Sans the magic, not the passion.

Rebel

His usually perfectly styled hair hung loosely around his face. It flew violently around him as he lost himself to music in his piano. The door to the music room banged open as someone rushed in, but it didn't faze him.

"Draco! What is the meaning of this!?"

Narcissa Malfoy stood behind Draco clutching a few sheets of paper. The air around her became volatile as he ignored her till the end of the piece he played. Slowly he turned to face his mother, the open ends of his shirt fluttering slightly.

"Answer me now you insolent child!"

She threw the pages she had held in his face. He let them fall to the floor before he answered her calmly.

"Obviously it's paper mother, and I would like you to remember that I am hardly a child."

He stood up to his full height of 6'2 with his shoulder length blonde hair loose around him. A wind blew in through one of the open windows and blew his shirt off one of his shoulders revealing a very nicely toned chest. For a moment pride gleamed in Narcissa's eyes before they were once more consumed by rage.

"You know very well what I mean Draco! Why in the name of God are you conversing with your agent's horrid husband!"

Draco sighed mentally at his mother's outrage. His agent Hermione Weasley was professional and extremely intelligent. She always knew what classical piece to perform and which should be avoided at all cost. Her husband, Ron, was just as professional but into a different music genre.

Rock.

Ron had never had a client who didn't top the charts at least twice. Once while he had been here with his wife Ron had walked in on Draco playing the guitar, it was a secret passion of his. When Draco had finished playing and noticed Ron in the door way he blanched and made to tackle the other man, until he noticed the tears streaking down the other man's face. After that Ron had continued to hound Draco about his music until unable to stand the whining any longer Draco had agreed to play in a band that Ron was setting up.

Other than himself the band consisted of Ginny Weasley on drums, Blaise Zabini on bass, and a new talented artist, Harry Potter, as their singer/songwriter. He had yet to meet any of the other band members but that was supposed to change this Friday.

Tuning back into his mother Draco said," Its a contract mother if you really need to know. I've agreed to play in a band with Ron Weasley as the agent."

Grabbing his sheet music he sauntered out. Stopping at the door he called over his shoulder," By the way mom I'm moving out."

An angry shriek followed him out the door. Smiling he left his parents home for good.

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A/N: okay SO yay to my first chapter. Please review. Just so there are no confusions there will be no magic in here. Only the music baby!!!