This is a three part story, and I have decided that instead of posting the first part and making you all wait for the next, I'm going to write them all first and then post them all at once.

"Good morning class!" Ms. Verian sang as she stepped into the classroom.

"Morning, Ms. Verian," the class collectively responded.

As she started talking about what they would do today, Harry leaned over to Hermione. "Why do we even have to take this class? I'd literally take Potions over singing anyday."

Hermione shrugged. "Me too, but you know it's an essential class to graduate, so here we are."

"Mr. Potter!" Ms. Verian exclaimed. "Glad to see you volunteer to go first!"

Harry's head snapped toward her. "First for what?"

"You are going to put your name on a slip of paper and put it in the basket," she said.

"Why?"

She rolled her eyes. "Were you paying any attention, Mr. Potter?"

"Umm.."

She sighed. "I suppose I'll say it again. For all of your first singing projects, you are going to put your names on pieces of paper and put them in this basket. You will be paired with someone else in the class. And then you will be given a celebrity, such as a singer, Youtuber, or actor. Anyone who has sang at least three songs. It doesn't have to be their own original song, just a song they have sung. Then you will be singing three of their songs in class."

Harry gaped. "We have to sing? In front of the class?"

Ms. Verian looked annoyed. "Yes, Mr. Potter. That's what this class is. Singing class."

Harry took a deep, shakey breath. It's fine. You're in this class. Obviously you would have to sing at some point. 

He slid out of his seat and walked to the front of the class, writing his name on a slip of paper and putting it in the basket. Ms. Verian smiled at him.

"Thank you. Hermione Granger?"

As Harry walked to his seat, Hermione stood from hers and walked over to the table.

"Ginny Weasley?"

"Dean Thomas?"

"Gregory Goyle?"

"Seamus Finnigan?"

"Blaise Zabini?"

"Pansy Parkinson?"

"Neville Longbottom?"

"Luna Lovegood?"

"Cho Chang?"

"Draco Malfoy?"

At that name, a chill went down Harry's spine, and a dozen memories flew around his head.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Draco screams.
"Do you even love me anymore?" Harry sobs.
Staring out the window, waiting for Draco to come back.
"I thought you were dead!" Harry yells. "You couldn't be bothered to call me?"
"I hate you!"
"Maybe I fucking will!"
Slamming doors.
Sobs heard through the walls, and ignored by the other.
"God, maybe we aren't meant for each other!"
"But I love you!"
"Why are we doing this to each other?"
"Go. Just go."
"Harry... I'm sorry... I don't love you anymore."
"Harry, I want to break up."

All these memories and more swiftly flew into Harry's head in the span of seconds, and he found himself unable to breathe.

Hermione seemed to understand what was happening, and her arm carefully reached around Harry and she stroked his hair, trying to calm him down, which worked pretty well.

Harry took a deep breath. By then Draco had sat down, and Harry refused to turn around and look at him.

"Alright!" Ms. Verian clapped her hands together. "Time for partnering!"

She shook up the basket, and stuck her hand in it.

"Alright, with the Youtuber Dodie Clark, Hermione and Cho."

Hermione and Cho smirked at each other, and Hermione stood to get the paper with their three songs on it.

"With singer Troye Sivan, Ginny and Blaise."

Ginny squealed. "Troye Sivan! YESSS!"

Blaise snorted as he got up to grab their song paper.

"With singer Halsey, Pansy and Neville."

"Who?" Pansy asked. Neville gaped at her.

"Have you seriously never heard of her?"

Pansy shook her head. "I don't listen to that kind of music."

Neville's eyebrows shot up. "Well, you start now." He got up and grabbed their song paper.

"With singer Ed Sheeran, Goyle and Ron."

The two gave each other disgusted looks, but Ron grabbed their song paper and they sat together silently.

"With singer Carrie Underwood, Seamus and Dean."

Dean grinned as his boyfriend squealed, and kissed his cheek lightly before standing to grab their sheet.

Harry's blood ran cold as he realized what the last pair would be.

"With Youtuber Thomas Sanders, Harry and Draco."

Harry's whole body stilled, and he noticed the others in their class staring at either him or Draco, who surely looked the same.

"No," Draco's quiet voice cut through. "Not with him."

Those simple words cut through Harry's heart like a knife.

"Mr. Malfoy, this is a significant amount of your grade. You will be doing this assignment, and you will be doing it with Mr. Potter."

Harry heard a huff behind him. "Fine. Go grab our paper, Potter."

If the previous words had been a knife, that word was fire, torturing him much more than a knife ever could.

Harry stood, grabbing his backpack. He marched up to the front of the classroom, ignoring Hermione's hiss of "Harry!", and snatched the paper from Ms. Verian's hand, crumpling it up into a tiny ball.

As he walked out the door of their classroom, he threw it into the trash can, and slammed the door behind him.

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Harry didn't come to class the next day. Instead, he stayed curled up in a ball on his bed, trying to block out the awful memories and thoughts.

Of course he doesn't still love you. How could he? He loathes you.

You're nothing to him. Nothing to anyone.

Why bother getting out of bed? Nobody wants to see you.

"He's cheating on you," Theodore Nott told him. "I saw him with Parvati Patil."

"Oh yeah," Zacharias agreed. "They were all over each other."

"Why don't you trust me?!" Draco screamed. "I didn't sleep with anyone! I love you!"

"Maybe I don't trust you because you tell lies like that!" Harry yelled back.

"Why the fuck would I lie about that? If I didn't love you, I wouldn't date you!" Draco yelled back.

Harry stilled. "That's it? You would just toss me away like that?"

"Harry, you know I didn't mean it like that." Draco tried to grab Harry's hand, but Harry yanked his arm away from Draco's touch.

"Then how did you mean it, Draco? You've been screwing up a lot lately! First you cheat on me, then you mess with my mind and tell me you love me, and now you're saying you would dump me, just like that."

Draco ran his fingers desperately through his hair. "I can't be here right now."

"Where would you rather be? With Parvati? Are you gonna go fuck her again?"

Draco let out a frustrated scream. "Maybe I will!"

Harry glared at him. "You're a fucked up person, you know that?"

"I didn't fucking do anything!" Draco yelled back. "God, maybe we aren't meant for each other!"

"That's your fault! You fucked up!" Harry shouted. "You're so fucked up, now I know why your old boyfriend dumped you!"

Draco spun around, a horrified and pissed look on his face. "I hate you!"

Both boys froze.

"Harry, I didn't-"

"Get out."

"Harry-"

"Go. Just go."

"Harry?" Hermione's soft voice cut through Harry's memories. "Harry, you need to come to class. You can't stay in your room forever."

"Watch me."

"Harry!" When Harry didn't respond in .3 seconds, Hermione whispered a spell, causing Harry's door to unlock, and she stepped through, grabbing his arm. "Come on."

Harry groaned. "Hermioneeeee."

"No. I know your heart is shattered into tens of thousands of tiny pieces, and I understand that the very sound of Draco Malfoy's voice makes you want to cry, but at this moment in time, I'm going to smack you if you don't go to class."

Harry rolled his eyes and sat up. "I don't like you."

"Love you too. Put on your clothes. You have ten minutes to get downstairs. I'm missing class for you, so hurry up."

Harry sighed dramatically, and did as she said. In fifteen minutes, they walked into the classroom.

Harry refused to even glance in the direction of Draco as he walked to his seat and sat down.

"Mr. Potter, nice to have you back. Ms. Granger, thank you for getting him."

Harry glared at the floor.

"Now, you will be having practice for your shows, but we don't want you hearing each other too soon, so the partnerships will have designated days with me. The rest of the days you will be expected to practice your songs on your own." 

"Cho and Hermione, you have Mondays. Seamus and Dean, Tuesdays. Ron and Goyle, Wednesdays. Draco and Harry, Thursdays.  Neville and Pansy, Fridays. Ginny and Blaise, Saturdays. Does everyone understand?"

They all nodded silently.

"Good. This Sunday will simply be a free day. Next Sunday is your first performance."

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It was Thursday, and Harry was pretty sure he knew his part of their song fairly well. It was called "Tomorrow Never Came" by Lana Del Ray, and it was a sad song, one Harry wasn't sure he could sing with Draco of all people.

Nevertheless, he was walking into the theater to meet with his teacher and ex boyfriend.

As he stepped up on stage, Ms. Verian beamed at him. "Excellent! Mr. Malfoy hasn't arrived yet, but you can practice your part for me." 

Harry nodded and swallowed. "Okay."

He took a deep breath.

"Hey, what you doin'?
 Not a lot
Shakin' and movin' at my local spot
Baby, don't ask me why, don't ask me why
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why."

He took another breath before moving onto the next part.

"Lay, Lady, lay
On the side of a paradise
In the Tropic of Cancer
'Cause if I had my way
You would always stay
And I'd be your tiny dancer, honey."

He closed his eyes, blocking out Ms. Verian as his audience.

I waited for you,.
In the spot you said to wait
In the city, on a park bench
In the middle of the pouring rain.
'Cause I adored you.
I just wanted things to be the same
You said to meet me out there tomorrow
But tomorrow never came.
Tomorrow never came."

Harry paused, not knowing if he was supposed to skip over Draco's part or stop there, but suddenly someone decided that for him.

"Hey, what you thinking?
Penny for your thoughts.
Those lights are blinking,
On that old jukebox
But don't ask me why,
Just swallow some wine.
Wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wine."

Harry's head shot up and he stared at Draco, shocked. The other boy was on the other side of the room, holding a microphone. Harry wondered where he got it from.

Draco was half-hidden by shadows on the other side of the room, while Harry was in the bright lights of the stage. And while Harry stood awkwardly in the middle of the stage, Draco leaned seductively against the doorway.

It probably wasn't meant to look seductive. 

But it did.

Draco lifted his microphone again.

"On the side of paradise,
In the Tropic of Cancer.
'Cause if I had my way,
You would always stay,
And you'd be my tiny dancer, baby."

Harry jumped slightly as he realized this was the part he came in and they sang together.

"I waited for you,
In the spot you said to wait.
In the city, on a park bench,
In the middle of the pouring rain.
'Cause I adored you.
And I just wanted things to be the same.
You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow,
But tomorrow never came.
Tomorrow never came."

Harry couldn't help but think their voices went beautifully together.

"Roses out in your country house.
We played guitar in your barn,
And every day felt like some day and I,
I wish we had stayed home."

Draco stopped, and Harry continued with his solo part.

"And I could put on the radio,
To our favorite song,
Lennon and Yoko.
We would play all day long.
Isn't life crazy, I said,
Now that I'm singing with Sean,
Whoa, oh oh."

Once again, Draco joined Harry in the singing.

"I could keep waiting for you,
In that spot we'd always wait,
In the city, on the park bench,
In the summer, on the pouring rain.
Honey, don't ignore me,
I just wanted it to be the same.
You said you'd loved me like no tomorrow,
I guess tomorrow never came."

"No, no, no," Draco sang. "Tomorrow never came."

"No, no, no," Harry countered with his part. "Tomorrow never came."

They sang the very last line together.

"No, no, no, tomorrow never came."

Ms. Verian clapped, and Harry jumped. He had forgotten she was there.

"That was absolutely beautiful!" she exclaimed. "I love how your voices sound together! It's a singer's dream to have your voices boys. Maybe we could do it one ore time?"

The moment seemed to hit both boys at the same time, and they immediately looked away from each other, touching moment lost.

"No thanks," Draco mumbled into his microphone.

"Aw, why not! That was amazing! You two are really perfect together, do you know that?" she exclaimed, her tone light.

Both boys stiffened.

Harry watched as Draco dropped his microphone, making an awful short screeching sound, before marching out the door, slamming it behind him.