Drarry Oneshots 2

lemon boy

This oneshot is based off of the song "Lemon Boy" by Cavetown, which is one of my favorite songs right now. It wasn't requested by anyone so it's kind of stupid that I'm writing it because i have 74 requests and i really should be writing those instead but this is what im inspired to write right now so im sorry 

There once was a bittersweet man and they called him Lemon Boy

Harry wasn't sure what his real name was anymore. It probably started with a D, but who cared, because he was a jerk anyway.

He was sarcastic and bitter and cold. He distanced himself from everyone and played his stupid electric guitar and stared at the ceiling when they were supposed to be learning.

Harry and his friends took to calling him Lemon Boy, because he was always wearing yellow and because he was so sour.

Hermione hated yellow, because she liked blue. Blue jeans, blue headbands in her hair, blue microphone.

Ron hated yellow, because he liked orange. Orange hair, orange drumsticks, orange t-shirts with bands Harry didn't care about, which Ron claimed had the "greatest music in the world".

Neville hated yellow, because he liked green. Green eyes, green headphones, green bass guitar that his dad had paid a fortune for and the boy wasn't grateful enough for.

Dean hated yellow, because he liked purple. Purple lipstick, purple nail polish, purple keyboard.

Harry didn't hate yellow. In fact, he wished his red guitar was yellow, because yellow was his favorite color. But he shut up about it because his friends hated yellow and he loved his friends.

He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair, like a weed

"What are you doing here?" Hermione spat at the boy.

Lemon Boy grinned easily, one leg dangling off of the giant speaker he was sitting on. "Isn't it obvious? I want to join your band."

"Electric guitars have no place in our band," Ron replied sharply.

"You have no place in our band," Neville corrected, eyes narrowed at the boy and his stupid yellow electric guitar.

"I can play a different instrument. I'm pretty good at drums-" Lemon Boy started to offer with a sarcastic grin, but Harry cut him off. 

"It's not because of the instrument. It's because of you."

Lemon Boy hopped off of the speaker, smile fading as he approached Harry. "I figured you of all people would be nice to me. I haven't done anything to you."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked sharply. "'Me of all people'. I'm the same as my friends."

Lemon Boy's grin was back, just as harsh and sarcastic and all-insufferably-knowing as ever. "Sure you are, sugar."

And then he was gone.

But like weeds do, he only came back and grew again

He was back.

But he wasn't in Harry's garage with them like he had been last time. Now he was sitting on Harry's bright pink fence, with his yellow crop top and his white ripped jeans and his yellow Converse, with his stupid fucking electric guitar leaning against the fence with him.

God, Harry hated that fucking pink fence. He didn't know why his aunt had painted it that horrific color.

Harry wasn't sure why he was there. He didn't appear to be trying to join their band like he was yesterday. Instead, he was just watching them with a slight smile.