Music is the Key to my Soul ( Drarry Secret Santa Gift 2)
Music is the Key to my Soul
I’m fine, I have to be. That’s what ran through Draco’s head every morning, and every second of every day. It didn’t matter what happened, he was fine. It was with that mentality that he went to his last class of the day. It wasn’t that Draco didn’t like his classes or his school. It was just that he hated the amount of people and boredom that filled his ‘luxurious’ private boarding school. If it were up to Draco, he would go to a normal public high school taught by normal teachers and have normal grades with normal classes, not mention have normal friends who did normal things. But nothing in Draco’s life was ever decided by him so he was used to it. Instead, he went to a very prestigious school with very sophisticated teachers, and wealthy snobs for classmates, with the weirdest, most advanced classes on the face of the earth, topping it all off with the best grades. Yes, Draco was the best student to ever grace the halls of The Mattiazzi Academy of the Elite Gifted and Talented, or so his teachers said. Because sure Draco had perfect grades, and sure he was in almost every club offered, and sure all of his classes were advanced, and yeah he volunteered most of his time, and he became a model for everyone else, and of course, he did all of these wonderful things. But that didn’t mean he liked it, or even notice it until that fateful competition.
It was in the middle of January 28th when the school was notified of the competition and mere hours later that Draco was taking his free period to practice. It wasn’t that he wanted to exactly, it was just that he had to, knowing that his parents would find out soon. It would make them satisfied to know that he could do things on his own. For his first piece, he was going to play Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 15 in b-flat major obviously on the piano, for his second piece he would play the Bartók Viola Concerto on his viola, and he still had to decide on his third piece. The only reason Draco knew what he was going to do, was because he wasn’t an indecisive person, unlike his best friend Blaise Zabini. Blaise would also be performing along with their other friends Pansy, Theodore, Daphne, and Astoria. Only about 5 or 6 other classmates of theirs would be performing though.
“I am extremely sorry Blaise, but please pass on the word. I will not be able to hang out until this competition ends. I really am truly sorry. I just- my parents will be really mad if I stop practicing. Don’t roll your eyes at me, don’t you remember what happened last time I lost a competition? Exactly,” Draco started to his best friend apologetically. It wasn’t his fault that his parents had such high expectations. Draco truly did hate blowing off his friends like this. Blaise just rolled his eyes, huffed quietly and walked away, his tailored uniform sweeping behind him. Leaving Draco alone in the dull, grey hall.
Frowning heavily, Draco walked back to his dorm in silence. Draco’s dorm was different than all of the rest. It had a king sized bed against the back wall that was covered in forest green bedding that had really pretty designs in a pretty pastel purple. His walls were the same purple color with tons of different band posters covering them. Next, to his bed, he had a white wooden nightstand. In the far left corner of the room stood his white desk with his dark brown closet next to it. His desk was covered in papers, books, and makeup. While his closet was full of very expensive, custom-made, clothes and his electric guitar. And lastly in the far right corner was his bookshelf and waste basket. Setting his school bag down, Draco sat on his bed and pulled out his phone, flipping to his camera. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out four items, a lip ring, and an eyebrow ring, and two earrings. He carefully put them in and grabbed his electric guitar. Setting it up, he softly strummed a couple chords before he had an epiphany, he suddenly knew what he was going to do for his third performance.
However, what Draco didn’t know was that a lonely public schoolboy by the name of Harry Potter would change his world upside down and help him do the things he wanted to. Little did he know that he would finally be able to free himself from the negativity and become the happy carefree person he wanted to be.
Finally, after months and months of waiting, and practicing, and getting better, as well as lying, scheming, and doing all sorts of other devious, no good things, Draco was ready for the competition. The competition was also ready for him, or so the judges thought. It was after the first round that Draco and Harry met. It started out with Harry calling 5 SOS, one of Draco’s favorite bands, trash. Then it escalated into a heated debate about the different types of music genres and bands. You see they both had very different tastes in music. Harry preferred pop, country, rap, hip=hop, R&B, and classical, whereas Draco preferred anything punk, rock, metal, indies, contemporary, jazz, and blues. The only thing they had in common was Broadway musicals. But even then they fought over which musical they thought was the best.
This debate, however, caused them both to do pretty poorly in the second round. Draco had made a whopping 3 mistakes, and Harry made 6. Blaming each other, they got into another argument. Which led to Draco’s parents being called out to ease the tension. And that did nothing but fuel it even more. In the end, Draco left, muttering about preparing for the third round. Leaving his outfit in a sports bag, Draco snuck out of the changing room and into the announcer’s box. Silently, and quickly, he changed the name of his performance and left. He then set up the different lights he needed, all without being caught. Waiting until there were only two people in front of him, Draco finally changed into his last outfit, and put his makeup on, whispering to the stage crew to dim the lights right before he went out.
He went out in a black leather leotard with silver pointe shoes, his black leather jacket, and his electric guitar. He basically looked like an emo ballerina. He started his song with a strong riff and continued on letting the music capture his emotion. He didn’t even think once about where his feet went, they just did. He looked so graceful yet so hardcore the judges were astounded. Never had they seen such kind of talent before. But as his song ended it became more of a classical tune, soft, and sweet, before picking up again, only to end. And for that performance, and for the first time in his life, Draco received a standing ovation.
But when he exited the stage he was met with the sight of two angry faces, his mom, and dad. But before he could get a word in his dad opened his mouth, “ Young man, I am so disgusted with you! How dare you embarrass me out there in front of a crowd in a public place for that matter!?! You are a no good, useless little brat who doesn’t know when to stop! I paid all of this money for you, I give you food and a house. I gave you the clothes on your back, I treated you as my son, like I should, and this is how you repay me? By going out there, dressed like a fag, and playing that garbage? Just wait until you get home, you’ll wish you were never born!” This honestly didn’t phase Draco, not one bit as he was used to it. But it was very concerning to Harry, who had heard the yelling and had come to investigate. Just as he was about to leave, Draco spoke up.
“You don’t think I already wish I wasn’t born? You don’t think that I know that the only reason I’m here is because of you? Well, guess what? REality check, I already knew that. I also already knew how much of a screw up I am! You ingrained that into me, literally. And about when we get home, what exactly are you going to do to me old man? I’ve seen it all, so there isn’t anything new that you can do. Besides, if you kill me you’ll be doing me a favor since I’d rather be dead than here with you. Also, what exactly are you going to do, put me in the hospital again? Also, don’t you ever dare use that vile word around me again. I am gay and proud. There’s nothing you can do about it, nor is there anything wrong with it. I am a human as well, and if you can’t see that then you are blind, and don’t deserve to be my father!” By the end, Draco had tears streaming down his face, which prevented him from noticing the hand that came to strike him with a mighty blow. Thankfully, Harry got there just in time, saving Draco from a terrible slap. Growling slightly, the Malfoy patriarch demanded that the teen remove his and go run along. Harry, being the stubborn person he is obviously refused.
This led to him getting into a fight with the elder Malfoy male. It didn’t go on long before the stage crew called for places for the awards. Thanking Harry, and quickly resolving the tension and hate between the two, Draco fixed himself up and got ready for the announcements. Happily, Draco wound up in first place with Harry as number two. And it was only after this that the two boys became friends, and exchanging numbers.
Months later, and the boys were dating since they lived across town from each other. Both of their parents’ disliked their relationship, however, there was nothing they could do about it. The two boys were madly in love, and they had matching tattoos, as well as matching necklaces to prove it. Draco had a key that said, ‘Music is…’ while Harry had a heart that said, ‘the key to my soul.’
