Spicy Marmalade
Summary: Non Magical AU: Draco is a famous romance novelist while Harry is the childish lead singer of the recently formed group Bad Wizards with dreams of obtaining fame. They'll be drawn to each other in a strange way. Adapted from Gravitation.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This fic will be adapted from the manga/anime Gravitation by Maki Murakami so it will follow Gravitation's story line very closely, almost making you feel like you're reading Gravitation's anime sequence, but with HP characters. Harry Potter and characters from HP novels belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling. Nothing is mine. Basic plot (except for some changes and deviations) is Murakami's and characters belong to Rowling. There might be changes to the Gravitation storyline according to what I feel like though, but it will seem a lot like Gravitation at least from the start... Each chapter will have the name of a song from Gravitation so they might have nothing to do with what happens in the chapter. lol The name of this fic is also the name of a song. I thought it would make a nice title. Characters will be very OOC! The ages will be different from HP too! Draco will be a bit older than Harry for example.
Also: This fic will contain ANGST! It starts lively and almost humor like, but it will have angst and probably lots of it. Hope this doesn't bother you. You've been warned.
Important: Decided to add this as I didn't consider there would be readers not familiar with 'Gravitation' and the first review, which was very honest, made me recognize that detail. My Bad! Truly sorry about that. Harry is acting like Shindo Shuiichi from Gravitation, thus Harry is very OOC. He will act bratty and crazy, but he will learn gradually. Hope this answers why he is acting like he is. He is eighteen years old. (Actually, my baby brother is nineteen and acts the same or worse, lol, but my little brother is a charlatan. He had to return to the Optometry clinic another day because they were closing and he hadn't been able to put on his contacts! The day he returned he asked if he had made a record. 'Shiemi covers face in embarrassment')
Ch. 1: Super Drive
A young man that looked like a fourteen year old boy by his height and way of dressing was seated in an Optometry clinic. His contact lenses were ready at last, but he was having problems trying to put them on. After a long time the Optometrist had given up and had left him with a female employee. The young woman was having a hard time with the childishly clad young man.
"It fell!" The boy exclaimed and the woman picked the lens up from the floor and cleansed it with the lens solution before making the boy try again. Somehow the lens slipped again from the boy's hands. "Look! It's flying!" He exclaimed pointing at the falling lens and the woman rolled her eyes as she looked for the transparent object yet again. Wordlessly she handed it over after cleaning it. "It's almost there... Hmm... Hrmph... Ah! I think I lost it!" The woman looked like she could scream. It definitely wasn't her day and if the boy managed to put the contact lenses on she never wanted to see him again in the Clinic!
XxXxX
A middle aged woman was revising the new groups that had formed and had just gotten themselves producers. There in her office were the members of the new group 'Slytherins.' The group had an arrogant and extremely sexy young man named Blaise Zabini as their lead singer. The other two in the group were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. The woman had just considered them a great group and was about to let them go. She had some notes in which she saw another group's name: 'Bad Wizards.' She stared at the president and principal producer of the very distinguished musical company, a member of a group that had disbanded three years before. The band's name had been 'Griffin Power' and the young man's name was Oliver Wood. He was dressed in very flashy clothing that included a nice hat and he had been that 'Griffin Power's' keyboard player. "Who are they?" The woman asked about the group 'Bad Wizards.' "Are they any good?"
Oliver laughed. "I know as much as you do about them. Their manager is our one and only Neville Longbottom."
"Neville, huh?" The woman raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed on her lips.
XxXxX
A tall young man with long red hair and blue eyes named Ronald Weasley was with Neville Longbottom. The young man was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans with holes in its knees. Neville was dressed in a black suit and tie and constantly looking at his watch. He messied his dark brown hair getting desperate. "Where is he? Where in the world is he?" The manager looked extremely nervous and like he could collapse with a heart attack any second.
A small framed and thin eighteen year old young man that could have easily passed by a fourteen year old came running energetically towards the two waiting men. "Here I aaaaaaaaaaaaam!" He exclaimed bouncing happily. The young man had black messy hair with fluorescent red highlights all over it. He was wearing khaki shorts, white brandless trainers, and a red t-shirt with an opened pink short sleeved button shirt over it. "Ron! Ron! See anything different?" He asked as he stood in front of the tall redhead.
Ron looked at his best friend up and down with a smile and shrugged. "That you're as energetic as always and haven't grown one bit physically either?"
Harry Potter frowned. "Look more closely! Look at my face!" The young man winked an eye and stuck his tongue out at Ron.
"You are as cute as always and if it weren't for you being my best friend I would devour you," Ron replied with a smirk.
"Ron! I didn't know you felt that way about me... Don't change the subject! Just look at my eyes!" Harry battered his eyelashes at Ron and the manager. Both men blinked.
Neville decided to try a guess: "You have very beautiful emerald green eyes?"
Harry kneeled on the boardwalk wanting to give up when Ron laughed and said: "So you were late because you were getting contact lenses, huh? How many hours did you spend trying to put them on so that the Optometrist would let you go?"
Harry went thoughtful and he stood up. "About five hours..."
Ron covered his face in embarrassment and Neville went berserk. "Five hours trying to put contact lenses on? Five hours? FIVE HOURS? Oh my Gawwwd! Are you bloody mad? Did you finish the song?"
The childish looking man gasped and then said matter of factly: "I forgot."
Neville started to bang his head against the nearest lamp-post. "I am sooooooo dead! Sooooooooooooooo dead!" He grabbed Harry's opened pink shirt by its collar. "YOU ARE NOT TAKING YOUR CAREER SERIOUSLY!"
"I want to eat some ice cream," Harry said turning to Ron. Neville looked like he could cry.
"Don't worry, Longbottom. He'll finish it. You'll see." Ron placed a hand on Neville's shoulder reassuringly.
"HE HAS TO GIVE A FUCKING CONCERT IN A WEEK, RONALD!" Neville's eyes were almost out of its orbs.
"It'll be fine, Neville. Relax." Ron turned to his best friend. "You'll have the song ready tomorrow, right Harry?"
"Ice cream! Ice cream!" Harry was jumping up and down.
"I'll take you to the ice cream parlor," Ron said before lowering his tall frame and putting an arm around Harry's shoulders.
XxXxX
That evening Harry was alone in a park trying to finish his song. He kept looking at the lyrics trying to figure how to finish them when a strong wind blew the important notebook ripped paper away from his hands. Harry started to desperately run after the paper. If he lost those lyrics he was going to be in deep trouble because he hadn't memorized yet what he had already written. Running as fast as he could he stopped all of a sudden as he saw a tall white blonde man with a single tiny loop earring on his left earlobe. The man, who was smoking a cigarette and had incredible stormy gray eyes, looked fixedly at Harry, the paper in his hand. "Is this shit yours?"
Harry felt as if he had just been stabbed. "Did you read it?" He asked somewhat expectantly.
"Yes, and I have to say that I thought these had been written by an eight year old brat. I still hope they were written by an eight year old or are you going to tell me that you wrote them yourself?"
"Those are the lyrics of my song..." Harry said in a tiny voice looking hurt.
"You should abandon this when you are still in time then. You suck at writing lyrics. This is pure crap. I've never read anything worse. Can't believe someone would actually call this shit a love song. You have no talent." He looked at the paper again as if it were something disgusting. "This only demonstrates you have zero talent. It's rubbish. Throw it into the nearest bin and you will make this world a favor by doing so."
The incredibly handsome man placed the paper on Harry's trembling hands and walked away. Harry dropped on his knees feeling extremely depressed and whispered to the howling wind in a broken voice: "You didn't have to be so nasty about it, you jerk!"
XxXxX
The day after that encounter Harry was with Ron. He was still extremely depressed when Neville Longbottom arrived. "Is the song ready?" He asked looking hopeful.
Harry shook his head. "I couldn't finish it."
"WHAT?" Neville looked like he could faint. "WHY?"
"I hate that bloke!" Harry exclaimed out of the blue.
"What bloke?" Ron asked curiously.
"He told me my lyrics were crappy! He told me I had zero talent! Can you believe that?"
Neville laughed nervously. "Probably some guy that wanted to make you feel miserable. Don't let it get to you!"
"I'm not letting it get to me! It's just... He didn't look just like a random bloke! He... He didn't get to me! He didn't!"
"Then why did you block yourself just because he told you that you had no talent? You have natural talent, Harry. Don't you ever think otherwise" Ron lifted Harry's chin looking into the emerald orbs that sadly illuminated that hurt face.
"I'm going to show him! I'm going to show him that I do have talent!" Harry left the building running, but not really knowing where to find that bloke. He didn't know the man's name or anything about that man. He had just seen him the night before and that was that. The chances of ever seeing that man again to prove himself were almost null.
It started to pour and Harry walked through crowds feeling completely miserable under the rain. His desire to see that man again was incredible. Just then some people started to point at a certain car. "It's a very cool car!"
"Last model I bet! Most be extremely expensive!" Another random person exclaimed.
Harry gazed at the car and gasped as he saw the driver. Not even thinking about what he was doing he ran and got in front of the car with his arms extended to each side. The vehicle stopped only a foot from Harry and the tall blonde man stepped down. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, FUCKING BRAT? USE SOME OTHER CAR TO COMMIT SUICIDE!"
Harry glared at the man and stated: "I wanted to see you."
"Get in then," the man said expressionlessly.
Harry was surprised by the unexpected invitation and got inside the car. The man drove in silence, puffing smoke from the cigarette he had just lit. Some of the smoke got in front of Harry's face and he sneezed. "You are going to destroy my lungs with that."
"You are sneezing because you stupidly got wet in the rain. Umbrellas are not that expensive, brat. Plus, this is my car," the blonde man answered in a very unemotional tone.
Harry growled and at that moment they arrived at a luxurious apartment complex. They got down and the man invited Harry into his flat. Harry didn't care about the luxury that surrounded him as he dropped himself into a very expensive sofa. The man went into a room and came back with a towel that he dropped unto Harry's face. "You said you wanted to see me. Does that mean you weren't trying to destroy my car by commiting suicide? Although now that I look closely at your face I don't think you have enough brains to even commit suicide properly. Were you trying to kill yourself because I told you last night that you had no talent?"
The smaller young man on the sofa gaped. "You remember?"
"How can I forget those awful lyrics? I think I had nightmares about them. Do you want an apology? You won't get it and I stand by what I said before. You have no talent. Now get out of my house."
Harry looked horrfied not knowing why he even was in that flat. He dropped the towel and left, but the anger that boiled inside him ignited a flare. He had the inpiration to finish the song's lyrics.
XxXxX
Ron was with Harry and Neville was making a celebration. "You finished the song at last!" He kept exclaiming. That day Oliver Wood had gotten a glimpse of 'Bad Wizards,' but had no time to really check them out.
"What inspired you to finish it?" The long haired redhead asked.
"The nasty bloke did!" Harry exclaimed and smirked. "I'll show him! I'll show him indeed!"
"Did you see him again?" Ron asked honestly curious.
"Yes, I did! Yesterday! I was even in this creep's house! He kept saying that I had no talent and I was so furious that I finished the song afterwards."
"I could kiss that man then!" Exclaimed Neville dreamily. "He has saved me!"
The TV was on in the room they were and Ron changed some channels. He suddenly left it on an interview and Harry gasped and pointed at the TV. "IT'S HIM!"
Neville looked at Harry startled. "You mean that's the bloke who told you that your lyrics were awful?" Harry nodded. "No wonder he did... He is one of the most acclaimed romance novelists. That's the extremely famous writer Draco Malfoy. He definitely had the authority to evaluate your lyrics."
"Draco... Malfoy?" Harry asked still staring at the TV screen.
Ron looked at Harry. "I always thought you needed a girlfriend, but never thought you would fall for a guy..."
"I haven't fallen for him! He's a jerk, Ron!"
"You can't help who you fall for, Harry. You can't stop thinking about him, can you? Ever since he insulted your lyrics you cannot get him out of your mind. Why don't you go and tell him how you feel?"
"Are you insane?" Harry stood up. "What I'm going to tell him is that I hate him and that he can stuck his opinions down his arse!" Harry started to run towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Neville asked.
"To that TV station!" Harry replied before disappearing behind the door.
Neville looked at Ron. "Is he mad?"
"Since Junior High..." Ron said casually still listening to the already ending interview as he tested some strings in his guitar.
"What is he going to do?" Neville looked stupefied.
"Confess his feelings I guess..." Ron grinned.
XxXxX
The tenth channel TV station was actually quite close to the building where the music producers worked. Harry got there by running, anxiety and anger flourishing inside him. He didn't know how to get into the building as the access was restricted. He looked at the intercom system and wondered if he should try contacting a receptionist when he felt the unmistakable smell of someone smoking and coughed as the smoke surrounded him. He moved his hands trying to get rid of the smoke and looked back. There was Draco Malfoy in the flesh having a puff. The man stared at him: "You again? Why do you keep popping out on me? Are you stalking me, brat?"
Harry gaped and then closed his mouth. "I wanted you to know that I finished it!"
"You finished what?" Draco puffed with an uninterested expression.
"My song! You... You can come and listen to it! There will be a concert on Friday! I... I'll be singing my song!"
Draco puffed some smoke on Harry's face and looked boringly into Harry's eyes. "So you want me to listen to your crappy song, huh? You like me."
"I don't!" Harry glared menacingly.
"Then why did you come all the way here to tell me you want me to listen to your awful song?"
"Because..." Harry looked confused and lowered his eyes.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not interested in dating guys. I'm not gay, brat." Draco threw the cigarette and trampled it.
Just then a woman came out of the building and stared at Draco. She looked pissed. "Shit," Draco whispered, but only Harry heard him.
"There you are, Drake! What is wrong with you? Always disappearing like that!"
Draco suddenly wrapped his arms around Harry and Harry's head rested against the taller man's chest. "You just interrupted me with my newly found lovely partner. Isn't he cute, Pansy?" He caressed Harry's face almost tenderly and the black haired young man blushed madly, but wanted to say the truth when Draco suddenly whispered in his ear: "Play along or I swear I'll kill you." Harry cringed as Draco nuzzled his neck.
The woman looked disgusted and mad. "You shouldn't fool around like that, Drake."
"You have no authority on deciding who should I date, Pansy."
"Fuck you Draco! Go to hell!" Pansy stomped out of there looking extremely furious.
Draco freed Harry and the boyish young man looked incredulously at him. "You shouldn't have done that. I think you hurt her..."
"Why should you care? She asked for it anyway. Where will your concert be, brat?"
"It's Harry and it will be in the old Starskies building, Friday afternoon..."
"Won't promise I'll be there to listen to that shitty song, but I'll try. Now disappear from my sight." Draco waved his hand dismissing the boy and entered the TV station building, but Harry followed him.
"Hey! Why do you keep calling my song crappy? Why do you enjoy putting me down? Just stop making comments like that because they hurt! They hurt so much..."
Draco pushed Harry against a wall and said in an angered tone. "Just shut up, annoying brat!" He kissed Harry then just to quiet the boy down. Harry could feel his mind spinning at that moment, but his body warming up wildly due to that kiss.
Another Note: I'm still not sure if I'll partner up with someone for this fic. I'm still waiting for a reply from two people...
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