(A/N: So, I've been sitting on this idea and forcing myself to update my HP fic for a while. I am a hopeless Karry shipper. I don't think there's nearly enough of it in the world. Just to be clear: Klaine is my Glee OTP. I love that pairing. However, when Glee crosses over with Harry Potter; Karry trumps it. Any Blaine bashing that may occur in this fic is purely for plot purposes and has nothing to do with how I feel about his character. There might not even be any. I'm still figuring out who I want to be the antagonist in this fic. Well, the main one. There's of course going to be the meat-heads. But that's a little soft for my tastes. Plus, this is Harry "Trouble Magnet" Potter. Also, Remus and Sirius will be an established pairing for this fic. That means no Teddy. Sorry. I love him to pieces, but I decided against Ronks for two reasons: I love wolfstar and Harry needs gay role models. *wipes sweat from forehead* Phew! Now that all that's been said, there's only a tiny bit left to this massive author's note. Yes, I named this fic after Orianthi's song. No, I don't own Glee or Harry Potter. Please let me know what you think!)

According to You

Prologue

Harry sat on his bed in Grimmauld Place wondering when things had turned so sour with his ex-boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

The first few months had been great. After the Final Battle at Platform 9 ¾ in the December of their 6th year , Draco had walked directly up to him and apologized for being a bigoted arse all of those years. They became friends almost immediately after that. They grew closer and closer until Draco asked Harry to Hogsmeade with him for Valentine's Day. The rest of the school year had been the best months of Harry's life. Draco had showered him with affection, kind words, and romantic gestures. Harry had never felt so loved and in love.

Things changed during this past month. At Hogwarts, Harry was shielded from the press. However, that changed from the moment he stepped off the Hogwarts Express. They were everywhere. Instead of shielding Harry and helping him quickly through the crowd, Draco puffed out his chest and started boasting about their relationship (including details Harry would rather be private). Eventually, Harry was able to drag his boyfriend away. Harry had pushed away his bad feelings about it, playing it off as a one-time thing. He felt sure that Draco would realize that he wasn't comfortable with the press. He couldn't have been more wrong. Draco loved the press. Every time they went out, he encouraged them. He had also taken to almost constantly insulting Harry's fashion sense, his posture, his manners, and his glasses. At first Harry thought that Draco just wanted to help him not make a fool of himself in front of the cameras.

Then Draco started insulting Harry's personality, sense of humor, and the thing that caused Harry to snap: his friends and guardians. It had been one of the things Harry had made perfectly clear: if Draco insulted them, any sort of relationship they had would be over.

Last night was when it happened.

The date had started off better than they had been recently; Draco had taken Harry to his favorite restaurant and there was no press there as it was a muggle restaurant. (In fact, that was WHY it was his favorite restaurant.) They had just gotten their entrees and were discussing what their friends were doing for their holidays.

"Hermione is still put out that all of those books didn't help her in the least when she was trying to surf." Harry said laughing at the memory of the irate letter he had received from his friend who was visiting Australia.

"Stupid mudblood." Draco chuckled and then froze. Harry's eyes were burning with fury.

"I thought you had changed. Clearly, you haven't really. The Draco you've been playing wouldn't have said that. Consider us through." Harry said coldly and quietly.

"Oh come on, it's not a big deal. You're just being stupid." Draco replied arrogantly.

"It is a big deal. And there's another reason we're through: you've gone back to insulting me at every opportunity. It sure seems like all of this has been an act to get you some good press, Malfoy." Harry was hissing by the end. Draco scoffed.

"That would be a brilliant theory, but you're forgetting something: I asked you out during the last semester and was friends with you longer. There is no press at Hogwarts." Draco retorted.

"That's easy to explain: You knew that it would take you a while to befriend and then woo me. If you had just asked me out this summer without me getting to know you, your plan would never have worked. I would have probably punched you in the face or laughed. So you just slowly wormed your way into my heart by pretending to be a changed person. Someone who loved 'just Harry.' Joke's on me I guess." Harry snarled.

"Fine, Potter. You've figured me out. Give the bloody Golden Boy another bloody medal! I got what I wanted. Nobody really hates me anymore. Hell, now maybe I can find a hot boyfriend who isn't a fucking scar-covered, half-blood FREAK!" Draco threw back. He picked up his coat, stood up, and left.

Harry threw down some money, not caring if he over-paid and left as well. He apparated straight back home, went straight to his room, silenced and locked the door, and then let himself cry until he couldn't any more.

Now here he was. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Harry said in a hoarse monotone.

Remus and Sirius came in and sat on either side of him.

"What happened, pup?" Sirius asked, concerned and itching for an excuse to hex Malfoy.

"Malfoy's an arse, I hate the bloody press, and I want to move." Harry stated.

Remus and Sirius shared a silent conversation with their eyes. A minute later, they re-focused on Harry.

"I think a change of scenery is in order, don't you Moony?" Sirius grinned.

"As long as it's somewhere English-speaking. I'd like to spare myself the migraines of teaching you another language." Remus replied with a smirk. Sirius pouted, and Harry chuckled.

"I vote the US; they really don't give a rat's arse about my being The-Boy-Who-Won't-Freaking-Die!" Harry toned in.

"Where in the States?" Remus asked.

"Don't look at me; I don't know shit about the other side of the pond. I say we give Harry a dart to throw at a map." Sirius suggested with a mischievous look in his eyes at the crazy plan.

"Sounds like fun to me!" Harry replied. "Could you conjure the map and dart?"

Remus quickly conjured the map and placed it on the wall with a light sticking charm. Then, he conjured the dart and handed the dart to Harry.

When Harry was about to throw the dart, Sirius yelled, "HIT THE DECKS!" He then flung himself at the ground while Remus stepped back and rolled his eyes affectionately. The noise made Harry jump and the dart landed a little to the left of where he had been aiming. Sirius got up and studied where the dart hit.

"Lima, Ohio it is, then!"