Tied Together With A Smile
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Tied Together With A Smile
A/N: Based on Taylor Swift's song: Tied Together With A Smile. I don't own anything but the rather large and fluffy plot bunny. *pets bunny* If you read the lyrics in the album book most letters are in lower case, the upper case ones spell out YOU ARE LOVED.
seems the only one who doesn’t see Your beauty
is the face in the mirror looking back at yOu
you walk around here thinking yoU’re not pretty
but thAt’s not true, cus I know you…
Chorus
hold on baby you’Re losing it
the watEr’s high, you’re jumping into it
and letting go…and no one knows
you cry, but you don’t tell anyone
that you might not be the goLden one
and yOu’re tied together with a smile
but you’re coming undone
i guess it’s true that love was all you wanted
cause you’re giVing it away like it’s extra change
hoping it will end up in his pocket
but he leaves you out like a penny in the rain
oh, cause it’s not his pricE to pay
not his price to pay…
Repeat Chorus
you’re tieD together with a smile
but you’re coming undone…oh
goodbye, baby
goodbye, baby
with a smile, baby, baby
See? Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, let me know!
-Draca
(Betaed by the wonderful Ruinithil, love you ma petite!)
*~*~*
“Harry!” I yell; I need to talk to him before we go back to Hogwarts for our final year. I’ve searched the whole of Grimmauld; he must be in his room. So much has changed since we were last there. Although it was only a couple of months ago, it was a long time. The war is just over, and the whole wizarding world is in celebration.
I open the door to his room seeing him hunched over, sniffling. He didn’t hear me until I open the door but he doesn’t try to hide his tears. He looks me in the eye, wondering if I can possibly understand.
I shut the door, lock it, walk over to the bed, sit down and pull him into my arms. His wracking sobs renewing once again.
“Sssshhhh. Harry, its okay…let it all out. Calm down. That’s it…there we are.” I rub his back, letting him know that I do care and won’t just leave him to try and solve his problems by himself. I may be a Malfoy, but I do have a heart.
“Okay now Harry, can you tell me what’s wrong?” I say once he’s calmed enough that he only has a few tears running down his face; wiping a few stray ones away with my thumb.
“I just can’t believe he doesn’t see me.” The petit Gryffindor says so incredibly quiet that I nearly miss it.
“Who doesn’t see you? Everyone knows who you are Harry.” I say, trying to keep my voice calm.
“HIM! He was my first friend, my world, my life, my sole concern throughout this whole fucking war because it wasn’t his war to fight! And his face, he looks like a god. That’s why he can’t love me, because I look like a fucking dog! An ugly one at that!” He breaks down again. I restart the motion of my hands.
“Harry, you’re one of the hottest boys at Hogwarts, followed by me of course, you could have anyone you wanted; but that doesn’t tell me who is stupid enough to not want you. Come on, you know you can trust me.” I coerce the information from him.
“Ron. He was there fighting along side me, but he doesn’t see what truly could be! No! He wastes it all on Hermione. I love her and what not, but he should be mine!” Harry rants, readjusting himself so that he’s still in my arms, but is only half leaning on me, so that he can see my face.
“Well, do you really thing that Ron is gay? Or bi? I don’t see him as a ponce. I’m sorry Harry, but I just don’t. I mean, can you imagine him skipping through a tulip patch?”
He snorts and laughs a little; wiping his nose on the back of his hand, and then on the leg of his destroyed jeans. “I know, but he’s been my best friend for so long. I thought he’d know me better than that. I mean I’ve been dropping hints for so long. Ginny’s been the one picking up on them, and I can’t even think of ever being in a relationship with a girl, I mean…what the hell are boobs for anyways? Gah, you wouldn’t understand, you have Pansy.”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about. Pansy may think she has a chance with me, but the truth is I’ve always known I’m a bloody queer. I had to keep it quiet until I turned seventeen and got a hold of my accounts, or else there’s no telling what Lucius would have done.” I confess.
“Draco Malfoy, a ponce? No bloody way. I won’t believe it.” He looks straight into my eyes.
“What, do I have to prove it?” I smirk. I was hoping that this is where this was going to go.
“Mmhmm.”
“Okay then.” I lean in, an inch from his lips, waiting for him to come to me for the contact. He gets the hint and tilts his head towards me, pressing his lips to mine. I moan and flick my tongue out; he parts his lips ever so slightly, letting me pass into his mouth. A brief taste of him: chocolate and marzipan. He pulls away, sighing.
“Hmm, I think you pass the ponce test.” He chuckles.
“Okay, can I give my verdict here?” I want to get this ‘Ron’ issue behind us – I mean him so that he can move on…to me.
He nods.
“I think that you’ve been living in a fantasy about Ron. You are the golden one, even though you may not think so at times, you took on a nearly impossible task, and you won. You may not think you’re pretty at times, but I know at least ten people who would do almost anything to get you. And I don’t just think you’re a gorgeous person, inside and out, I know it. Right now you’re tied together with a smile and with all that’s been going on, you’re coming undone. You need to slow down, don’t jump into the rising waters. Sit back, relax. Just let what happens, happen. You’re free now! Enjoy life! Promise me this Harry: that no matter what happens, you’ll never loose that spark of that boy that I used to spar with in the halls, the warmth and hospitality that you’ve shown me, and the courage that defines you. Promise me Harry.”
“I promise you Draco.” He whispers into my ear.
His eyes are still watery and glassy. A few more tears have formed, but haven’t fallen yet. He’s trying to blink them away, but they fall anyway.
I can’t resist the urge to kiss them away. I place my lips gently where the droplets are; tasting the salty liquid, trying to make it all go away.
Once his eyes are dry again, I ask, “Better?” He’s clinging to me, but I don’t mind the contact.
“Much.” He has his arms wrapped around my waist, and he’s rocking us both back and forth. I don’t want to move, this is one of the best moments of my life. “Draco?”
“Hmm?” I’m half asleep.
“Will you promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Promise me that once we’re back at Hogwarts that you won’t turn back into the prick that I can’t stand, and that tonight you’ll go out with me for one last hoorah before seventh year starts up.” He looks into my eyes.
“I promise you Harry.” I say, giving him a bit of a squeeze.
“Can I ask you one more thing?” he squeaks.
“Since you’ve been so honest with me, I’ll be honest with you.” I answer, I’m almost afraid of what he’s going to ask; even though there isn’t much he doesn’t know.
“Will you kiss me again?”
“Harry, you don’t even have to ask.” I twist my head the bit to meet his slightly swollen lips, and am quickly lost in bliss as he pours his whole heart into me.
We break away once again.
“Now, I know that you wanted something before you found me, what was it?” Harry asks, twisting around to completely face me.
“It’s not important now.” I say, blushing ever so slightly.
“Yes it is!” He pokes me in the side.
“Well…I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out for a drink later, and perhaps go dancing too.” My cheeks are burning now.
“Draco has a crush on me? I’d never believe it, but yes, I will go out with you tonight. And not just because I feel guilty, but because you are a down right fox. You just need to layer your hair a bit differently and then you would knock out the whole student population.” He babbles.
“Yes, I admit it. Now, I’m going to go get changed, I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen?” I try to get up, but Harry stops me.
“You have to pay a kissing toll before you go.”
“Look at you, you little cuddle slut!”
I swoop down, peck him on the lips and he releases me. Although this started out in heartbreaking circumstances, I don’t think I could have asked for a better ending.
~fin~
A/N: And...?
seems the only one who doesn’t see Your beauty
is the face in the mirror looking back at yOu
you walk around here thinking yoU’re not pretty
but thAt’s not true, cus I know you…
Chorus
hold on baby you’Re losing it
the watEr’s high, you’re jumping into it
and letting go…and no one knows
you cry, but you don’t tell anyone
that you might not be the goLden one
and yOu’re tied together with a smile
but you’re coming undone
i guess it’s true that love was all you wanted
cause you’re giVing it away like it’s extra change
hoping it will end up in his pocket
but he leaves you out like a penny in the rain
oh, cause it’s not his pricE to pay
not his price to pay…
Repeat Chorus
you’re tieD together with a smile
but you’re coming undone…oh
goodbye, baby
goodbye, baby
with a smile, baby, baby
See? Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, let me know!
-Draca
(Betaed by the wonderful Ruinithil, love you ma petite!)
*~*~*
“Harry!” I yell; I need to talk to him before we go back to Hogwarts for our final year. I’ve searched the whole of Grimmauld; he must be in his room. So much has changed since we were last there. Although it was only a couple of months ago, it was a long time. The war is just over, and the whole wizarding world is in celebration.
I open the door to his room seeing him hunched over, sniffling. He didn’t hear me until I open the door but he doesn’t try to hide his tears. He looks me in the eye, wondering if I can possibly understand.
I shut the door, lock it, walk over to the bed, sit down and pull him into my arms. His wracking sobs renewing once again.
“Sssshhhh. Harry, its okay…let it all out. Calm down. That’s it…there we are.” I rub his back, letting him know that I do care and won’t just leave him to try and solve his problems by himself. I may be a Malfoy, but I do have a heart.
“Okay now Harry, can you tell me what’s wrong?” I say once he’s calmed enough that he only has a few tears running down his face; wiping a few stray ones away with my thumb.
“I just can’t believe he doesn’t see me.” The petit Gryffindor says so incredibly quiet that I nearly miss it.
“Who doesn’t see you? Everyone knows who you are Harry.” I say, trying to keep my voice calm.
“HIM! He was my first friend, my world, my life, my sole concern throughout this whole fucking war because it wasn’t his war to fight! And his face, he looks like a god. That’s why he can’t love me, because I look like a fucking dog! An ugly one at that!” He breaks down again. I restart the motion of my hands.
“Harry, you’re one of the hottest boys at Hogwarts, followed by me of course, you could have anyone you wanted; but that doesn’t tell me who is stupid enough to not want you. Come on, you know you can trust me.” I coerce the information from him.
“Ron. He was there fighting along side me, but he doesn’t see what truly could be! No! He wastes it all on Hermione. I love her and what not, but he should be mine!” Harry rants, readjusting himself so that he’s still in my arms, but is only half leaning on me, so that he can see my face.
“Well, do you really thing that Ron is gay? Or bi? I don’t see him as a ponce. I’m sorry Harry, but I just don’t. I mean, can you imagine him skipping through a tulip patch?”
He snorts and laughs a little; wiping his nose on the back of his hand, and then on the leg of his destroyed jeans. “I know, but he’s been my best friend for so long. I thought he’d know me better than that. I mean I’ve been dropping hints for so long. Ginny’s been the one picking up on them, and I can’t even think of ever being in a relationship with a girl, I mean…what the hell are boobs for anyways? Gah, you wouldn’t understand, you have Pansy.”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about. Pansy may think she has a chance with me, but the truth is I’ve always known I’m a bloody queer. I had to keep it quiet until I turned seventeen and got a hold of my accounts, or else there’s no telling what Lucius would have done.” I confess.
“Draco Malfoy, a ponce? No bloody way. I won’t believe it.” He looks straight into my eyes.
“What, do I have to prove it?” I smirk. I was hoping that this is where this was going to go.
“Mmhmm.”
“Okay then.” I lean in, an inch from his lips, waiting for him to come to me for the contact. He gets the hint and tilts his head towards me, pressing his lips to mine. I moan and flick my tongue out; he parts his lips ever so slightly, letting me pass into his mouth. A brief taste of him: chocolate and marzipan. He pulls away, sighing.
“Hmm, I think you pass the ponce test.” He chuckles.
“Okay, can I give my verdict here?” I want to get this ‘Ron’ issue behind us – I mean him so that he can move on…to me.
He nods.
“I think that you’ve been living in a fantasy about Ron. You are the golden one, even though you may not think so at times, you took on a nearly impossible task, and you won. You may not think you’re pretty at times, but I know at least ten people who would do almost anything to get you. And I don’t just think you’re a gorgeous person, inside and out, I know it. Right now you’re tied together with a smile and with all that’s been going on, you’re coming undone. You need to slow down, don’t jump into the rising waters. Sit back, relax. Just let what happens, happen. You’re free now! Enjoy life! Promise me this Harry: that no matter what happens, you’ll never loose that spark of that boy that I used to spar with in the halls, the warmth and hospitality that you’ve shown me, and the courage that defines you. Promise me Harry.”
“I promise you Draco.” He whispers into my ear.
His eyes are still watery and glassy. A few more tears have formed, but haven’t fallen yet. He’s trying to blink them away, but they fall anyway.
I can’t resist the urge to kiss them away. I place my lips gently where the droplets are; tasting the salty liquid, trying to make it all go away.
Once his eyes are dry again, I ask, “Better?” He’s clinging to me, but I don’t mind the contact.
“Much.” He has his arms wrapped around my waist, and he’s rocking us both back and forth. I don’t want to move, this is one of the best moments of my life. “Draco?”
“Hmm?” I’m half asleep.
“Will you promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Promise me that once we’re back at Hogwarts that you won’t turn back into the prick that I can’t stand, and that tonight you’ll go out with me for one last hoorah before seventh year starts up.” He looks into my eyes.
“I promise you Harry.” I say, giving him a bit of a squeeze.
“Can I ask you one more thing?” he squeaks.
“Since you’ve been so honest with me, I’ll be honest with you.” I answer, I’m almost afraid of what he’s going to ask; even though there isn’t much he doesn’t know.
“Will you kiss me again?”
“Harry, you don’t even have to ask.” I twist my head the bit to meet his slightly swollen lips, and am quickly lost in bliss as he pours his whole heart into me.
We break away once again.
“Now, I know that you wanted something before you found me, what was it?” Harry asks, twisting around to completely face me.
“It’s not important now.” I say, blushing ever so slightly.
“Yes it is!” He pokes me in the side.
“Well…I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out for a drink later, and perhaps go dancing too.” My cheeks are burning now.
“Draco has a crush on me? I’d never believe it, but yes, I will go out with you tonight. And not just because I feel guilty, but because you are a down right fox. You just need to layer your hair a bit differently and then you would knock out the whole student population.” He babbles.
“Yes, I admit it. Now, I’m going to go get changed, I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen?” I try to get up, but Harry stops me.
“You have to pay a kissing toll before you go.”
“Look at you, you little cuddle slut!”
I swoop down, peck him on the lips and he releases me. Although this started out in heartbreaking circumstances, I don’t think I could have asked for a better ending.
~fin~
A/N: And...?