Disclaimer: I own a dog and a pair of shoes. I do not own Harry Potter. Or Bring It On, the movie.
He's Macho
Opens with Marcus Flint standing in middle of Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, by himself, decked out in full Slytherin Quidditch gear. Stands around pitch filled with Slytherin fans waving flags, holding signs and cheering for Slytherin Quidditch captain.
Marcus Flint:
Mounts broom and flies around the pitch, shouts;
I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot!
Slytherin Quidditch Team:
Enter field from changing room, also decked out in Slytherin Quidditch gear;
I'm bitchin', great hair.
Walk in V formation to where Flint has taken off;
The girls all love to stare
Mount brooms and fly around pitch, following Flint's path;
I'm wanted, I'm hot. I'm everything you're not.
Team flies in strange configurations around the Quidditch pitch, fans going wild;
I'm pretty, I'm cool. I dominate this school.
Who am I? Just think. Girls wanna touch my dink.
I'm rockin', I smile. And many think I'm vile.
I'm bad ass – so much. You can look but don't you touch.
Woo. I'm major, I kick. I swear I'm not a dick.
We win with our speed. We act like we're on weed.
You hate us 'cause we're beautiful, well we don't like you either.
We're winners, we're Quidditch winners.
Roll call:
Marcus Flint:
Flies to front of team;
Call me Big Flint!
Adrian Pucey:
Flies to front of team;
P-P-P-Pucey!
Harper:
Flies to front of team;
H-H-H-Harper!
Makes loud hiss.
Montague:
Flies to front of team;
Man, its Montague!
Bletchley:
Flies to front of team;
I'm big bad Bletchley!
Vincent Crabbe:
Flies to front of team;
Just call me Crabbe!
Marcus Flint:
Flies to front of team;
I'm still … Big … Flint.
Begins series of corkscrews and turns on broom;
I sizzle, I scorch. But now I pass the torch.
The ballots are in, and one guy had to win.
He's macho, he's fun and now he's number one.
K-K-Kick it Draco! D-D-D-Draco!
Draco Malfoy:
Appears in front of audience out of nowhere;
I'm strong and I'm loud.
I'm gonna make you proud. I'm D-D-D-Draco.
Points toward audience;
Your captain, Draco.
Slytherin Quidditch Team:
Altogether moves toward audience, who are still going wild;
Let's go Snakes. We are the Snakes. The mighty, mighty Snakes. We're so stealthy, we must be Snakes.
Draco flies out in front, moving like Flint, corkscrew curls, turns, up, down. Suddenly falls off broom. Draco falling through air in slow motion. Fans in stands on feet watching. Team watching. Draco hits ground with a crunch. Audible gasp through crowd and team. Draco wakes up in dorm bed, screaming.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know, it's kind of lame, just bear with me.I know it's short, and most chapters will be. But that means I can update more frequently!
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