Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series is not mine. It's JKR's.
A/N: This is the outcome of me being bored out of my mind. This is sung to the tune of Roudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Whatever is in the parenthesis is the echo.
Draco the pureblood dragon (dragon)
Had a very big ego (Like Lord Moldy-Butt)
And if you ever met him (Met him)
You would even say it grows (Like a balloon)
All of the other dragons (dragons)
Used to hide and cower in fear (Like scaredy cats)
They never played with Draco (Draco)
Cuz he'd always brag and win (and win)
Then one foggy, Christmas eve
Dumbledore came to say (Ho, Ho, Ho)
"Draco will you please shut up,
You need to stop boasting now"
Then how the dragons loved him (loved him)
As they shouted out with glee (Yipee!)
"Draco the pureblood dragon, (Dragon)
You'll go down in history!" (Like Obama)
My boredom produces wierd fanfiction. I had some trouble thinking of the echo for "You would even say it grows" so please excuse the lameness of the echo.
Review please.
XOXO
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