If you don't like pop, then I apologize. Just pretend they listen to your favourite type of music, and leave the ones that are meant to be negative. If you like the pop songs I find annoying, then sorry about that. Just switch them to songs you don't like.
It had been a month. A month of pure hell for Draco.

Draco Malfoy worked together with Harry as an Auror. They were complete opposites, which is why they were usually put together.

They were basically the Auror power couple, but no one mentioned it because Harry had defeated the dark Lord twice, and Draco was a Malfoy. One strong willed guy was a force to be reckoned with. Two could be a deadly combo if messed with. Most people steered clear of them at any costs.

Normally being partners wasn't too bad. Harry and Draco both did a fair share of the work, got along rather well, and had the same humour. People would leave them alone when they were together for so,e strange reason. There was also the fact that Draco liked Harry.

Recently Harry had been introducing Draco into muggle pop music. Somehow Harry had made a small radio work, and he kept in his pocket at all times. He'd play all the new songs, sometimes repeating the ones he favoured. That was perfectly fine. In Draco's opinion, Harry had a decent taste in music.

Any chance Harry could, he would bring the radio along, so they usually had some music accompanying their conversations. He was no longer allowed to bring it to field work due to the last time. Draco shivered anytime that he remembered it.

Long story short, Harry risked his life to get that thing back after chasing a dark wizard with 'dark horse' blaring loudly. That was in the past. Thank goodness.

Unfortunately, if Harry went through a bad music phase, Draco had to suffer through it as well. As had happened twice so far. This time it had started with a decent song, played so much it went bad.

At the beginning, Draco had rather enjoyed the song 'Uptown funk'. Harry had danced to it shamelessly not caring if Draco watched. When Harry asked, he had admitted he didn't mind it.

That had brought Harry to put the song on replay. Boy, Draco hated that word. Replay. That was the worst muggle word ever invented. When you truly understand the meaning, you despise the word with your soul.

Two weeks after Harry had introduced 'Uptown funk', Draco had burst into Pansy's living room and shouted, "Potter is driving me insane!"

"He has been for thirteen years," she grumbled not even looking up from her magazine.

"Listen to me Pansy! Please put the magazine away! This is very important!"

Annoyed Pansy put it down before glaring at Draco. "Have you talked to Potter about it?"

"No, and that is not an option!"

"Its always an option, you just never do it."

"Pansy this is serious!"

"Like when someone anonymously gave Potter a pygmy puff?"

"Pansy!"

She sighed. "Alright, alright. What's got your knickers in a twist this time?"

"Well you see, about three years ago-"

Knowing Draco, she knew this story could end up being a few hours long when it could just be explained in two minutes.

"Draco stop." Her demand caught him by surprise. Draco felt rather offended that she hadn't let him explain. "What is the immediate problem."

Looking down Draco pouted, "Potter keeps listening to the same song over and over and it's annoying. I don't like him right now."

Pansy paused, shocked for a second. Then she snorted in an undignified way before stumbling away laughing.

"Pansy? Pansy, where are you going? This is important!"

That made pansy laugh louder. "I'm getting-" a loud snort before she continued, "Blaise."

Two minutes later Blaise came through the floo network.

"Pansy, what in Merlin's name is so important that you had to interrupt my sleep?" Blaise had gotten a night job, and was quite irritable during the day.

Not able to respond, she pointed to Draco before laughing harder.

Blaise raised an eyebrow before looking at an annoyed Draco.

"This is serious Pansy! Quit laughing!"

"Do tell what's so serious Draco," Blaise spoke humorously. He too knew what Draco was like.

"Well you see three years-"

"No. The immediate problem Draco." Blaise stopped him from starting his rant.

Pansy was now on the floor laughing so hard there were tears slipping down her cheeks.

Sounding like a pouting child, Draco mumbled, "Potter keeps listening to the same song over and over and it's annoying."

"No, you missed," snort, "the second part!"

"I don't like him right now? Was that what made you laugh really hard?"

Blaise's jaw dropped, "Pansy didn't you make a bet with-"

Nodding Pansy gasped for air before she began laughing again after seeing Blaise's expression.

Soon Blaise joined in the laughter.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?" Draco demanded. He felt rather foolish as his friends only laughed louder because he had obviously reminded them of something.

"Pansy?" She was now wrapped into a ball holding her stomache while making sounds that sounded like squeaking.

"Blaise?" Watching as Blaise fell like a brick, while gasping for air, Draco realized he wouldn't get answers like this.

New plan.

"Hey Pansy, remember that thing you told me never to tell Blaise back in fifth year?"

Her snorts ended rather quickly once she heard that.

"I won't tell if you inform me what you're laughing about."

After being reminded, she began to giggle rather loudly.

"Ge- get," she gasped to regain her breath before continuing, "wand."

Complying he retrieved her wand before returning. Patience was definetly not Draco's strong suit. If feeling like a house elf way to get answers, then so be it.

Once the wand was returned, she used a spell to get a small vial. Then placed her wand on her forehead and pulled out a strand of blue. Then she handed the vial to Draco.

"This has the answers?"

Pansy nodded before she began to giggle.

There really was no easy way to get her to stop laughing. So he'd just let her and Blaise go until they fell asleep.

Apparation was the quickest way, so he popped on out of there.

"Hey Weasley! Wait up!" Draco watched from the side as Pansy raced to Ron's side.

"What do you want Parkinson?"

"I want to make you a bet." Pansy had easily gotten his attention with that statement.

"What kind of bet?"

"You and I have both have seen Potter and Draco getting close this past year. I'd like to make a bet on how they'll admit their feelings."

"What do you mean by 'how' Parkinson?"

"How they'll admit it to us. Like in which way. Did your brain catch that Weasley?"

His face began to turn red before he nodded.

"Its obvious they'll deny it for a while." Ron nodded in agreement. "I'd like to bet Draco will come whining to us about something Potter has done, and say something along the lines of ' I like him, but sometimes he can be a real git.' If I'm right you have to do the muggle chicken dance on a table surrounded by our colleagues."

"And if you're wrong?"

The memory because slightly distorted for a moment.

"Alright Parkinson-"

"Call me Pansy. We'll probably have to be friends for Draco and Potter's sake."

"Alright... Pansy. I'll take you on that bet. What about Harry? How do you think he'll admit it?"

Pansy opened her mouth to speak before she disappeared out of view. Everything else began to swirl away with her.

Realizing why Pansy was laughing, he became quite ashamed. Draco basically admitted he liked Harry, and Pansy had made a bet with Ron on how he would admit it. Well at least Ron would be doing the chicken dance.

Swiftly he owled Pansy to tell either tell him when it would take place, or at least send him a memory of the event. If there was no way around the embarrassing situation, he'd just act like it never happened. Also there was nothing wrong with wanting to see Ron doing the chicken dance... Was there?

..........

Draco managed to survive two more weeks of 'Uptown funk' basically on replay before he snapped.

"Potter, if you listen to that horrid song one more time, I will throw your sound projector thingy on fire!"

Harry looked hurt. "I thought you liked this song?"

"I did at first. Hearing it twice was okay. Hearing it three thousand times later and I hate it!" Draco's voice came out a lot sharper and harsher than he had meant it to.

"Sorry Draco." Harry looks like a kicked puppy before he bolted out.

At that moment, Draco felt a heavy weight settle on his chest.  He hadn't meant to be so brash. Now he had to go after Harry and apologize.

..........

"Harry wait up!" Draco was chasing Harry down an empty hall. Slightly faster than Harry, Draco caught up. Reaching out a hand to stop him Harry, he felt the fabric of his shirt before Harry took another powerful step and he lost it. With his own long stride, he easiky caught up. When his hand touched Harry's shoulder, he felt a familiar pull, and found himself in a strange setting.

Harry immediately raced in a different direction than Draco was facing. Apparently Harry hadn't noticed Draco side along apparate with him.

It was a small park. The swing set, which was the newest, was obviously outdated, and the rest seemed ancient to Draco. They creaked with every movement. With the wind, they creaked often. Nearby there was a sign that had 'Privet drive' written on it.

This was where Harry used to live. He spoke of it briefly a few times, but never went in depth about his home life.

There was a bench behind the playground, and in it sat what Draco believed to be Harry. The normally proud and tall guy sat in a ball on the edge of the bench. Draco had never seen Harry so vulnerable.

Unsure of what to do, Draco looked around to see if there was anything to help him decide. There wasn't. In the end he decided to just talk to him. That was Pansy's advice anytime he mentioned Harry. Perhaps he'd listen to it... Just this once.

Draco carefully stepped closer trying not to startle Harry. Deeply entranced in his thoughts, Harry didn't even notice as Draco sat on the ground in front of him.

"Harry?"

Harry fell off the bench.

"Harry, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Getting pulled up by Draco, Harry looked at whoever had just seen him like this. This was when Draco noticed Harry was crying. There was a glimmer of liquid trailing down his cheek, and his bottom lip was quivering.

Harry wasn't sure if he was relieved, or horrified that it was Draco. His partner had most likely side along apparated with him, while he was too caught up in his emotions to notice.

"Just let it out Harry. Just let it out," the words were soft and comforting. This was the closest Harry had gotten to feeling truly safe in a long time. Somehow that strange feeling caused the floodgates to open, and tears became sobs. He hadn't cried since Sirius had died, and he had a lot of pent up emotions.

Draco held him tightly in his arms. They each lost track of time, and stayed together until the sun was nearly gone.

Sniffles were signaling the end, and Draco thought it time to ask, "Harry, I hadn't meant to be so rude. I liked the song, but after you played it so much, it got annoying. I'm sorry about that."

The black mop of curls nodded.

"It- it's not really what did it," after saying that, Harry looked up. At some point Draco had lifted Harry onto the bench. Now he was in a ball, being hugged by Draco and seated on his lap. (Still able to see each other eye to eye.

Draco raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue.

Sighing, he begun again, "I tend to keep everything in. I know it's not healthy, Hermione has ranted on the health benefits of letting it out, but... it's hard. I was having a bad day which definitely didn't help," Harry looked at his lap. "The reason I played that song so much was because I thought it made you happier."

"Harry," Draco tilted Harry's chin up. There was so much emotion showing in his eyes. "Being around you makes me happy."

A slight smile fell on Harry's face that nearly broke Draco's heart. He looked so broken right now.

"Thank you Draco."

"Hey Harry, do you mind if I apparate us back to my appartment? We could watch a movie."

Harry fake gasped, attempting to regain his usual fun loving mask. "You, the muggle hating pureblood... wants to watch... a movie? Never thought I'd see the day! But I would love that."

........

That night, they just watched movies. A week later they were dating. There were of course challenges, but they got through them. Together.

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