"We could have taken them." Draco insisted for the fifth time, "I could have hexed that bookworm good and dragged her back by her hair." Now that he was free from the Dark Lord's scrutiny he seemed to have learned how to use his tongue again, much to my dismay.
"And how embarrassing would it have been to have to dust yourself off while that mud-blood is sneering cockily down at you while you dust off your robes and run off to the dungeons?" It may have been harsh, but most of Gryffindor spent last year in the RoR training.
I'd seen it and I didn't care to fight it. After all most of my year was spent perfecting my hair dying spell and Draco spent a considerable amount of time eating the cakes his mother sent him.
He glared, mouth clamped shut as if he were grinding his teeth. With him quiet I was free to browse the library.
Here -in muggle London- the books didn't come when called. However, luck would have it that there was a thing called 'amish' so she didn't question our ignorance any further. Well, that is, after she finished laughing.
She guided Draco and I through the process of checking out books or using the computers. Everything was deceivingly simple and left me with an itch to know more about their strange devices. The tour didn't go on for too long before she left us to the many CDs on the wall with a last reminder to use the headphones.
If one thing was the same across the two worlds it was the librarians.
Draco was plenty difficult when it came to searching music. This database was flawed and held none of the music we knew, but instead it was filled to bursting with love songs layered over one of the same three synthetic beats.
Most of the songs were accompanied by a men standing on the cover with their chests bared. Each had a sultry expression painted on their faces, lips plumped and eyes cast heavenward.
"Any other ideas?" The library was closing in an hour and we were no closer to finding a song, "because Flitwick will sooner grow three feet than let us sing any of these."
I shuffled upwards, picking through the collection again. To get to the King he needed to get to the Queen. She played her friends like pieces of a chess game. If she thought we'd changed our ways -even just a little- she'd make Weasley cooperate.
The back to school concert just so happened to be the best place to put that into motion. What better way to show case our intentions? Besides, Draco and I have been apart of the dumb choir since first year. We were this years soloists, it was already confirmed. So if I had to write a muggle song myself I would.
"What about this one?" The plastic packaging was caked in dust and didn't feature a young, naked man. Promising. We popped it in and nestled back against the shelf again.
Blaise found all of this ridiculously funny. There wasn't a part of the story -save the murder of my father or the entrapment of our family members- that he didn't find hilarious. It wasn't until a certain red head poked her head into the train car did he wish us luck and shimmy out with her.
Part of me envied Blaise. His family was blissfully removed from the perils associated with Voldemort. I hadn't allowed myself to dwell on it just yet, my Fathers death I mean, because if I did I'd fall apart. Had it been Blaise's own father he'd have spent weeks mourning the loss and whoever had been foolish enough to rid Madam Zabini of her love would be promptly given the same curtesy.
Yet I had to stuff and shove my feelings as deeply down as I could as I served the same Lord who'd taken him from me, because if I didn't that would mean another life on my conscience.
The train slowed to a stop leaving Draco and I little time to mentally prepare. Despite being a part of the chorus for six years I'd never been given a solo. Leads were usually given to Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs and this year Draco and I were the first Slytherin leads for twenty years.
I still remembered the audition. Flitwick originally hadn't planned to give me a chance. He'd been too busy and my name was always conveniently removed from the list. It had taken following him to every class through every corridor to every meeting singing whatever came to mind.
A month had gone by, long past auditions, when he finally relented and reopened the try outs for everyone. I doubted it was anything short of a miracle that both Draco and I made it.
The professor was in his own carriage, shepherding his sheep into the wooden box.
"Welcome back!" His eyes didn't land on Draco or I, but we didn't mind. We were used to it, "when we get in there I want everyone to line up just before the podium." By the time we get changed the sorting would have been over with. "Remember, keep your eyes on me and do your best."
With that being said he swung open the doors of the carriage and sent us on our way.
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