Guitars & Talks
Harry sat at the edge of his bed, the eighth year's roommate away for the day. Somehow, Draco had managed to get two detentions in a row for sticking up for Harry. He still couldn't believe that they were friends. Every time he said that to himself, he blinked, trying to make sense of the occurrence.
As of recent, the raven-haired teen had learned of the existence of a multitude of guitars and how music could help your mental health, according to muggle studies. He smiled slightly as he opened the case in which his acoustic guitar stood and began to strum, humming to himself.
Eventually, he remembered the lyrics to a once-popular song that seemed to resonate with him, the chords being his favorite to strum.
"Hold, hold on, hold onto me," He began, his voice strong and powerful much alike to his regular speaking voice in it's smoothness,
"'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady"
He barely realized that somebody had been watching him until he heard a soft voice jumping in, singing the next part,
"Mama, come here
Approach, appear
And Daddy, I'm alone
'Cause this house don't feel like home
If you love me, don't let go"
"Whoa, if you love me, don't let go," He sang, meeting the eyes which he so often thought of, the blonde already smiling softly at his friend.
"Whoa, if you love me, don't let go
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady," they both chorused, finding a rhythm together.
"Mother, I know
That you're tired of being alone
Dad, I know you're trying
To fight when you feel like flyin'
But if you love me, don't let go," Sang Draco, approaching Harry and sitting next to the young boy.
"Whoa, if you love me, don't let go," Harry grinned up at him as he finished.
"I didn't know you could sing or play!" Said the blonde, an impressed expression on his face.
Harry merely shrugged, blushing. "I guess it's just one of those things I don't really speak about."
"Your voice is beautiful." He laughed as he got wrapped up in a warm hug from the short Gryffindor. "Just like you."
"Thanks."
Both boys grinned happily at one another at the memory they had just made.
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Drarry One-Shots - A Collection
FanfictionThese particular stories are prompts that I have collected or thought about for many years but never got around to doing. In many of these short stories, it is after the war and during their eighth grade year. Enjoy and do be careful when nearing t...
