A/N: I'm a maniacal fan of the wizard rock band Split Seven Ways, and my friend Ashi and I were talking about Draco…this is what came of it. Oh yes, the lyrics are bracketed, Draco's parts are italicized, and Asteria's are bolded.
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR or Zoë Bromelow.
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Saw you at the garden party, you were looking bored and sipping tea
You were slouching off to the side, looking somehow dashing in your dark green robes, leaning against a trellis, white-blond hair falling in your eyes.
I thought to myself, Oh I know, he's no hero — but he's pretty
I doubt you remembered me from Hogwarts, because I was three years behind you. You're more likely to recall my sister, but I remembered you — the bold young Death Eater. Handsome and weary— you had no time for trivial parties, you had been through more than anyone here, and you were full of contempt for us.
Pansy's really such a bitch, Daphne said you want a witch
She was always following you around, and you liked it. You'd outgrown her though, you were avoiding her, and she was sulking, saying something snide to a friend. I felt much older than her, despite the age difference. She was just a child, I was an adult; my sister assured me you were done with being a child.
Who isn't just a gossip queen, well I'll satisfy that itch
Pansy, always snooping and sneering and spying, seemed so contemptible. She certainly wasn't a threat or a rival. I was right for you, and arrogant and nervous with the knowledge of it, because you might not think so.
Slytherins must stick together
A good complement, my sister whispered in my ear.
'Gainst those who fear us, say we're rotten
For some reason, I didn't want you sneered at, not by those purebloods who backed out of the war.
But in the end we're only human
It was so much harder for you, I knew your story— you got in too deep, and I don't blame you.
Our hearts are hard, but not forgotten
It was only love that made you work with those masters of hate— love for your family, for your life, for your tarnished ideals. None of us have truly been able to give them up, really.
Slytherins must stick together
You in green, me in grey. How ironic.
'Gainst those who fear us, says we're rotten
I didn't want to be sneered at either, or scorned as the woman who chose a Death Eater.
But in the end we're only human
I was hopelessly romantic, to think I loved you after having seen you but a few times as a child, and at a pretentious pureblood gathering.
Our hearts are hard, but not forgotten
After steeling myself against all the horrors the Dark Lord committed, I was falling for his former follower.
My mother took me to one side, said Don't break her heart or hurt her pride
I couldn't think how I could break your heart, Daphne was cold to me and I thought her sister would be the same. And it's impossible to hurt a pureblood's pride. At least, that was what I used to think. Before my own pride was smashed, and my parents' smeared and burned. But I wouldn't hurt you.
Unless you mean it—but I already know you're going to be my bride
Your light grey dress and light hazel eyes, your light brown hair, they all meant light to me. Even your voice was light, but what you talked about was not. You were beyond foolish prattle, serious and contemplative, so much deeper than Pansy, yet more fun as well. I, arrogant and assuming, could already see you in white, standing next to me at an altar.
I've never been one to believe in wearing my heart on my sleeve
I had always kept my feelings close; had seen what bragging can do; had felt what bragging will do. But I could talk to you more easily than I could talk to anyone. My father never encouraged closeness, and my mother cared, but couldn't show it.
Or in devotion, or live-long love, but maybe you are what I need
I had never really believed in love. My parents— I could never decide whether or not they loved each other, their marriage was so convenient and economical, but their affection was subtle—yet it was there. I never thought that I would marry for anything but money, status, pure blood. You had all of those, and yet that's not why I was being pulled toward you.
Slytherins must stick together
You were ambitious; after all, I was the only Malfoy heir. But you had cunning and true Slytherin loyalty: after all, I was a Death Eater.
'Gainst those who fear us, say we're rotten
They make Slytherin comments, those pureblooded Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. And maybe no one but a Slytherin would marry a Death Eater.
But in the end we're only human
I felt shamed by those laughs, despite knowing they were worthless. The disapproval of the crowd always weighed heavily on me.
Our hearts are hard but not forgotten
I still felt the snide comments, even if I didn't show it. I still felt something for you, though I didn't know exactly what.
So let's get out of here, my dear
I had to leave, and I took you with me. The fading, foolish pureblood society that I could never completely throw off was stifling me.
Before we go completely rotten
My hardened feelings would die soon, and I would end up like my father—trying desperately to get them back. And yours— your feelings were dying too—buried alive.
Fly a broom, chase helicopters
I want to do something fun and wild for once, we were dying back there, being wasted, our minds atrophying.
Our hearts are hard but not forgotten
Slytherins might be cunning, ambitious, and cold-seeming, but we are people. We can hurt, we can hope, we can love.
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A/N: So, how'd I do? Please drop me a review and maybe suggest a song for my next one. I hope the italicization and bolding hold up.