Where Is Your Boy Tonight?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,894
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Where Is Your Boy Tonight?
“Harry!” I call to the back stage tech, who is also my long time friend and room mate.
“Draco, I already got Matt to fix your guitar strings…”
“No!” I cut him off. “I need you to listen to the last song from the crowd to gauge a reaction, it’s the first time we’ll playing it and I need to know if it’s completely pants or not.”
“Oh, right, okay, give me some warning though okay?”
“It’ll be after ‘Chasing Cars’ okay?”
“Fine, see you back here after the show. Break a leg!” Harry yells after me as I start to make my way to the stage to start the show. He has no idea…
After that damned stunt in which Snape killed Dumbledore, he promptly dragged me off to the Order, and made Harry promise not to kill me, or set traps to kill me, or let any Weasley try to kill me. I felt real secure…
We did become good friends, although it took a lot of time and patience, when we returned to Hogwarts for our final year when we were 18 we were the Golden Ensemble, with a few other choice Slytherins to join us as well.
When I started into the world of music when the rest of the ensemble went into work with the ministry, Harry tagged along for lack of nothing better to do, and to stay out of the spotlight. So that’s what I gave him a job doing, managing everything that happens back stage.
Not only did he help save my life on the battle field more times than I can count, he’s always been there since that fateful June night ten years ago. Not just to help me dodge AK’s but a shoulder to cry on when my mother, truly the only person to ever love me, was killed by my father. When my boyfriends decided that the thrill of dating a boy hero/celebrity had worn off, when all I needed was a genuine smile. I’ve seen his heart get broken for the same reason several times. I’ve always loved him, ever since Diagon Alley. That’s why I’m doing this tonight. I truly hope he feels the same way. I finish the second last song, and say to the crowd, “Well, that’s supposed to be it, but I suppose if we get some persuasion, we’ll play you something new, never heard before!”
The crowd goes nuts, and I can see a messy mop of black hair standing in the front row. Grand!
“Well, I suppose that that is enough persuasion, this goes out to my great friend who’s standing in the front row. I’ll talk to you in a few minutes.”
I start to sing.
‘Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
I slam into my guitar after the a cappella part. By the look of ‘oh shit’ on his face, he knows what I want. I hope he feels the same way, or else it’s going to be one hell of an awkward home life.
‘When I wake up
I’m willing to take my chances on who I’m up against
But you hate him more than you know
Yes, I wrote this for you, for you, so;
Do you need him?
I could be him,
I could be an incident, but I’m still trying,
And that’s more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
I can see his face start to soften as he realizes that the crowd loves it, and is even starting to catch onto the lyrics right away. He knows that it’s all for him, and that I truly did write this for him.
‘Someday I will reach appreciating value,
Get on my hands and call you.
And in the mean time,
I’ll sport my brand new fashion for waking up with pants off, at four in the afternoon.
Do you need him?
I could be him,
I could be an incident, but I’m still trying,
And that’s more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
He’s doubled over laughing…the pants part actually happened, about five years ago we went on a drinking binge for his twenty first and ended up waking up on our living room floor the next day where we had been playing strip poker the night before. Hermione and Ron had left at about six thirty am when they realized that they had to be at work in and hour and a half. This left us to pass out right there. The crowd is looking at him funny, but they know that the song is for him.
‘Wild fighter, Keep on fighting
Wild fighter, Keep on fighting
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight,
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
I strike the last cord and walk off stage; he’s gone from the crowd to meet me backstage.
As I put my guitar down in its case I feel a body jump on my back.
“DracoIhadnocluethat’showyoufeltaboutme!” Yes, it has to be Harry.
I place him on the floor and turn around. He almost jumps into my arms. Even though he’s a good four inches shorter than I am, he reaches up and kisses me something fierce.
“Yes Harry, why do you think that I wrote that for you?” I reply after the kiss finally breaks.
“I don’t know…” He smiles his huge child like innocent grin.
“Well Mr. Potter,” I say, picking him by the waist and hoisting him high above my head, “I think I might love you.” He squirms to be put down.
“Well you see Mr. Malfoy, I think I love you too.” He kisses me again.
“Well good then.” I’m far too stunned to say anything else. “I have to get out of here before all the crazed fans are waiting for me outside.”
“Can’t we just apparate home?” he mumbles into my sweat drenched shirt before looking up and placing a butterfly kiss on my chin.
“No, I have to go wave and look pretty, perhaps sign a few autographs and then we can go home.”
“Fine…” he huffs. “I’ll wait here, you have fifteen minutes before I come out there and ravish you in front of all your little fan girls.”
“Okay…”
I’m ecstatic. I can’t believe that he feels the same way. I guess that for once in my life, everything is finally okay.
***
A/N: Thanks to thinidell/ruinthiell for betaing this for me *loves*. This was just a bit of fluffy randomness that happened upon me while I was riding the bus and listening to my MP3 player. 'Where Is Your Boy Tonight?' by Fall Out Boy came on right after 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol. That's where this came from. Tell me what you think!
-Draca
“Draco, I already got Matt to fix your guitar strings…”
“No!” I cut him off. “I need you to listen to the last song from the crowd to gauge a reaction, it’s the first time we’ll playing it and I need to know if it’s completely pants or not.”
“Oh, right, okay, give me some warning though okay?”
“It’ll be after ‘Chasing Cars’ okay?”
“Fine, see you back here after the show. Break a leg!” Harry yells after me as I start to make my way to the stage to start the show. He has no idea…
After that damned stunt in which Snape killed Dumbledore, he promptly dragged me off to the Order, and made Harry promise not to kill me, or set traps to kill me, or let any Weasley try to kill me. I felt real secure…
We did become good friends, although it took a lot of time and patience, when we returned to Hogwarts for our final year when we were 18 we were the Golden Ensemble, with a few other choice Slytherins to join us as well.
When I started into the world of music when the rest of the ensemble went into work with the ministry, Harry tagged along for lack of nothing better to do, and to stay out of the spotlight. So that’s what I gave him a job doing, managing everything that happens back stage.
Not only did he help save my life on the battle field more times than I can count, he’s always been there since that fateful June night ten years ago. Not just to help me dodge AK’s but a shoulder to cry on when my mother, truly the only person to ever love me, was killed by my father. When my boyfriends decided that the thrill of dating a boy hero/celebrity had worn off, when all I needed was a genuine smile. I’ve seen his heart get broken for the same reason several times. I’ve always loved him, ever since Diagon Alley. That’s why I’m doing this tonight. I truly hope he feels the same way. I finish the second last song, and say to the crowd, “Well, that’s supposed to be it, but I suppose if we get some persuasion, we’ll play you something new, never heard before!”
The crowd goes nuts, and I can see a messy mop of black hair standing in the front row. Grand!
“Well, I suppose that that is enough persuasion, this goes out to my great friend who’s standing in the front row. I’ll talk to you in a few minutes.”
I start to sing.
‘Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
I slam into my guitar after the a cappella part. By the look of ‘oh shit’ on his face, he knows what I want. I hope he feels the same way, or else it’s going to be one hell of an awkward home life.
‘When I wake up
I’m willing to take my chances on who I’m up against
But you hate him more than you know
Yes, I wrote this for you, for you, so;
Do you need him?
I could be him,
I could be an incident, but I’m still trying,
And that’s more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
I can see his face start to soften as he realizes that the crowd loves it, and is even starting to catch onto the lyrics right away. He knows that it’s all for him, and that I truly did write this for him.
‘Someday I will reach appreciating value,
Get on my hands and call you.
And in the mean time,
I’ll sport my brand new fashion for waking up with pants off, at four in the afternoon.
Do you need him?
I could be him,
I could be an incident, but I’m still trying,
And that’s more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
He’s doubled over laughing…the pants part actually happened, about five years ago we went on a drinking binge for his twenty first and ended up waking up on our living room floor the next day where we had been playing strip poker the night before. Hermione and Ron had left at about six thirty am when they realized that they had to be at work in and hour and a half. This left us to pass out right there. The crowd is looking at him funny, but they know that the song is for him.
‘Wild fighter, Keep on fighting
Wild fighter, Keep on fighting
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight,
I hope he is a gentleman,
And maybe he won’t find out what I know,
You were the last good thing about this part of town.’
I strike the last cord and walk off stage; he’s gone from the crowd to meet me backstage.
As I put my guitar down in its case I feel a body jump on my back.
“DracoIhadnocluethat’showyoufeltaboutme!” Yes, it has to be Harry.
I place him on the floor and turn around. He almost jumps into my arms. Even though he’s a good four inches shorter than I am, he reaches up and kisses me something fierce.
“Yes Harry, why do you think that I wrote that for you?” I reply after the kiss finally breaks.
“I don’t know…” He smiles his huge child like innocent grin.
“Well Mr. Potter,” I say, picking him by the waist and hoisting him high above my head, “I think I might love you.” He squirms to be put down.
“Well you see Mr. Malfoy, I think I love you too.” He kisses me again.
“Well good then.” I’m far too stunned to say anything else. “I have to get out of here before all the crazed fans are waiting for me outside.”
“Can’t we just apparate home?” he mumbles into my sweat drenched shirt before looking up and placing a butterfly kiss on my chin.
“No, I have to go wave and look pretty, perhaps sign a few autographs and then we can go home.”
“Fine…” he huffs. “I’ll wait here, you have fifteen minutes before I come out there and ravish you in front of all your little fan girls.”
“Okay…”
I’m ecstatic. I can’t believe that he feels the same way. I guess that for once in my life, everything is finally okay.
***
A/N: Thanks to thinidell/ruinthiell for betaing this for me *loves*. This was just a bit of fluffy randomness that happened upon me while I was riding the bus and listening to my MP3 player. 'Where Is Your Boy Tonight?' by Fall Out Boy came on right after 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol. That's where this came from. Tell me what you think!
-Draca