"Nice performance." A familiar voice called out as Draco was leaving the Great Hall. He turned, only to spot the infamous Ron Weasley, sporting a black eye for some reason.

"They still let you on the grounds?" Draco questioned. "Impressive."

"Why do you always have to be such a dick, Draco?"

"I don't know, why do you always have to be such a prat?" Ron growled slightly and Draco sighed.

"Can't we just put this all behind us?" Draco questioned. "I hate you, you hate me, and so we walk out of this place and never speak to each other again. Deal?"

"No."

"WHY?" Draco said, exasperated.

"Because I know I was the one meant to be with Hermione, and I still will be." 

"You know what, Weasley? Let's settle this once and for all." Draco insisted, taking off his jacket and dropping it. "You and me. One on one."

"You want to fight me?"

"No, I've already done that, and you lost pathetically."

"A duel, then?"

"You can't even levitate a feather. Wouldn't be much of a fight."

"What then?"

".....Song fight. One song. We both sing, and have someone judge it. Whoever wins gets to try their cards at Hermione's heart. The loser backs off and never speaks to her again. Sound fair?"

"Who's the judge?"

"I'll do it." Harry's voice interrupted. "I hate  and like you both equally enough for it."

"Fair enough." Ron agreed. "You've got yourself a deal."

"Excellent. Ad since I'm such a generous person, I'll even let you pick the song." Draco declared. Ron thought for a moment, then smirked.

"Little Lion Man." He announced. 

"A wonderful choice. Let's hope you don't butcher it."

And so the three boys ended up in an empty classroom, Ron and Draco circling each other like wrestlers waiting to see who would make the first move. Harry stood on a table at the end of the room. 

"Okay guys." He began. "I'm judging solely on your singing, so be ready. Points off for wrong lyrics, and no killing each other. Got it?"

"Yes." They replied in unison. And then the music started. 

"Weep for yourself, my man," Draco began, shoving Ron back. "You'll never be what is in your heartWeep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head." Ron glared at him as they sang the chorus in unison. 

"But it was not your fault but mine,
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?"

"Tremble for yourself, my man," Ron continued alone, shoving at Draco. "You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble little lion man,
You'll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck." 

"But it was not your fault but mine," They sang together. 

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?

"But it was not your fault but mine," Both of them failed to notice that Hermione had heard their voices and was now standing in the doorway, entranced by them. 

And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?"

They both paused as they spotted Hermione at the doorway, watching them. They glanced at each other before resuming the song, finishing it together. 

"But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?"

The last note echoed around them.

"Well, this is clear." Harry announced. "Tie. 'Mione decides who gets her heart." 

Hermione looked between them, weighing her whole life. All of their actions, past and present. She opened her mouth, and both boys looked anxious at her response. 

"Draco." She declared, her eyes settling on the Slytherin.