Confessions of an Echantress

by platonic love.

Oh Merlin. I'm sitting in a crap hole flat that smells like cheap bear, listening to some band play a song with shitty lyrics. Well actually, I shouldn't be saying that, considering it is my brother's band. But he isn't my brother, really, he's my step brother, so I guess that cancels it out. To tell you the truth, I didn't even know he had a band. So imagine my surprise when he asks me to come check out their new singer. And he isn't even here yet.

Anyways, apparently their old singer ran off with a supposed one-night stand. It was quite sad actually. Well. . . No, it wasn't. I never liked him.

So now I'm sitting here on the couch with the band's drummer sitting next to me tapping some tune out on his knee while the band takes a break and waits for the bloody singer. Maybe we'll fall madly in love, the singer and I. Oh, that would be so romantic! And he could write lyrics for me, and without knowing it, the band will play it!

Ha!

Imagine that. I'm already starting to like this new singer. Oh, I hope he has an incredibly sexy voice. Then I could swoon over him all night. I wonder what he looks like? Deep, watery eyes, and gorgeous black hair, possibly.

I snap out of my daze when the band decides to go over a song, and they're all grumbling about the tardiness of this singer. Whose flat are we at again? Matthew's? It starts with an M, I'm pretty sure. Unless it was an N . . . But forget it. I've met them all before, so I suppose I'll blame this on short term memory loss.

Actually, the band isn't that bad. The lyrics are just really stupid and my brother can't sing for shit. No wonder they need a new singer. If they came on stage and my brother started singing, I'd most likely chuck something at him. It's nothing against him, but it's no wonder he's not vocals. You know, the bass player, Ryan, or something, isn't that bad looking. He's got these green eyes and really nice brown hair, that's up to his ears.

I mean., what if this new singer turns out not to be my latest heartthrob, and he's a complete sleaze? Or I could go for the drummer, Matthew, or whoever. He seems . . . Deep? I don't really go for redheads, but you know, there's a first chance for everything.

This is depressing. That singer better be hott, or this night will have been a total waste. I mean, who would buy a flat like this anyways? Just because you're desperate to move out doesn't mean you can go and buy some shit flat. Honestly.

Okay. I'm going to chuck something at my sodding brother. I don't care if it's blood; he's hurting my ears. But then, if my brother has the best voice out of all of them, I don't think I'd want to hear Ryan or Matthew sing; if those are even their names.

I wonder how long I've been here. I'm about the check my watch, which Harry and Ron so generously bought me for my birthday a couple of weeks ago (they're so sweet when they want to be), when I hear the door swing open, and everyone turns to look. But when I see him, I can hardly breathe. It can't be. Oh, this is bloody horrible. What am I going to do? Maybe I can slip out the back before he sees me. No wait; we are in the back, aren't we? And you never hear of slipping out the front, because that sounds off. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I think I might cry, for standing before me, is Draco, sodding, Malfoy.

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a/n: Honestly, this has been sitting on my computer for ages. While I was going through everything and deleting, I came across this and decided to post it! So what do you think? If there's anything you'd like to tell me or have any suggestions, feel free to leave a review!

platonic love.