Do you hear that love, they're playing our song.
Haha, hej gay historia. Men den är söt så det gör inget. :3
Låten som är med är All About Us med He Is We.
"This ring is made of gold, the most precious metal, just as you are the most precious in my life. It has no beginning and no ending, just as my love for you. By giving it to you, I give you what's left of my heart."
"Draco, with this ring, I ask for the right to love you as long as I breathe. When you ever doubt yourself, think of what it symbolises; me and how much I love you. "
"With those words, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom." Harry met Dracos gray eyes with a small smile on his face. He carefully stroke away the tears from the blondes face before he leant in and gently pressed their lips together. Applause broke out as the two seperated, arms around eachother. A white dancefloor was appering beneath them and people were moving to make room for the neewly weds.
"Harry." Harry looked up as he heard Hermiones voice from the stage. She had one of her hands on the slightly visible baby bum that was beginning to grow.
"I know that me and Ron wasn't the most supportive to your relationship at first. I can't speak for him, but I know that I shouldn't have been so prejudging. All of us have made mistakes in our past, and I should have trusted your judgement. I've never seen you as happy as you are around Draco. I know he's good for you in that way that neither me or Ron could ever be. Draco, welcome to the family." The lights went down as the music started. Harry turned to Draco with a smile on his face.
"May I?" Draco nodded and took his outstreached hand, following him out to the middle of the dancefloor. With their arms around eachother they began swaying in time with the music.
Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance.
I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down.
Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet.
Give it a try, it'll be alright.
The room's hush, hush,
And now's our moment.
Take it in feel it all and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We're doing this right.
Harry spun the smiling Draco around, before replacing his hands around his husbands waist. Hermiones voice fitted the song perfectly and Draco had to look away to not start crying again.
Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's oh, oh, all,
About uh, uh, us.
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt but,
It's oh, oh, all about us.
Ron made his way to the stage, taking Hermiones hand as he began to sing.
Suddenly, I'm feeling brave.
Don't know what's got into me,
Why I feel this way.
Can we dance, real slow?
Can I hold you, real close?
Harry was amazed. In all the years they'd known eachother, he had never heard his best friend sing. At least not seriously.
The room's hush, hush,
And now's our moment.
Take it in feel it all and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We're doing this right.
Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's oh, oh, all,
About uh, uh, us.
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt but,
It's oh, oh, all about us.
The harmony of their voices were to much for Draco to handle. With the man he loved and got to spend his life with next to him, the lyrics of the song and the fact that they had made it he couldn't hold in the tears anymore.
"I love you." he said, meeting Harrys gaze.
"I love you too, more than anything."
Do you hear that love?
They're playing our song.
Do you think we're ready?
Oh I'm really feeling it.
Do you hear that love?
Do you hear that love?
"I would say that this is our song by now." Draco just nodded, not being able to get a single word out.
Lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's all, all, all, all.
Every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt,
But it's all about us.
Harry stroke a strand of the whiteblond hair out of Dracos face, dragging him even closer before leaning in and letting their lips touch. Draco entangled his hands in the black mess that was his lions hair, losing himself in the feeling.
Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's oh, oh.
(hey-ey hey)
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt but,
It's oh, oh, all, It's all about us.
Låten som är med är All About Us med He Is We.
"This ring is made of gold, the most precious metal, just as you are the most precious in my life. It has no beginning and no ending, just as my love for you. By giving it to you, I give you what's left of my heart."
"Draco, with this ring, I ask for the right to love you as long as I breathe. When you ever doubt yourself, think of what it symbolises; me and how much I love you. "
"With those words, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom." Harry met Dracos gray eyes with a small smile on his face. He carefully stroke away the tears from the blondes face before he leant in and gently pressed their lips together. Applause broke out as the two seperated, arms around eachother. A white dancefloor was appering beneath them and people were moving to make room for the neewly weds.
"Harry." Harry looked up as he heard Hermiones voice from the stage. She had one of her hands on the slightly visible baby bum that was beginning to grow.
"I know that me and Ron wasn't the most supportive to your relationship at first. I can't speak for him, but I know that I shouldn't have been so prejudging. All of us have made mistakes in our past, and I should have trusted your judgement. I've never seen you as happy as you are around Draco. I know he's good for you in that way that neither me or Ron could ever be. Draco, welcome to the family." The lights went down as the music started. Harry turned to Draco with a smile on his face.
"May I?" Draco nodded and took his outstreached hand, following him out to the middle of the dancefloor. With their arms around eachother they began swaying in time with the music.
Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance.
I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down.
Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet.
Give it a try, it'll be alright.
The room's hush, hush,
And now's our moment.
Take it in feel it all and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We're doing this right.
Harry spun the smiling Draco around, before replacing his hands around his husbands waist. Hermiones voice fitted the song perfectly and Draco had to look away to not start crying again.
Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's oh, oh, all,
About uh, uh, us.
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt but,
It's oh, oh, all about us.
Ron made his way to the stage, taking Hermiones hand as he began to sing.
Suddenly, I'm feeling brave.
Don't know what's got into me,
Why I feel this way.
Can we dance, real slow?
Can I hold you, real close?
Harry was amazed. In all the years they'd known eachother, he had never heard his best friend sing. At least not seriously.
The room's hush, hush,
And now's our moment.
Take it in feel it all and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We're doing this right.
Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's oh, oh, all,
About uh, uh, us.
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt but,
It's oh, oh, all about us.
The harmony of their voices were to much for Draco to handle. With the man he loved and got to spend his life with next to him, the lyrics of the song and the fact that they had made it he couldn't hold in the tears anymore.
"I love you." he said, meeting Harrys gaze.
"I love you too, more than anything."
Do you hear that love?
They're playing our song.
Do you think we're ready?
Oh I'm really feeling it.
Do you hear that love?
Do you hear that love?
"I would say that this is our song by now." Draco just nodded, not being able to get a single word out.
Lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's all, all, all, all.
Every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt,
But it's all about us.
Harry stroke a strand of the whiteblond hair out of Dracos face, dragging him even closer before leaning in and letting their lips touch. Draco entangled his hands in the black mess that was his lions hair, losing himself in the feeling.
Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it's all about us.
It's oh, oh.
(hey-ey hey)
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I've never felt but,
It's oh, oh, all, It's all about us.
With every Breath you Take
Åh vad jag är duktig på att uppdatera! *ironi ftw*
Men jag är nere i feeetaste skrivsvackan, så blir det när man mår cpdåligt. Bara därför kommer en ful novell/oneshot-sak. Den är lika cheesy som en bit mozarella, och på engelska. Min engelska suger. Men skitsamma.
Harry supressed a yawn and dragged his finger trought his hair, took a sup from the glass of orangejuice that was standing in front of him. Hermione och Ron was having an argument about wheter Ron had wrote his poisons-essay or not.
"Ron! Snape will give you detention for a month if you don't hand it in in time!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"It's still a week before deadline, I'll make it." he said and shoveld his mouth full with bacon. Hermione shook her head, looked around in the Great Hall.
"Guys, Malfoy isn't here." she said, quite surprised. Harry looked towards the Slytherintable. It was true, the blonde was nowhere to be seen. Ron shrugged.
"Who cares about that git anyway?" he muttered. Harry turned forwards again, wrinkled he's eyebrows. Why weren't Malfoy there? He couldn't be ill, could he?
"Oh, look. The mail is here!" Hermione said, making Harry look up. Hundreds of owls were flying down from the roofs, dropping letters and packages along the tables. Harry weren't expecting any letter, since he's last letterwriter died a couple of months before. So when a big, brown owl was landing in front of him with it's right leg towards Harry, he could only stare. It took a couple of moments before he's mind was working again, and he streched out and took the letter. Hermione was engulfed by the Daily Prophet and Ron by a letter from his mother, so Harry turned and opened the letter. The writing was shaky, but still graceful, and the ink was smoothed at some spots, as if tears had dropped down on the parchment. Harry read the letter, becoming paler for every word.
"Harry.
I'm sorry. For everything. Every ord I've said, every spell I've casted towards you.
I understand if you hate me, but please don't. I already do. You have no idea how much courage I had to get to be able to write this, how many time I've been re-writing it. I've lost the count.
But Harry, I love you. More than anything. Your smile that makes my heart beat twice as fast. Your eyes, everytime you look at me as if you know something. Your hair, everytime you drag your hands trough it. Your lips, your skin, everything about you makes me completely numb. And yet I'm able to insult you. Oh, how I regret it. You're the reason I've been living for so long, the one that makes me breathing. But I just can't take this anymore. Not being able to be myself, always stuck up as a idiotic brat. Knowing that you'll never see me as the one I really am. So I've decided to end this. If I only had your braveness, then maybe I could let go of that mask I've been hiding behind, let go of all that Slytherin-pride. But instead, I've chosen to let go of the pain. I'm such a coward. I know I'll be gone when you read this, but I need you to know.
Once again, I love you.
Yours in the end
Draco Malfoy
P.S. Tell Granger and Weasley I'm sorry."
Harry slowly shook his head, burying his head in his hands.
"Harry? What is it?" Hermione asked concerned. Harry handed the letter to her, trying to stop himself for crying. A moment of silence, until Hermione spoke.
"Oh, Harry... I'm.. I.. I just don't know what to say.." she whispered.
"And all this time, he loved me back. I'm such a moron." said the-boy-who-lost-his-love.
Harry supressed a yawn and dragged his finger trought his hair, took a sup from the glass of orangejuice that was standing in front of him. Hermione och Ron was hawing an argument about wheter Ron had wrote his poisons-essay or not.
"Ron! Snape will give you detention for a month if you don't hand it in in time!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"It's still a week before deadline, I'll make it." he said and shoveld his mouth full with bacon. Hermione shook her head, looked around in the Great Hall.
"Guys, Malfoy isn't here." she said, quite surprised. Harry looked towards the Slytherintable .It was true, the blonde was nowhere to be seen. Ron shrugged.
"Who cares about that git anyway?" he muttered. Harry turned forwards again, wrinkled he's eyebrows. Why weren't Malfoy there? He couldn't be ill, could he?
"Oh, look. The mail is here!" Hermione said, making Harry look up. Hundreds of owls were flying down from the roofs, dropping letters and packages along the tables. Harry weren't expecting any letter, since he's last letterwriter died a couple of months before. So when a big, brown owl was landing in front of him with it's right leg towards Harry, he could only stare. It took a couple of moments before he's mind was working again, and he streched out and took the letter. Hermione was engulfed by the Daily Prophet and Ron by a letter from he's mother, so Harry turned and opened the letter. The writing was shaky, but still graceful, and the ink was smoothed at some spots, as if tears had dropped down on the parchment. Harry read the letter, becoming paler for every word.
"Harry.
I'm sorry. For everything. Every ord I've said, every spell I've casted towards you.
I understand if you hate me, but please don't. I already do. You have no idea how much courage I had to get to be able to write this, how many time I've been re-writing it. I've lost the count.
But Harry, I love you. More than anything. Your smile that makes my heart beat twice as fast. Your eyes, everytime you look at me as if you know something. Your hair, everytime you drag your hands trought it. Your lips, your skin, everything about you makes me completely numb. And yet I'm able to insult you. Oh, how I regret it. You're the reason I've been living for so long, the one that makes me breathing. But I just can't take this anymore. Not being able to be myself, always stuck up as a idiotic brat. Knowing that you'll never see me as the one I really am. So I've decided to end this. If I only had your braveness, then maybe I could let go of that mask I've been hiding behind, let go of all that Slytherin-pride. But instead, I've chosen to let go of the pain. I'm such a coward. I know I'll be gone when you read this, but I need you to know.
Once again, I love you.
Yours in the end
Draco Malfoy
P.S. Tell Granger and Weasley I'm sorry."
Harry slowly shook his head, burying his head in his hands.
"Harry? What is it?" Hermione asked concerned. Harry handed the letter to her, trying to stop himself for crying. A moment of silence, until Hermione spoke.
"Oh, Harry... I'm.. I.. I just don't know what to say.." she whispered.
"And all this time, he loved me back. I'm such a moron." said the-boy-who-lost-his-love.
