sweetener; drarry

4; normal guitars

TRACK 4
time well spent medley
tom felton

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harry thought about making his presence known once the blond seemingly grew tired of singing, taking a step forward before draco placed the instrument — he had previously been retuning — down onto the cold, stone tiles of the floor. as it dropped gently to the ground, the strings rattled slightly causing a not-so-pleasant twang! which ricochet around the empty hospital wing. draco was the only student staying there overnight and harry felt a pang of guilt.

the brunet kept back, masking himself behind the wall, he seemed to be hiding far too often recently. he took a silent breath — watching as draco swapped out the ukulele for a guitar with a flick of his wand before quickly checking that it was in tune. the blond inhaled sharply through his nose and began playing the intro of a song that harry didn't know. the brunet's eyebrows almost rose into his hairline — draco was so good with a guitar.

"and i wish i knew everything there is to know about you," the blond began, his voice reverberating and bouncing across the tall walls of the hospital wing, "and i want you to see just exactly what you mean to me." he continued.

harry stood in utter awe, how had he never known of draco's hidden talent? the boy was a natural, and it was a mystery as to why he never showed off his singing abilities to anyone.

"and you, you think you know me, yeah," his voice was smooth like silk, rare like diamonds. harry had never heard someone his age control their vocals so well. "i guarantee there's a lot more to see."

"and you, you don't believe it's true." harry couldn't help but allow a flushed smile and a pink hue of delight spread across his face like wildfire. "that if i'm dreaming that i'm dreaming of you," draco's voice grew softer, "and i wish that i could hold your hand." he cooed and harry felt as though the blond was singing directly to him.

"feet beneath the sand." draco seemed to forget it was the dead of night, singing slighter louder albeit keeping below a belting range. "i wish that i could drive you in my car." he sounded so innocent and heartfelt. harry felt like some sort of bird was trapped in his chest.

he then hummed before continuing "to kiss you on—" draco's head perked up and he stopped abruptly, his eyes wide and accusing. harry hadn't even realised that he was no longer hidden behind the door but right in plain view, in some sort of trance at the blond's song.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" draco scowled, using his leg to scoot the guitar under his hospital bed as if it would help cover the evident shame on his face.
"well—uhh—i..." harry struggled for words, why was he there? why was he risking a detention just to see draco?
"spit it out!" the blond gritted his teeth, turning red with embarrassed anger.

"i just wanted to check that you were okay." harry spat right back, taking four huge strides towards draco's lone hospital bed after spotting the glowing eyes of mrs norris just around the corner.

draco seemed slightly taken aback at harry's claim, quickly composing himself.
"sorry, i'm having trouble deciding why you care when it's none of your business, now go away before i call filch."

harry wasn't sure how to respond. a part of him wanted to turn away and curl up in his nice, warm bed. the rest of him yearned to stay with draco and his legs seemingly bonded to the floor — disallowing the brunet to leave. it was his god forsaken hero complex, it had to be. why else would he so desperately want to fix draco.

"are you deaf?" draco spat, eyes and nose scrunched up with spite. harry shook his head quickly, words eluding his grasp as he fought to form a half-coherent sentence in his head.

the blond opened his mouth slightly, probably to throw some water-of-a-duck's-back insult, before seemingly thinking better of it and sighing.

"why are you really here?" he asked, almost disappointed.

"what?"

"i despise you and you clearly aren't very fond of me, either — so what do you want?" the boy with eyes as chilling as snow tapped his fingers on the bed impatiently. "are you hoping to steal some medicine? i will gladly show you where they are if your plan is to overdose."

that offhanded insult hardly even registered to harry as he wracked his mind for a sentence, a word, for something.

"i...i don't know." harry answered honestly, dumbfounded at just how agitated draco was. the usually belligerent blond — who's barbed glares sucked the very soul out of any poor being unfortunate enough to meet them — bore a wilting essence to his demeanour. a certain wetness of the eye and pink hue of the cheeks that symbolised dismay, as if his very core was rotting like a twisted rose.

"of course you don't." draco replied shortly after, squirming in the uncomfortable silence. harry shifted his awkward gaze to the walls, fruitlessly searching the stone foundations for a conversation topic. just when the mind boggling silence became deafening, a bisque sun shone weakly through the hospital wing's curtains. light bounced off the glass windows on all four walls and cast an apricot glow on the room. harry's eye was quickly caught by the beauty that sat before him.

it was dark inside the hospital wing, but the carrot tint that had fallen upon the open hall illuminated all of draco's best features. his hair gleamed and reflected each colour from the mash of vibrant reds, oranges and yellows outside. his consistently pale complexion was now replaced with warm, tan skin — but most of all, draco's usual exasperated eyes suddenly grew bright. the blond had the eyes of dove feathers, not the albino kind, but the ones with a hue so softly grey they could have been pencil drawn. they had that look of birds flying in a sunlit sky, the shine and quick movement, purposefully at ease.

harry stood in star struck awe, gasping so softly you could have missed it. he had always considered draco an attractive guy but never before had he been so captivated by the blond's presence.

it was almost as if he had been frozen in time, doomed to drool over a boy he thought he had hated.

harry couldn't ignore the sick feeling in his belly or the contrasting thoughts in his head. he had to leave. he had to go somewhere quiet and untangle the muddled voices fighting within his brain.

harry had to get away from draco.