My Vocaloid
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or Vocaloid this is just for fun
Malfoy stalked down the hall freighting a first year in his passing. That he should be in bed sleeping or studying but no Dumbledore had to go and make him head boy. So now he was stuck protrolling the castle and grounds. As if he didn't have enough problems in his life! Potter had gone missing during the summer and had only shown up aging in time for school to start back up. The dark lord had been furious when he broke in to potter's relatives only to find he wasn't there. The only trace of him was on the muggel television. Potter and a bunch of fools where dancing in front of a huge crowd! The brat had died his hair green (as in slythern green) and dressed up funny to dance and sing in front of people. At the end the leader of the weirdoes, a girl with long blue-green hair, calling herself Miku introduced him as Nigaito a member of their group called Vocaloids. The worst part was that no one else seems to see potter in the strangely happy green haired teen. He had run from the dark lord then. It was something in potter's voice and face that made him do it. He had just seemed so … happy. After all when was the last time he had a chance to be happy?
Weasly and granger hadn't been happy wean I had shown up at what they called head quarters with Snape begging for protection. They kept shouting that I would betray their side and get them killed. Dumbledore had almost listened and had sent him away up stairs to give himself time to think. That's when potter showed up he collided with the blond in the stair well. When I had tried to explain he held up his hand listing to the conversation down stairs before leading me to the drawing room. When we got their I, the hair to the Malfoy line, begged him to help me or at least sing for me. The mangy Gryffindor had had the stupidity to smile at me! "Oh so you know about that? Yeah I'll sing for you but on one condition. You have to be my friend now and be loyal to me, not Dumbledore, me. Ok?" I had agreed. How could I not I would have done anything to hear him sing. He led me down back stairs to the kitchen. When we entered he took the worse verbal lashing I had ever hear and after all that all he side was that I was with him if they had problems with that too bad because he was protecting me and they had better get used to it. I had just stared at him so had everyone else. But I mean come on Potter goes missing shows up and declares that his rival is under his personal protection and that he would personally hex anyone who attacked me. They thought he was off his rocker. Still do but true to his word when Weasly cursed me Potter hexed him so bad they had to get one of the ministry workers to fix him. Since then I've been left alone, but really wow. After that he took me back to the drawing room and had me help him clean it and pull up the carpets. We made it a room for the two of us nice and open with plenty of room for him to dance, and dance he did, every night he sang and danced for me. I loved it. Potter performing for me. He even taught me a few dances. That's what he's doing now by the way. He's dancing in the room of requirements. For me. I'm going to go watch and then I'll dance with him and we'll sleep in the bed that appears when we've worn out our bodies. In the morning he'll be gone and I'll just have to wait aging till tomorrow evening when he'll dance for me. Because he's my Vocaloid, and malfoys don't share.
