:::Prologue:::
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I still insist, however, that Draco Malfoy belongs to Hermione Granger no matter what anyone says. The song "Mr. Brightside" by the Killers do not belong to me either. Great song though… You should listen to it.
Mr. Brightside
"I'm coming out of my cage,
And I've been doing just fine,
Gotta, gotta be down,
Because I want it all.
It started out with a kiss.
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.
Now I'm falling asleep,
And she's calling a cab,
While he's having a smoke,
And she's taking a drag.
Now they're going to bed,
And my stomach is sick,
And it's all in my head,
But she's touching his-chest,
Now, he takes off her dress,
Now, letting me go.
And I just can't look its killing me,
And taking control,
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea,
Swimming through sick lullabies,
Choking on your alibis,
But it's just the price I pay.
Destiny is calling me.
Open up my eager eyes,
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside!
[Repeat all of the above]
I never...
I never...
I never...
I never..."
...
He slowly pulled the headphones off his head as the song ended. Fiddling with the unknown buttons that he had recently started to figure out, he turned off the iPod. He tilted his head and stared at the Muggle contraption with amusement. What an amazing little device. It plays music without the aid of magic. This iPod was such an extraordinary little thing. Just like her.
Quicksilver eyes darted to the clock hanging over the doorway to his room. Five minutes 'til noon. She'll be here soon. She's always on time. Sighing with pleasure he settled back against his pillows, lying in bed waiting for her smiling face to walk through the door. This was always his favorite time of his usually monotonous days.
He wondered what new Muggle invention she was going to bring with her this time? He hummed to himself, fidgeting slightly as he waited. He decided that he was going to listen to that song one more time. He's been playing it, over and over and over for the past month. There were other songs in the lists, but this one was the only song he bothered to listen to.
Sliding the headphones back over his ears, he pressed Play and Repeat, just as she glided through his door. She settled into the chair next to him and opened her book getting ready a few hours of reading. It seems she has no intention of talking today. It's like that sometimes. She was staring at him again, solemn brown eyes twinkling with amusement at the sight of him listening to a song. Smiling at her, he closed his eyes and drifted off to follow his mind as it wandered in tune to the music; wandering back through memories and time…