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Everything Has Changed	By : arritaise Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do no own the Harry Potter series. It belongs to its creator and various publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Song And lyrics belong to taylor swift

Chapter List
- 1-Everything Has Changed
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Draco Malfoy clutched the microphone in his hand tightly to his chest, as he valiantly fought the urge to shove it down his relatively new friend’s throat. He slowly loosened his grip as the unaware boy continued to prattle on completely oblivious to the danger he was in.
“Yes Blaise, I am fully aware that this is a horrid horrid idea” he drawled between clenched teach as he inwardly intoned the reasons why killing his new and ONLY friend at Hogwarts.
“But I haven’t much of a choice do I” he continued mostly to himself as he pushed a lock of blonde hair from his face.” The olive skinned boy pushed himself from the wall in an unfairly gracefull movement, as he twisted his rather glorious features in an expression of contempt.
‘But it’s so…Gryffindor!” the last word was spat out as if poison. Draco rolled his eyes and peeked around the shimmery curtain again which was as it turned out a bad idea. His stomach gave an Olympian leap of excitement, anxiety and jealousy that left him feeling decidedly nauseous. He quickly spun back, but it seemed his face had given him away for Blaise was wearing a very knowing smirk.
“Oh he’s here is he?”
Draco decided not to dignify it with an answer seeing as it was more statement than question and focused on calming his breathing and the enraged vela that insisted that he march into the great hall, remove the bushy haired bint’s arm then strategically place it right up her holier than thou ass. Blaise snorted and he viciously beat the urge into submission with the thought that she was not interested in Ronald was anything more than a brother and she had indeed helped him plan this little… Draco paused in the act of mangling his more murderous indicts to ponder this. What exactly would one call his grand scheme, he knew what his father would say for sure. Could almost hear it word for word in his head. The words mud-blood, blood traitor and a few other nasty came directly to mind. Nut he quelled them with a smirk and the thought of his father rotting away in Azkaban. Those weren’t his words, never had been and never will be he thought triumphantly. He peeped around the curtain again actively tuning out the dark haired boy as he listed why performing in a Gryffindor planned karaoke concert to woo his very Gryffindor very Weasly mate was a bad idea. Draco smiled as he caught site of the boy, well man his very haughty vela corrected with a preen, for there was nothing boyish about Ronald Weasley, mostly because of his size the other was the almost tangible sense of confidence and kindness he carried with him, his eyes held a darkness behind the shimmering translucent blue that spoke of darkness both seen and dealt. Draco sighed oh his Ronald was all man.
“Sit down ya frickin giant, us normal people can’t see the stage!”
He smothered the laugh that threatened to bubble out at the sight of an equally flame haired but exponentially smaller witch glaring up at the large man. He almost understood why his father always referred to them as he did, but in an opposing was. The Weasleys with the addition of the famed boy-who-lived and Hermione Granger were a loud bunch. Loud, welcoming, open, the antitheist of everything it meant to be a Malfoy. Even what had seemed to be a long and grueling war which had lead to the death of several of their own had not seemed to dim the light they carried, if anything, they were bolstered victorious, sorrowful but victorious. They were also everything Draco goad ever wanted in a family. He had grown up in France, where his mother had taken him, just after his eleventh birthday when he had shown signs of the vela gene. There he had grown up, as any vela submissive of his standing would, in a hidden jewel of a village surrounded by luxury and everything his spoilt little heart could ever desire.
Completely unaware of the war that raged on the outside. He had learned how to be the perfect submissive, to woo and serve and please his dominant. But not what to do if your dominant flatly refused you on the basis of your last name. The blonde snorted to himself. Refused the larger boy had just about thrown him from the bloody train he’d been so furious, and all because of his father. No doubt about it, he had been on the wrong side of the war.
“And now it’s getting in my way.” He muttered rather put out.
But then the lights dimmed and he straightened his back. While not a Malfoy of his father’s liking, he was one nonetheless and Malfoys always got what they wanted. Draco Malfoy wanted, no needed Ronald Weasley and he was going to get him. He peeked out once again and by some twitch of fate their eyes met, his lips tilted up in an automatic smile, which the boy returned before catching himself and glaring. He sighed the boy wanted him, oh that he knew he could feel it, smell it, damn it every one with eyes could see it every time the looked up at u. The dunderheaded git was just caught up and by what. His name, who his father was, same precomposed notion of who Draco Malfoy would be, not who he was and he was damned if he wasn’t going to blow that notion to bits. He smirked victoriously as the Mc who turned out to be none other than Hermione who was firmly planted in his corner, thank you very much, announced the start of their victory celebration, which all of and a several not of Hogwarts had attended. The celebration had been the golden trio; as Blaise oh so fondly referred to them, idea/ Draco thought it was Granger’s. Ronald seemed to just say yes to whatever he said and the potter kid was just too happy to be alive. N it had started out as a mostly Gryffindor party but had soon spread to involve the whole school, some interhouse unity or some rot. Draco was not interested, the game had started and he was up to bat. He barely controlled the shriek that traveled up his throat as a hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder.
“Still time to back out.” Blaise invited
. He shook his head and bolstered himself with the memory of Ron’s arms around him for the brief time they had met on the train, the look in his eyes, one of instant want and confusion. The way the smell of cinnamon had tickled his nose as the larger boy had used his body to prevent Draco’s fall. He glanced at Hermione and she nodded, she had assured him this would work, for you see Ronald man’s man that he was had a secret musical affair with one muggle artist Taylor Swift, which the vela would now use for his own gain. His name filtered into his thoughts and he drew in one last steeling breath and use the deathly silence that ensued to both scrounge up some balls and make his entrance.
The magical spotlight immediately swung to him and the Malfoy smirk slid easily in place to cover his nerves. His eyes scanned the crowd as the instruments started, his breathy left in in a gasp as their eyes met and his nerve s floated away, replaced by a confidence a knowing. Ronald Weasley was his. He smiled and put everything into the words that came out of his mouth for his very life depended on them
(Draco)
All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now,

know something now

I didn't before

And all I've seen

since 18 hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel right

Ron tried to catch his breath as it left him in a rush and failed, he ended up making a dreadful wheezing sound that seemed to have caught Harry’s attention if the shit eating grin he bore meant anything.
“That my friend is a fine piece of arse.” He leaned close and whispered and Ron altogether forget about breathing as he wrestled a newer urge. One that demanded his best friends his brother by al blood’s head on a pike. He took one look at the lecherous grin on hoes face and amended, no his dick. Make it all their dicks he thought as he glanced around the great hall and a few eh.. um girl parts as well. He growled lowly completely unaware of the sound as it passed it lips, a few more aware student backed away and continued their ogling at a safe distance. It’s not like Draco was doing anything sexual, he thought as he glanced up at the stage to meet pleading silver eyes. That bore into his soul. He frowned as he noticed the boy’s expression. He seemed scared, nervous. Someone grabbed his hand and shoved something cold and metallic into it. Ron ooked down and frowned at the mic then at Harry. It was then he recognized the song that Draco was singing hopefully to him and he blushed from the tips of his ears to his toes. He cringed as he felt the warmth travel his body, but his feet were already moving and Harry, bless his wonderful heart was right beside him
. “He loves you Ron. He needs you. He is not his father.” He stepped onto the stage and Draco turned to him, it was right there that Ron Fell in love as The blonde boy looked up at him with a smile that could’ve rivalled stars.
(draco)
.I just want to know you better know

you better know

you better now

I just want to know you better know

you better know you better now

So he took a deep breath and stepped forward.
(Both)

I just want to know you better know

you better know

you better now

I just want to know you

know you

know you
His heart lightened as the Blonde boy did too.
[Both]
Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name,

everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

is everything has changed

Ron Ignored the cat calls and hoots that rose as he stepped even closer lifting his hand to gently brush his knuckles across Draco’s cheek. The touch sending sparks down his spine. Without his permission his hand turned cupping the boys head and bringing him closer.
(Ron)
And all my walls stood tall,

painted blue

But I'll take 'em down,

take 'em down

and open up the door for you

. Draco closed his eyes leaning to the touch his body swaying closer
(Draco)
And all I feel in my stomach

is butterflies the beautiful kind

Making up for lost time,

taking flight,

making me feel right

A soft smile curled his lips as he sung the words looking for all the world as if he was remembering said butterflies. Ron supposed he was. He could recall a similar feeling flooding his stomach as they had run into each other on the train.
[Both]
I just want to know you better know

you better know

you better now

I just want to know you better know

you better know

you better now

I just want to know you better know

you better know

you better now

I just want to know you

know you

know you

Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name,

everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

is everything has changed

Ron’s fingers tightened slightly in Draco’s hair as raw want rushed through him. Not just lust but a soul deep need for the boy in front of him. A need that permanently engraved Draco into his soul, like ancient drawings on a cave a wall.
(both)
Come back and tell me why

I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it's not all in my mind

The smaller boys hand drifted to his face and his silver eyes communicated their understanding, it was if his smile spoke. Now you understand it said, now you feel it.
(Draco)
I just want to know you better know

you better know

you better now

I just want to know you

know you

know you

The boy’s hand slid to his back and pulled him closer as if to emphasize his words.
[Both]
Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name,

everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

is everything has changed

Ron smiled in agreement to the words as Draco’s heat, his smell, his essence seemed to flow into him at every part of contact as if, like those ancient drawings, he was sure this too would last all tests of time. They were forever.
(Draco)
All I know is we said hello

So dust off your highest hopes

All I know is pouring rain

And everything has changed

All I know is a newfound grace

All my days,

I'll know your face

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

And as Draco crooned out the final lines of the song Ronald couldn’t help but laugh in agreement. Truer words had never been spoken.
Lyrics: 'Everything has Changed' by Taylor Swift
This first try and unbetad as you can see but i tried my best. Revivews are verry verry welcome. Critiscim, if constructive. thanxs for readind xoxo. so many apologies fotr that clusterpot of a first post. first time and all. bad technology.
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