The Kiss the Boy Saga

You Won't Say

He bolted from the carriage the moment it came to a stop. He had made the mistake of giving Ron and Hermione - and accordingly all of Gryffindor House (and he was sure the entirety of the Wizarding World) - a play-by-play of the events in the carriage on the way to school, as well as all he could remember of the song.

Nearly everyone in the school had taken to humming it in his and Malfoy's presence, but once Malfoy's cronies passed a flyer around with the new words, they right out sang it. Two dinners and one lunch out of the week ended with a round or two or five of the song being sung very, *very* loudly while the two teens were held to their respective spots by their "friends."

Rita Skeeter wrote an article for the prophet about the events, complete with fabricated backgrounds and her own little remix of the song from 101 Dalmatians, Cruella De Ville, that apparently was supposed to warn Harry away from the son of a Death Eater.

Unfortunately for Harry, his dorm mates took that as their cue to choose any song from one of the Muggle Disney movies and remix it to fit Harry's view of Malfoy. Hermione, naturally, was the ringleader, researching all of the songs from all of the Movies and choosing systematically which one would work best for adaptation. Then she taught it to the other Gryffindor 6^th years, and cornered him in the room he shared with Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville while they (with the exception of Ron, who was still hooked on Rita Skeeter's creation) sang the song.

If there's a prize for rotten judgement

I guess you've already won that

I know he's caused lotsa aggravation

But that's history, been there, done that!

We know it's forbidden

But he's the Earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Harry, we can see right through you

Boy, ya can't conceal it

We know how ya feel and

Who you're thinking of

I know theres' no way

That you'll say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh

Why deny it, uh-oh

We know you're gay

But you won't say you're in love

You couldn't stop yourself from falling

You'll know it's right when you try it out

Now we're screaming go get him

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

You keep on denying

Who you are and how you're feeling

Harry, we're not buying

Boy, we saw ya hit the ceiling

Face it like a grown-up

When ya gonna own up

That ya got, got, got it bad

I no there's a way

That you'll say it, so

Give up; give in

Check the grin you're in love

We'll see the day,

When you say you're in love

You're doin flips

Read our lips

You're in love

We're right on base

You won't say it

You won't say "in love"

We'll get off your case

If you say it

Boy, don't be proud

It's O.K. you're in love

At least inside,

Won't you say you're in love?

Harry left the moment he could, locking the lot of them in the 6^th year boy's bedroom. How could they know how he felt about Malfoy? *He* didn't know how he felt. But then, he mused, they were probably right. Hermione always was, and didn't she and Ron know more about him than anyone?

He sighed. If he did for some reason end up approaching Malfoy, it wouldn't be easy. He wasn't sure what they expected from them; "Hi Malfoy, wanna shag?" "Thought you'd never ask" wasn't exactly how he foresaw the conversation. As he walked calmly through the common room on his way out to wander the halls - rushing is a sign of guilt - he spotted Hermione's bag at her second favorite table in the school, the first being the one in the northwest corner of the lirbary.

Had she actually left her notes on the songs in there? Harry didn't know many Disney songs, having only been able to hear clips of the movies from his place under the stairs while growing up. Perhaps he could do some remixing of his own.

He grabbed his friends' school back and sifted through the scrolls. //Merlin, how many notes does she take?// He found one titled Project: Convince Harry He's in Love With Malfoy (oh, real original, must have been Ron's or Seamus's idea.) and opened it. //Bingo.// He stole the scroll (what, they've completed the song, they don't need it anymore!) and left the common room.

His first instinct was to go to the library, but that would be the first place Hermione would look after she got everyone out of his room. So instead he went to the Room of Requirement, knowing they couldn't get in unless they knew what kind of room he claimed to need.

After much thinking, he came up with asking for a room where he could do research with his own materials in private but that had a large bed shaped like a rubber ducky. He was sure they wouldn't figure that out. Maybe if it took him long enough, he'd take a nap.

He passed the spot the door would be three times thinking of this room, and the door appeared. Even though he chose a rubber ducky bed as a joke, he thought it look cool and disturbingly comfortable. But he went straight to the desk and read through the scroll, making notes on his thoughts next to each one. Too mushy... too difficult to remix... makes no sense... overdone.... He finally chose one from the sequel to his favorite (at least what he thought was his favorite from the information he had) Disney classic.

He would have to get Ron in on this, which would prove difficult. But at least he would barely have to change the words, if at all. He wrote it out the way that he wanted it to be done, then took a nap on the rubber ducky bed. He would deal with Ron in a few hours.

TBC

Rita Skeeter's version of Cruella De Ville:

Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

If he doesn't bug you

No trying thing will.

To trust him is to take a poison pill

Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.

The curl of his lips

The ice in his stare

Hufflepuffs and first years had better beware.

He's like a rattlesnake that thinks you are its toy.

Look out for Draco Malfoy

Right now you think that Malfoy really likes you

But after time has worn away the shock

You'll come to realize

He's feeding you some lies

Of the school you'll be the laughingstock.

If you trust Malfoy,

This Slytherin beast,

You will be locked up and never released.

Harry was such a wholesome boy until...

Malfoy, Draco Malfoy...