U and Ur Hand
Check it out
going out
on the late night
looking tight
Feeling nice
it's a cock fight
Chapter One: 10:00 P.M.
Harry sat at the bar, watching Ron and Hermione dance the night away. Madam Rosemerta's Dance Club opened up last weekend in Hogsmede, and they had finally gotten fake IDs to get in. Fred and George came through after all.
I can tell
I just know
that it's going down
Tonight
At the door we don't wait cause we know them
at the bar six shots just beginning
"You look lonely," Madam Rosemerta said from behind the bar, her chocolate brown eyes staring down at him. Harry threw back a shot, stared up at her, and chuckled.
"Well, maybe if my friends hadn't have gotten together, maybe I wouldn't. But instead of them following my wishes, they're practically shagging on the dance floor," Harry said, bitterly.
Madam Rosemerta slid a drink down the bar, it being quickly caught by its would-be consumer. "You want my advice Harry? Let them have their fun. They don't need to be all mopey just because you are. 'kay?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose you're right. Besides, I'm probably better off alone. Thanks for the advice."
That's when dick head put his hands on me
but you see
Harry got off the bar stool, and walked towards the door, only to have a pair of arms drag him to the dance floor. "Excuse me, what the hell are you doing?" Harry said, and then looked up at the owner of the arms.
I'm not here for your entertainment
you don't really want to mess with me tonight
Draco Malfoy sneered down at him, "Well Potter. I dragged you out here to dance."
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Harry shoved Draco back as hard as he could. "What the bloody hell was that for?" Draco practically shrieked at him. Harry walked back towards the bar, pissed off, and very confused. But he wouldn't let that show. Oh no. Not tonight. Not in front of him.
Draco took off after him, the strobe lights reflecting off of his bleached blonde hair. "Harry-wait up, PLEASE."
Harry plopped back down onto the barstool, and Madam Rosemerta shot him a confused look. Draco suddenly appeared behind him, and she understood. She smiled, and sauntered off down the bar to wait on a customer that looked suspiciously like Ginny Weasley.
"Why are you doing this? Running away from me? All I want is one dance!" Draco whined.
Just stop a second,
I was fine before you walked into my life
Harry turned around, looking up at Draco with an are-you-serious face? "Do you remember how horrible you have been to me since we started at this damn school? You treat me like shit. The few minutes of peace that I have in class before you come in, is bliss." I'm sick of this bullshit. And now you want to dance with me? You're pathetic."
Cause you know it's over
before it began
Draco sighed, "Can I at least buy you a drink?"
Harry thought for a minute, but then shook his head. "No…but I'll take your money anyway."
Keep your drink just give me the money
it's just you and your hand tonight
Draco rolled his eyes at Harry, "This isn't over. You'll see me again sometime tonight."
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Harry sneered.