Come What May

Come what may

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Listen to my heart,

Can you hear it sing?

Telling me to give you everything...

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Harry was laying on his bed. He was pondering. What did Draco mean with that? 'Cause we're living in a material world and I'm a material boy.' Yeah, Draco surely is a material boy, but was that the only reason he let his father boss him around? Harry shook his head. It couldn't be. Even Draco isn't so dense. There must be something else. Suddenly Hermione ran into Harry's dorm-room and stood in front of him, hyperventilating as if something absolutely horrible had just happened.

"Mione! What's the matter?" Harry said loudly, jumping up to help Hermione breathe.

Hermione swallowed a few times and then stuttered: "It's Ron, Harry, I don't know what has gotten into him!" Harry looked confused at Hermione.

"What's he doing then?"

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him with her, out of the dorm-room, out of the commom room, towards the Hall.

"You'd better see for yourself," Hermione hastily explained.

*

Harry saw a group of students gathering around something that sounded like a fight.

"Eat slugs, Malfoy!" Harry recognized Ron's furious voice and saw a green light above the amused students.

"Ron!" he shouted and forced himself in the group to see Ron, who was currently frozen by Draco's Stupefy spell.

Harry walked up to Draco and softly said: "Thanks, Draco."

Draco smirked and turned around and walked away.

The crowd al hummed a disappointed 'Ahhh' and Harry de-stupefied Ron, who blushed severely as soon as he saw Harry.

"Ron! C'mon. We'd better get away from these people," Harry said and pushed Ron out of the crowd.

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"Now, Ron Weasley! Please explain what that was about!" Hermione looked strictly at her red-haired friend, resembling a younger McGonagall. Ron blushed (again) and looking down at his feet.

"Nothing," he mumbled. Harry sighed deeply and seated himself next to Ron, on a big couch in the common room.

"Ron, you know you can trust us, now don't you?"

Ron nodded.

"Well, then you can tell us?"

Now Ron shook his head. "No, guys, I'm sorry, but I can't."

Harry and Hermione both looked extremely curious and surprised. What could Ron be hiding from them?

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Draco had just entered his dormitory, quickly walking to his bed so he could let himself fall down on the fluffy pillows. The blond boy sighed deeply. He felt his tummy tingle and in the back of his mind he heard someone sing. "I never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before, want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I love you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you here it sing? Telling me to give you everything."

"Wow!" Draco screamed and jumped off his bed. Why was he hearing this voice?

"I don't know who or what you are, but I command you to stop!" Draco yelled into his empty room. He felt a little bit silly, screaming to something that wasn't there.

But suddenly Draco realized he felt a little bit happy, for the first time since he lost his precious son Jamie. He didn't blame Harry for it, no he really didn't. He knew that if Jamie had been born, his father would have killed him anyway. Lucius would never have allowed Draco to be a father to a child from a Gryffindor! Draco shook his head, he didn't want to think everything over again, Jamie was dead, and thinking about it wouldn't make him alive again. But he felt a little bit happy. How could that be? Draco shrugged.

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Harry walked out of the Gryffindor locker room; he had just enjoyed himself with his favorite sport Quidditch. He was still panting a little and he felt immensely tired. But he liked the feeling. He felt happy.

Harry realized it was raining cats and dogs and he smiled towards the sky, just what he needed!

He was wearing a white shirt on a tight pair of Levi's jeans and within a few minutes he was soaked. He remembered a popular Muggle song that he found very appropriate for this moment and started singing it.

"If you like Piña Colada's and getting caught in rain..."

He giggled inwardly and started running, dancing like a happy little rabbit.

"Yes I like Piña Colada's and getting caught in the rain, I'm not much into health food, I'm into champagne..."

"Huh?" Harry stopped running and looked around him. Who sang that?

If you like making love at midnight.

There the voice was, again!

"Who's there?," Harry asked. There came no response. Harry looked at th puddle of water forming at his feet, feeling disappointed. For a moment he had thought there was someone there, a mysterious person who understood him completely.

"Silly boy," he said to himself. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Harry's waist.

"Huh? What?" Harry said very confused. He turned around and looked at the angelic face of Draco, whose hair was totally soaked and clutched very sexy to his face. Draco smiled.

"Was that you, the singing?" Harry asked.

Draco smirked. "You sang first, I only responded to your question."

They both bursted out in laughing. As if by magic there started to sound a romantic song.

"I never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before... Want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I love you more and more... Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything..."

Draco recognized the song from his bedroom and said: "I know this!"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know it too. It's from some Muggle movie, a romantic movie called Moulin Rouge!"

"Huh? No, I don't know any Muggle movies, I heard this song today, in my dorm!"

The rain was still falling from the sky as if a heartbroken cloud was crying its heart out. Draco's green blouse and black pants clung to his body as a second skin, just as Harry's outfit did. Harry just couldn't resist. His wet hand softly touched Draco's wet hand.

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