You Are In Love

Fire

Well, Romeo and Juliet
Samson and Delilah
Oh, baby, you can bet
A love they couldn't deny
My words they say split
But my words they lie
'Cuz when we kiss
Oooooh
Fire
Uh oh, Fire

We walk back to our seats, our footsteps echoing loudly in the silent Hall. Professor Flitwick get's up and interrupts the shocked silence. "Well, those are two very talented young men! I think we can all agree that there was a lot of talent here tonight. The winning act will be announced tomorrow, the prize is a day off of classes to do whatever you wish." There is applause as he sits down and Dumbledore gets's up. "Off to bed now." Everybody get's up to leave, except for Ron, who is sitting there, with a shell-shocked expression on his face. "Ron?" I say carefully, not too sure of how he reacts, he looks at me, "You and M-Malfoy?"He stutters out, I hold out my bare forearm. He takes and looks back up at me,"S-soulmates?" I nod, he looks down, "Bloody hell." I laugh, he get's up and gives me a hug. "That's great." We head off to bed, I sleep happily and soundly.

The next morning at breakfast, Draco and I arrive late for breakfast, we walk in and a roaring applause greets us. Flitwick walks up to us, "Congratulations boys, you have won, you may cash in your prize whenever, as long as you both don't have any tests. Also, I think I speak for everyone when I say that we would love if you two could perform right now." He finishes saying, and he looks at us, "Sure we can perform right now." I answer Draco goes off to get music ready. He comes back with a couple of headsets, we help each other put them on. We walk to the front, and he starts the sing:

I'm ridin' in your car
Ya turn on the radio

He's putting on a show, I step up and match his theatrics.

You're pullin' me close
I just say no

He pulls me close and we part again. He looks at me.

I say I don't like it
Butcha know I'm a liar

'Cuz when we kiss
Oooooh
Fire
Mmm, fire

Late at night
Ooooh, you're takin' me home

You say you wanna stay
I say I wanna be alone

I say I don't love you
Butcha know I'm a liar

'Cuz when we kiss
Oooooh
Fire
Fire

Our kisses like fire
Woah oh-oh, fire
Love whatcha doin' now
Fire
Touchin' me with fire
Touchin' me, burnin' me
Take me home
Fire
Woah oh-oh, fire

We smile at the audience and take a bow. Then we go to our house tables and sit down, Hermione smiles at me proudly and Ron grins. "That was brilliant Harry!" Exclaims Hermione, I beam at her and Ron nods in agreement. "Where did you learn to sing?" Asks Neville, I look at him, "I didn't learn. I just sorta started doing it to distract me and to let out my feelings." I told him nonchalantly. "Well, you have some talent!" I thank him and turn back to my breakfast. "Oh no," Hermione says, looking up from the daily post. "What's wrong 'Mione?" I ask her, worry soaking my question. "There's been an article published, about you a-a-and Malfoy." She says in a quiet tone. As if on cue, I look up to the Slytherin table as Draco stands, his face ashen, with a letter in hand and runs out of the Great Hall. I polish off my toast and chase after him.

I find him sitting on the floor in front of an abandoned classroom. He looks up at me, "He knows, he's not happy. H-he wants to use me, t-to get to you." He says, before going into hysterics. I try to calm him down, "Who? Your Father?" He shakes his head, "N-no, the D-Dark Lord." He says hiccoughing the whole time. I feel lightheaded, my knees weak and my hands trembling. I sit down next to him, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close to me. "I love you and nothing can change that," I whisper, his arms clinging to me.

We sit there forever until McGonagall walks by us. She looks back, "Shouldn't you two be in classes?" She asks accusingly, before taking a closer look at us. "Is there a problem that the school should be aware of?" She asks gently. Draco hands her the letter. She grows pale, she rushes off after telling us to take the rest of the day off from classes. "What else did the letter say?" I ask Draco kindly. "I-It talks about m-my Dark Mark." I gasp, "They made you get one?" I ask him. He nods and rolls up his sleeve. I look, expecting to see the Dark Mark, instead, I see a huge healing scar. "I couldn't bear having it, so I removed it." He explains, I pul his face close and we share a tender kiss. "Can we go visit somebody?" I ask him, he nods. I help him get up from the floor and we make our way to the Defense Against Dark Arts room.