Harry hadn't moved from the spot in the kitchens. He couldn't bring himself to. The world faded to a blur around him as he tried to process what had just happened. For a split second he had held his whole world, the prospect of love and a family of his very own had been his for the taking. Then Draco Malfoy had taken it all away. Harry knew he was messed up, he knew he shouldn't be allowed to be happy. Nothing had ever worked out for him, why should this be any different? With a sigh he pushed back from the table and stood up, the chair scraping across the stone floor as he did so, time to move on with his life, there were probably hundreds of witches and wizards living quite happily without their soul mates, he had defeated Voldemort, he could do this, with one more resigned sigh he pushed open the portrait and exited the kitchen.

…

Harry heard the sounds of running footsteps approaching and stilled his hand on the portrait as he pushed it to close. He heard panting behind him and then a breathless, 'Potter you're still here,' Harry froze at the sound of the aristocratic tones behind him, his shoulders sagged; 'What do you want Malfoy? . 'I… ' Draco started, pausing to get his breath, he was panting hard, clearly he had run through the castle to get to the kitchens. Harry spoke before Draco could continue. 'I'm leaving now if you wanted to go back in for more tea,' he said, in short, clipped tomes before turning sharply readying himself to walk away. He stopped once more when he felt a strong grip on his elbow, he spun round. 'What, what could you possibly have to say to me? You couldn't find anything to say an hour ago when it truly mattered, an hour is a long time for someone to sit there and realise that they clearly don't deserve love and happiness, thanks Malfoy, thanks for making that oh so clear to me, Harry Potter, the boy who can't be loved.' Harry pulled his arm away and ran away as fast as he could leaving Draco staring after him, mouth open in shock. He had well and truly messed up.

…

'You did what? Draco I can't believe you, why can't you let yourself be happy?' Pansy sat heavily down on the green, high- backed sofa next to Draco.

He had eventually made his way back to the common room, seeking the solace of his two best friends. Luckily they had both been there, ensconced together in a dark corner. It was clear to them immediately that there was something wrong with him, Pansy had leapt up and wrapped her arms around him, he couldn't help it, there in her embrace he let his icy exterior slip for the second time that day and he cried, he cried for himself and he cried for Harry. Because of him Harry thought he couldn't be loved, that he didn't have a chance at happiness. What could he even do about it? He had sat down heavily and told them the whole sorry tale, this is what had prompted Pansy's outburst.

'Babe lay off, can't you see he's distraught.' Pansy looked up in to the dark eyes of her boyfriend and then again at her best friend, 'I'm sorry Dray, I just can't believe you did that, I can't bear the thought of you not having what we have.' Draco's head snapped up, 'You mean?.' He glanced form one to the other as Blaise nodded in response. The tall Italian came to sit down on Draco's other side, it was hard don't get me wrong,' he glanced behind Draco's head and offered his girlfriend a small smile, she nodded and he continued. 'Pansy was a bit like you, didn't think she deserved it, there were tears and promises and each day is a new challenge, but we have each other, we won't give up. That's why I know you shouldn't.' He wrapped his arm around the blond's shoulders and pulled him close to his chest. 'You can do this mate, the song is the key.' At this Draco raised an eyebrow, 'It's true,; Pansy spoke up causing Draco to turn and face her, 'the song represents your relationship, take ours… ' here she stopped and glanced nervously at Blaise, after a second he nodded and she continued, 'before Blaise even knew it was me the song told him it was someone who would need convincing, that it would be hard work.' 'and Pansy knew that I'd ground her , keep her safe and secure, and, quite literally someone who had been neutral in the war although we didn't spot that until afterwards' he glanced at Pansy and began to sing, he rich tones filling the air;

I live here on my knees

As I try to make you see

That you're everything I think I need here on the ground.

Her response came instantly:

But you're neither friend nor foe

Though I can't seem to let you go.

The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down.

Draco closed his eyes as their voiced washed over him. He ran the words of his, now fully formed song, through his mind. He could do this, he had to do this.

Draco's eyes snapped open, that's it he said, ' I know what to do,' with that he stood and strode out of the common room followed by the wide eyes of his two best friends.

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Harry rested his chin on his hand and pushed his eggs around his plate. He had fought not to come to breakfast, pretty sure he was in no mood to face people but Hermione had insisted and in the end he had relented, anything for a peaceful life.

He was lost in thought and didn't notice the hush that fell across The Great Hall until Hermione nudged him sharply in the ribs, his head snapped up ready to snap as his bushy haired friend; 'What the?' he was cut short as he saw the reason for the silence (and his sore ribs), his mouth went dry as he took in the sight before him. Draco Malfoy was stood at the bottom of the Gryffindor table staring right at him, and not only that but he looked drop dead gorgeous, his blond hair was pointed in to one sharp Mohawk across his head, he was wearing jeans so tight they looked painted on and a tight black vest full of rips, offering occasional glimpses of milky white skin beneath, and, od dear Merlin, was he wearing eyeliner? Harry swallowed hard and watched as Draco twitched nervously, the blond began to speak; 'Pot … I mean Harry, you do deserve it you know, to be loved, of course you do, I am … I'm an idiot, how could you ever forgive me? I mean I thought it was me that didn't deserve it, I thought it was a punishment for you to end up with me, who the hell would want me? But well after a good talking to,' here he risked a glance at the staff table where two professors watched with more of a vested interest than the others, one was grinning ear to ear and the other, well the other was Snape! Draco turned back to Harry, ' So I realised that I do deserve happiness and so do you so ….

'Listen up, turn it up and rock it out

party on, I wanna hear you scream and shout

this is real, as real as it gets

I came to get down to get some fucking respect

taking it back to hardcore level

you better be ready, put your pedal to the metal

taking it back to hardcore level

you better be ready, put your pedal to the metal.'

The whole school had let out a collective gasp as Draco had begun to sing. Their eyes had not left him as he began to move down the Gryffindor table coming to a stop behind Harry. Harry had turned fully on his seat to completely take in what he was seeing, he could hear mutters and gasps around him but didn't care, his eyes were all for Draco the man was gorgeous and was rocking out hard, all for him. As Draco came to an end Harry felt the tug of the compulsion to reply, he stood and stepped towards Draco reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear from the Slytherin's cheek and ignoring the shocked gasps and questions he sang his reply:

'Whoa I'll never give in

Whoa I'll never give up

Whoa I'll never give in

And I just wanna be, wanna be loved.'

Draco swallowed, and reached up to take Harry's hand, 'I know,' turning the hand so that he could press a kiss to it. ' I listened to the song I heard you, I did this to show you I had heard, the song told me I would have to make you sit up and pay attention, especially after what I did. I'm so sorry Harry, I thought it was some sick joke.' Harry closed his eyes and felt tears begin to form, he could have this, he could be happy. He smiled slowly realising that it was his, it was finally here. He moved his hand so that it rested on the back of Draco's head, he threaded his hands in to the fine blond hair and pulled Draco forward in to a fierce, burning kiss. The hall erupted in to wolf whistles and cat-calls as he melted in to the kiss. Harry vaguely heard McGonagoll trying to restore some form of order as he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Draco's, 'We can really do this can't we.' Draco nodded a small smile ghosting his lips, 'We can, as the song says, you'll never give up'. Harry smirked and dropped his hand to hold Draco's, 'You're damn right I won't, now come on', he said, 'let's go someone more private; I want to discuss the next lines of the song.'

The end.

Pansy and Blaise : Gravity by Sara Bareilles