Chapter Two

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-Swiftielove

I don't own any lyrics or Harry Potter

Draco's POV

Draco Malfoy pushed back his platinum blond hair in frustration. His mother wasn't allowed to use her wand just because his father joined the Death Eaters! His mother was always against the idea of joining the dark side, but she knew that if she protested, she, along with her family, would be killed. Narcissa Malfoy, despite the rumors, was actually a loving and kind mother with devoted herself to Draco's well being. Last summer, to make up for behaving badly, the Ministry of Magic sent him to live on his own in the muggle world. Draco made quite a few friends in Muggle Paris, and was popular with the Students at the University of Paris.

Listening to muggle music, such as this random band named The Beatles, made him feel alive. People always thought that he was a man of pure evil, but in reality, those were just walls that he put up. He certainly wasn't a cheerful, fun guy. But his closest friends, such as Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott knew that he could be just as loyal as Gryffindors.

He stepped into an empty compartment on the train. He took out a bag of Galleons, not for himself, for Theo, who had a strange craving for sweets but always forgot his money. Draco could be caring, but only to the people who deserved his attention. Au contraire, Draco was not a spoiled child. He worked for most of his inheritance, and even published a few books with a pen name. But none of his brilliance was shown to the world. Granger was certainly smart, but only book smart, though she was all teachers' dream student. Even Snape couldn't deny the fact that she was smart. But what Hermione Granger lacked was street smarts. However hard Draco tried to ignore it, he knew his curiosity was piqued every time something related to Granger came up.

Living in Paris for two months changed Draco's point of view on muggles. Sure, they had no magic, but they survived without it and their technology, such as these things called aPhones, or iPhones, is extremely useful. Already speaking the French tongue, Draco found it easy to fit in. He admired the easy grace that muggles had when it came to driving. He enjoyed watching movies and playing video games.

The blond haired wizard stood up and got out of the compartment, wondering if any of his friends were here. As he got up, he almost stepped on a piece of paper. It was a shimmery silver, with blue flowers on the edge. On the top was the date December 24, 1993. That was the day after the Yule ball in 4th Year. Under the date were things that looked like a poem, or a song.

"Who Says"

I wouldn't wanna be anybody else, hey

[Verse 1]
You made me insecure,
Told me I wasn't good enough.
But who are you to judge
When you're a diamond in the rough?
I'm sure you got some things
You'd like to change about yourself.
But when it comes to me
I wouldn't want to be anybody else.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

I'm no beauty queen
I'm just beautiful me

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

You've got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon

[Chorus:]
Who says, who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?
Trust me, that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty?
Who says you're not beautiful?
Who says?

[Verse 2:]
It's such a funny thing
How nothing's funny when it's you
You tell 'em what you mean
But they keep whiting out the truth
It's like a work of art
That never gets to see the light
Keep you beneath the stars
Won't let you touch the sky

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

I'm no beauty queen
I'm just beautiful me

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

You've got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon

[Chorus:]
Who says, who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?
Trust me, that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty?
Who says you're not beautiful?
Who says?

[Bridge:]
Who says you're not star potential?
Who says you're not presidential?
Who says you can't be in movies?
Listen to me, listen to me
Who says you don't pass the test?
Who says you can't be the best?
Who said, who said?
Would you tell me who said that?
Yeah, who said?

[Chorus:]
Who says, who says you're not perfect? (yeah)
Who says you're not worth it? (yeah yeah)
Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'? (oh)
Trust me, that's the price of beauty (hey yeah, beauty)
Who says you're not pretty? (who said?)
Who says you're not beautiful? (I'm just beautiful me)
Who says?

Who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?

Trust me (yeah), that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty? (who says you're not beautiful?)
Who says?

'Interesting' thought Draco.

A/N: I hoped you liked it! I don't own Who Says, by Selena Gomez, and you should check out the song!