. Harry. Single or not?”
Draco held his breath. He was waiting for this answer, not know whether Potter was already in a relationship. He didn’t think he was, judging from his song Welcome To The Black Parade but he had to make sure. Not that if he WAS is in one, it’ll stop Draco from achieving his goal. No, he already set his eyes on Harry.
“Yeah, I’m single.”
Draco let out a tiny sigh of relief. He didn’t feel like making this any more complicated than it already was. Other than turning Harry from straight to gay and dodging all the curses during that process, he didn’t want to face off an angry girlfriend or anything like that.
***
After a lot more questions, the hour long interview ended and they all Apparated to their headquarters.
“Did you notice how much praise Harry got?” Justin asked once they all made themselves comfortable. Draco was with Regie and Brent on the couch opposite from Harry, Justin, and Amy (respectively).
“Yeah. Awwww, everyone loves you, Harry!” Amy cooed.
“Yeah, but I hate you, Harry. ‘Cause you’re so much better than me,” Justin joked.
Harry rolled his eyes, relaxing a bit more and sinking into the comfy couch, “Didn’t we already have this conversation when we started? Isn’t that how Don’t Hate Me (5) came to be?”
“Don’t Hate Me? Is that one of your songs?” Draco asked.
Harry laughed. Draco marveled how lively and carefree and gorgeous he looked when he laughed.
“Yeah. It was just for fun, though. We only played it once in public. How many of our songs have you heard, anyways?” asked Harry.
“Um... one, two, three? Yeah, three.”
Harry stared at Malfoy disbelievingly. With only three songs, he was motivated enough to take over their company and be their personal manager?
“I heard Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Welcome to the Black Parade, and that Sirius Black one you played yesterday. Which I still laugh when I think about it,” Draco chuckled.
“Wow...that’s it?” Justin mused.
“Well, can I hear Don’t Hate Me?” Draco asked. “So I can become such a good manager I’ll blow your socks off.”
Amy laughed as Harry smiled, replying, “Sure.”
The band members got up and took out their instruments. Draco settled down and waited as they tuned.
Harry turned around to look at Draco with those emerald eyes of his. Draco felt himself turning hot.
“Well, just a reminder, this was for fun when Justin kept bothering me about how much ‘better’ am than him. Which I still don’t agree to, we’re both equally good,” Harry said, turning to Justin with a grin. Draco’s insides fumed.
Harry turned around and plucked a string. “Here we go.”
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Don't hate me because I'm the best
Don't hate me because I'm the champion
Just love me like all the rest do
Don't be jealous when you see me in my fancy clothes
Sexy leather pants straight from Milan
Don't be angry when I'm dancing with your girlfriend
Just be happy she touched me for one night
And when I come to your town
Rolling in my golden limousine
It's only me
And when I come to your town
Rolling in my golden limousine
It's only me (meeeee)
(da da da da---)
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Don't hate me because I'm the best
Don't hate me because I'm the champion
Just love me like all the rest do
Love me
Draco applauded as the song came to an end. Seriously, hearing them live and up close was a totally different experience than in a radio. Their talent still awed him.
The End put their instruments away and sat back down, laughing at the memories that song brought up. Draco felt a bit left out as he listened, but of course he didn’t show it. Malfoys don’t show loneliness. Or any weakness. Even though his father was long gone, some of the things he beat into Draco head still lingered, casting a shadow over everything he did.
It’s really pleasant to just sit here talking with them. Or listening. But still, thought Draco, it’s fifty times better than listening to no one in the office.
***
So, with all the fun they had hanging out, three weeks passed pretty fast, and before long, they were packing for America. During these three weeks, Draco was sure that Potter felt more comfortable around him. First step, done, Draco thought. The next steps of the plan he had cooked up would take place in America. He would have to tinker with the lodging arrangements, of course...
Draco felt the happiest he’s ever felt in a few years, his school-boy energy coming back to him. This is what Harry brought out in him, and he liked it. Grinning like a madman (inside, of course. On the outside, he just wore a cool smirk.), he got upon the taxi that would take them and their load of things to the airport.
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TBC!!!!
(5) Don't Hate Me by Nerf Herder
Replies:
ashley: haha, that's not lame. I did the same thing when I first heard this song. ^_^
Obsidian Phoenix: I'll my best! ^__^ I knew that song would have an effect something along the lines of pissing oneself. ^__^
becs: Okay, I approve of your song, All The Same by Sick Puppies. I saw the free hugs campaign on youtube too, if that's where you got it. ^__^ The chapter that'll feature this song will probably be around number 12.
Katie: Yeah, the piss in pants thing. LOL
jaimie: Aaahhh, I can't get enough of these replies to the song Sirius Black. ^__^ I totally agree that is HILARIOUS. XD
vibora: Okay, I have rejected the song Reptilia by The Strokes, but I've accepted all the rest. Which, incase you can't remember, are You Only Live Once by The Strokes (chapter 8), When You Were Young by The Killers (chapter 14), Wake Up by The Living End (chapter 21), and My Name Is Trouble by Nightmare Of You (chapter 25). The chapters in parenthesis is an estimate which chapter it'll be featured in. ^__^ Wow, this story's gonna be a long one too. XD
Jojo: Another one who loved that song, I see. XD
Adrian: Sry, but I'm not exactly a 'fan'. I like some of their songs, but I don't follow them around and stuff, if you get what I'm saying. And, I don't think the people were laughing at Welcome to the Black Parade. They were thinking Sirius Black was funny. ^^" But I must say, Green Day and My Chemical Romance ARE pretty cool bands. ^__^
REEEVVIIIEEEWWWWWW!!!!! >.< OR YOU SHALL WAKE UP ONE MORNING WITH A FACE FULL OF... GREEN PIMPLES!!! MUAHAAHAHA!! omg, i'm starting to sound like professor trelawney. XD