Going Down Swinging
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Going Down Swinging
Harry James Potter stood behind the thick, dusty curtain – his heart raced wildly in his chest. He had been working on this performance for nearly a month, and now that it was time...he just prayed to the Gods that he pulled it off right. His best mate in all the wizarding world, Ron Weasely, stood on his right, fiddling with his electric Fender Squire bass. Seamus Finnigan, another of the seventh year Gryffindors, sat behind a set of drums, twirling one wooden stick between his fingers. Seamus’ partner, Dean, stood on Harry’s left; he had a obviously used, but well-loved, guitar slung around him.
“You sure you want to do this, mate?” Ron asked; his voice trembled slightly.
“No...and yes...yes, definitely,” Harry said, shaking himself. “It’ll be great,” he added, “stupendous. Hermione said we sounded great yesterday.”
“Yeah, but...she’s my girlfriend, you know,” his ginger friend pointed out. “She could be lying to save our feelings...she does that from time to time.”
Harry’s stomach jumped into his throat. He almost called the whole thing off – honestly, McGonagall would understand – but before he could say anything, the curtain began to move, at a snails’ pace it seemed like, and revealed the band to the waiting Great Hall.
“Students,” the Headmistress announced with a magically enhanced voice, “four of the seventh-year Gryffindor boys put together a little...song for you.” She turned, and Harry could see how worried she was. “Go ahead, Mr. Potter.”
Harry gulped, and then looking up, he made eye contact with the one person for whom this whole thing was done. Arrogant, angry silver eyes mocked him, challenged him; Harry felt his Gryffindor bravery come back ten-fold. “Yes, well...this is called ‘Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging’...I hope you like it.” He never broke eye contact as he spoke; the blonde Slytherin had the nerve to smirk evilly.
Seamus counted out and began to wail on his drums; the rest of the boys picked up with their guitars. The students seemed to like beat and some began to bob along. Harry stepped up to the mike and sighed. He had never sung for a large crowd before; keeping his eyes on the Slytherin table, he began:
“Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear,
Cause that’s just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass,
Next to the mausoleum.
I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
Dean echoed, “A notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
“Drop a heart,” Harry sang, “break a name,
We’re always sleeping in,
And sleeping for the wrong team.
We’re going down, down in an earlier round,
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.
I’ll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.”
Harry repeated the chorus and smiled as he saw how much the school wasn’t booing them from the stage. Even more happily, Draco Malfoy had a confused yet interested look on his face. He knew the song was about him now...there could be no denying it.
“Is this more than you bargained for yet?
Oh, don’t mind me, I’m watching you two from the closet,
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans.
Isn’t it messed up, how I’m just dying to be her?
I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
Dean followed, “Notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
“Drop a heart, break a name,” Harry sang, eyeing the blonde viscously,
“We’re always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team!
We’re going down, down in an earlier round,
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.
I’ll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!” He repeated the chorus as the Great Hall shouted and cheered.
Harry was almost talking now, “Down, down in an earlier round,
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.
I’ll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.”
Harry looked to Ron and nodded; his best mate gulped but stepped up to the mike in front of him. He took up the main vocals. “We’re going down, down in an earlier round.”
Harry sang, “Take aim at myself.”
“And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.”
“Take back what you said,” Harry rang out behind him, eyeing the blonde even more intently.
“I’ll be your number one with a bullet.”
“Take aim at myself,” Harry sang and then, “A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!
We’re going down, down!”
“Down, down,” Dean and Ron sang together.
“Down, down!”
“We’re going down, down!”
“Down, down.” Harry smiled; Seamus had joined in the singing, even though he didn’t have a mike.
“A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!”
Once more, Ron sang, “We’re going down, down in an earlier round.”
“Take aim at myself,” Harry belted.
“And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.”
“Take back what you said!”
“I’ll be your number one with the bullet.”
“Take aim at myself.”
“A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!” both boys sang together, and the song ended with a closing bit on the guitars. The cheers were deafening; it seemed the whole of the Great Hall rushed the stage. Harry moved around in the sea, ignoring the cheering, sniveling fan girls and the pats on the back from the professors. He sought out only one person, whom he found, waiting patiently, at the back of the Great Hall.
“You can bloody sing,” he said in his cold, sneering way. “You sounded...pretty damn good...for a Gryffindor with a big, giant stick up his arse.”
Harry sighed. “Did you listen at all, Malfoy? Or were you too busy playing footsy with Pansy?” He hadn’t wanted to fight, but his temper was getting the better of him already. This was a bad idea, he decided as Draco began to fume.
“You don’t listen, Potter! Not a damn bit! Pansy means NOTHING to me!”
“I saw you together,” he reminded the blonde quietly.
“You saw her kissing me, that’s what you bloody saw...you didn’t see me throw her out on her slag arse afterward!”
Harry sighed. “I know all of that, Draco, and I’m willing to move passed the whole bloody thing...just t-take it back.”
“What?”
“What you said...after I confronted you.”
Draco blinked. “That I love you?” Harry nodded. “Never, Potter...I won’t take that back.” He took a step towards the Gryffindor; Harry flinched but didn’t back down like a coward. “Why would you want me to?”
“Because you only said it because I was angry...I don’t want you to say things you don’t mean.” He looked up at the taller boy – who was now standing so close that Harry could feel his breath on his face. “I thought we’d gotten passed the lying.”
Draco’s silver eyes twinkled, and a smile – not a smirk, an honest smile – twitched his lips upwards. Harry gasped just a little; the boy was positively orgasmic when he smiled. “We are, Potter, you daft, silly thing.” Leaning forward, he caught the Gryffindor’s lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It was so different and intimate from their normal bruising kisses, Harry moaned softly in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered as he moved away. “I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”
Harry smiled. “Really?”
“Yes, you dolt,” Draco snapped back teasingly, pulling the smaller boy to him. “I wouldn’t have said anything at all if I hadn’t meant it.”
“I...Draco, I love you, too.”
The blonde laughed. “I knew that already...who spends an entire damn month writing and rehearsing a song for someone they don’t love and have ‘gotten over’.” He kissed Harry again, still soft and wonderfully sweet. “No more flying off the handle with me?”
“Can’t promise we won’t fight,” Harry said, and Draco nodded, rolling his eyes.
“But no more breaking up with me without listening first?”
“Promise.”
“Good.” Draco smirked. “So...the song was bloody brilliant.”
“You weren’t supposed to really like it.”
“Yeah, but,” and here, Draco smirked his evil, Slytherin smirk, “it was about me...you wrote a song focused on me.”
“You are so arrogant.”
“And you love it!”
Harry rolled his eyes, but he smiled all the same. “Yeah...yeah I really do....” He raised an eyebrow. “So...we have thirty days to catch up on....”
“Room of Requirement?” Draco’s voice had turned husky; Harry loved how easy it was to turn the boy on...how willing he responded to everything.
“You know it.” The couple ran out of the Great Hall, leaving all the noise and chattering behind, and laughed all the way to their not so secret, however private, special place.
So...yeah....that was just a fluffy idea that I had. RandR s’il vous plait!
“You sure you want to do this, mate?” Ron asked; his voice trembled slightly.
“No...and yes...yes, definitely,” Harry said, shaking himself. “It’ll be great,” he added, “stupendous. Hermione said we sounded great yesterday.”
“Yeah, but...she’s my girlfriend, you know,” his ginger friend pointed out. “She could be lying to save our feelings...she does that from time to time.”
Harry’s stomach jumped into his throat. He almost called the whole thing off – honestly, McGonagall would understand – but before he could say anything, the curtain began to move, at a snails’ pace it seemed like, and revealed the band to the waiting Great Hall.
“Students,” the Headmistress announced with a magically enhanced voice, “four of the seventh-year Gryffindor boys put together a little...song for you.” She turned, and Harry could see how worried she was. “Go ahead, Mr. Potter.”
Harry gulped, and then looking up, he made eye contact with the one person for whom this whole thing was done. Arrogant, angry silver eyes mocked him, challenged him; Harry felt his Gryffindor bravery come back ten-fold. “Yes, well...this is called ‘Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging’...I hope you like it.” He never broke eye contact as he spoke; the blonde Slytherin had the nerve to smirk evilly.
Seamus counted out and began to wail on his drums; the rest of the boys picked up with their guitars. The students seemed to like beat and some began to bob along. Harry stepped up to the mike and sighed. He had never sung for a large crowd before; keeping his eyes on the Slytherin table, he began:
“Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear,
Cause that’s just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass,
Next to the mausoleum.
I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
Dean echoed, “A notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
“Drop a heart,” Harry sang, “break a name,
We’re always sleeping in,
And sleeping for the wrong team.
We’re going down, down in an earlier round,
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.
I’ll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.”
Harry repeated the chorus and smiled as he saw how much the school wasn’t booing them from the stage. Even more happily, Draco Malfoy had a confused yet interested look on his face. He knew the song was about him now...there could be no denying it.
“Is this more than you bargained for yet?
Oh, don’t mind me, I’m watching you two from the closet,
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans.
Isn’t it messed up, how I’m just dying to be her?
I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
Dean followed, “Notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song.”
“Drop a heart, break a name,” Harry sang, eyeing the blonde viscously,
“We’re always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team!
We’re going down, down in an earlier round,
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.
I’ll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!” He repeated the chorus as the Great Hall shouted and cheered.
Harry was almost talking now, “Down, down in an earlier round,
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.
I’ll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.”
Harry looked to Ron and nodded; his best mate gulped but stepped up to the mike in front of him. He took up the main vocals. “We’re going down, down in an earlier round.”
Harry sang, “Take aim at myself.”
“And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.”
“Take back what you said,” Harry rang out behind him, eyeing the blonde even more intently.
“I’ll be your number one with a bullet.”
“Take aim at myself,” Harry sang and then, “A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!
We’re going down, down!”
“Down, down,” Dean and Ron sang together.
“Down, down!”
“We’re going down, down!”
“Down, down.” Harry smiled; Seamus had joined in the singing, even though he didn’t have a mike.
“A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!”
Once more, Ron sang, “We’re going down, down in an earlier round.”
“Take aim at myself,” Harry belted.
“And Sugar, we’re going down swinging.”
“Take back what you said!”
“I’ll be your number one with the bullet.”
“Take aim at myself.”
“A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!” both boys sang together, and the song ended with a closing bit on the guitars. The cheers were deafening; it seemed the whole of the Great Hall rushed the stage. Harry moved around in the sea, ignoring the cheering, sniveling fan girls and the pats on the back from the professors. He sought out only one person, whom he found, waiting patiently, at the back of the Great Hall.
“You can bloody sing,” he said in his cold, sneering way. “You sounded...pretty damn good...for a Gryffindor with a big, giant stick up his arse.”
Harry sighed. “Did you listen at all, Malfoy? Or were you too busy playing footsy with Pansy?” He hadn’t wanted to fight, but his temper was getting the better of him already. This was a bad idea, he decided as Draco began to fume.
“You don’t listen, Potter! Not a damn bit! Pansy means NOTHING to me!”
“I saw you together,” he reminded the blonde quietly.
“You saw her kissing me, that’s what you bloody saw...you didn’t see me throw her out on her slag arse afterward!”
Harry sighed. “I know all of that, Draco, and I’m willing to move passed the whole bloody thing...just t-take it back.”
“What?”
“What you said...after I confronted you.”
Draco blinked. “That I love you?” Harry nodded. “Never, Potter...I won’t take that back.” He took a step towards the Gryffindor; Harry flinched but didn’t back down like a coward. “Why would you want me to?”
“Because you only said it because I was angry...I don’t want you to say things you don’t mean.” He looked up at the taller boy – who was now standing so close that Harry could feel his breath on his face. “I thought we’d gotten passed the lying.”
Draco’s silver eyes twinkled, and a smile – not a smirk, an honest smile – twitched his lips upwards. Harry gasped just a little; the boy was positively orgasmic when he smiled. “We are, Potter, you daft, silly thing.” Leaning forward, he caught the Gryffindor’s lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It was so different and intimate from their normal bruising kisses, Harry moaned softly in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered as he moved away. “I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”
Harry smiled. “Really?”
“Yes, you dolt,” Draco snapped back teasingly, pulling the smaller boy to him. “I wouldn’t have said anything at all if I hadn’t meant it.”
“I...Draco, I love you, too.”
The blonde laughed. “I knew that already...who spends an entire damn month writing and rehearsing a song for someone they don’t love and have ‘gotten over’.” He kissed Harry again, still soft and wonderfully sweet. “No more flying off the handle with me?”
“Can’t promise we won’t fight,” Harry said, and Draco nodded, rolling his eyes.
“But no more breaking up with me without listening first?”
“Promise.”
“Good.” Draco smirked. “So...the song was bloody brilliant.”
“You weren’t supposed to really like it.”
“Yeah, but,” and here, Draco smirked his evil, Slytherin smirk, “it was about me...you wrote a song focused on me.”
“You are so arrogant.”
“And you love it!”
Harry rolled his eyes, but he smiled all the same. “Yeah...yeah I really do....” He raised an eyebrow. “So...we have thirty days to catch up on....”
“Room of Requirement?” Draco’s voice had turned husky; Harry loved how easy it was to turn the boy on...how willing he responded to everything.
“You know it.” The couple ran out of the Great Hall, leaving all the noise and chattering behind, and laughed all the way to their not so secret, however private, special place.
So...yeah....that was just a fluffy idea that I had. RandR s’il vous plait!