Hilo bois

"Boi" is gender neutral, right?

Anyway, I decided to give Harry some actual personality - aka listen to more than just Crown The Empire - which leads me to this chapter.

Song is Happy Song by Bring Me The Horizon.

P.S. I'm getting exponentially less reads T.T
I swear, FangirlHime is my only loyal supporter (but she does have the Hufflepuff crest as her pfp so idk)

Happy reading!

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It's Potter Night tonight.

Blaise had gone to meet with Potter in their usual room last week, but he wasn't there. The dark-skinned Slytherin could only assume that Harry was off participating in unhealthy activities to release stress, or something similar.

He has decided to go this week just in case the idiot probable-insomniac decides to show up this time.

Blaise's Slytherin yearmates know that this is the night he sneaks off to hang out with Potter, but most of them have stopped talking to him by this point anyway.

Although the coldness his house is showing him hurts, in the way it would if one's family shunned them, he would rather know that Harry is safe and happy.

As he exits the common room and begins heading towards "Harry's" classroom, he sees a certain raven-haired boy heading towards the room, seeming to be coming back from the toilet. Blaise reaches the can-filled room just after Harry enters it and shuts the door.

Deciding that he wants to scare the shit out of his acquaintance - no, friend, Harry's adamant that they're friends - he slams the door to the classroom open as violently as possible. He's rewarded with a shriek and a wand pointed directly at his face.

"Good evening, Harry." Blaise greets the raven-haired teen calmly, acting like he didn't just give his acqu- friend- a heart attack. "What's your set for tonight?" He continues before Harry can get a word in, knowing that it's the perfect way to distract Bellatrix Lestrange 2: Electric Boogaloo from throwing hands.

Said green-eyed yearmate lights up with excitement, completely forgetting his anger - just as Blaise  suspected.

"Haha, of course I do!" The boy laughs, "What do you take me for, a disorganized person?"

Blaise's lip twitches, attempting to form a smirk. "When did I say anything about you being disorganized? It was a genuine question, idiot."

Blaise lets the smirk take over his face, giving himself a cocky expression.

Harry mock glares at him, but can't hold the expression for long before he starts giggling. "Whatever you say, Mr. Tall."
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Only after Harry finishes setting up his guitar, speaker, and amp does the teen reveal the night's performance.

"I'm trying out a song by a different band, and I can't wait to play it!" He says cryptically.

Blaise just shakes his head in amusement as the song starts playing.

"S-P-I-R-I-T. Spirit, let's hear it. S-P-I-R-I-T. Spirit, let's hear it. Let's go!"

(As the music continues, the dark-skinned Slytherin secretly hopes that Harry chooses to sing again.)

"I've had enough. There's a voice in my head, says I'm better off dead. But if I SING ALONG, a little fucking louder, to a HAPPY SONG, I'll be alright."

This song is almost sarcastic in nature, Blaise thinks, considering that it's about feeling depressed and hopeless, and yet it's literally called "Happy Song".

"Every now and again we get a feeling, and a great big void inside us opens up. And I really wish that you could help, but my head is like a carousel, and I'm going 'round in circles, going 'round in circles."

The song progresses, heading towards what Blaise knows by now as the climax of any alternative music that Harry plays. He notices that he's been head-nodding for most of the song and wonders how much Harry is rubbing off on him.

"The world has coalesced into one giant mess of hate and unrest, so let's all SING ALONG, a little goddamn louder, to a HAPPY SONG, and pretend it's all okay!"

The beat picks up quickly, and Blaise sees Harry playing more vigorously to match.

"And I'll sing along... and I'll sing along... a little fucking LOUDER! A LITTLE FUCKING LOUDER! Now don't you feel SO MUCH BETTER?"

Harry finishes playing, with sweat drops winding down his face and a bit of his bangs sticking to his forehead.

(Why, of all things, is this what Blaise notices when looking at his friend?)

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Why, of all things, am I writing this out like it's a set up for a Blaise/Harry romance?

I wasn't planning to, I swear

It just be like this sometimes

(I guess this'll just end up being a trashy romance)

(For fuck's sake why am I like this)

Sending trash vibes for the meme