Disclaimer: It's on the first chapter. Go back and check if you don't believe me.

Oh. My. God. I just checked my stats, and I'm on the author alert list of someone who I don't know personally! Excuse me while I go pass out and my other half performs the necessary medical procedures.

faints

Ok, I need a backboard, gurney and neck brace over here!

CBC, lites, chem 7, paddles!

All right, clear!

shocks

heart beats

Ok, we got her back! Now let's keep 'er on a monitor to run some more tests!

Why yes, Dr. Barnett, I would love to get a cup of coffee with you...

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Ok, ER moment over. Sorry about that. Getting onto the story now...

Right, and I did that thing where I made up a character to fit my plot line better. Therefore, Draco now has an older sister named Alexandra.

Once upon a happy time, Draco Malfoy was introduced to the wonderful world of punk rock. It had been an accident, really, as no one least of all Draco expected to walk down a hallway in Malfoy Manor and hear the opening strains of Green Day's St. Jimmy leaking our from a room there. Draco's curiosity of the new sound was piqued and traced it to its origin - his older sister Alexandra's room. Draco nudged the ajar door and it swung inwards, revealing Alex doing the strangest thing - head banging.

Now, to all of you reading this who have ever heard Green Day's St. Jimmy, it's not really a head banging song. For that you would need something more along the lines of Metallica's St. Anger, but for the purposes of this fic, we're going with St. Jimmy. This can easily be explained, as the content of the aforementioned song is certainly not anything one would expect to hear coming from the speakers of a Malfoy's stereo. Of course, it is questionable as to if the Malfoy manor was equipped with such technology, but that's another matter entirely.

Draco peered in the room cautiously from the doorway. Alex wasn't exactly what one would call a traditional Slytherin, but she was a Slytherin none the less, which is why, Draco supposed, their parents hadn't yet disowned her. The walls were covered in rock posters and concert flyers and the majority of a vast collection of CDs and cases were scattered somewhat aimlessly around the bed and floor. Surround sound speakers were mounted high in the corners and Draco could see the air displacement as the bass boomed in time to the beat. He was in shock - why had he never known about this before? He had lived in the same house as Alex his entire life and never once heard any noise of the sort emitting from the room. Draco came to the explanation that it was sound proofed, as the only reason he was able to hear the music in the first place was because the door had been left partially open. After all, all the soundproofing in the world didn't do a thing if the door wasn't fully closed.

Alex seemed to sense Draco's uninvited presence, whether it was by the fact that the acoustics of the room changed once the door had been opened or the detail that he was simply standing there, jaw nearly scraping the CD covered floor. After singing along to a particularly controversial lyric (I'm the patron saint of the denial/With an angel face and a taste for suicidal/cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope/I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe) she turned the volume down via remote and stared at him expectantly.

"I...uh...ya see... the thing is..." Draco stuttered, at a loss for words for probably the first time in his life. "What was that"

"What was what? The music" Draco nodded, unsure of what to say. "Why? You never heard Green Day before" Draco shook his head. "Wow. That's pretty sad. I mean, I've been listening to 'em since... a long time. I can't believe you've never heard them." Alex thought for a moment, then came to a realization. "Oh, that's right. It's soundproofed. Of course you wouldn't have heard it. Especially if Mother and Father didn't want you to." Draco was beginning to emerge form his comatose state of shock.

"But how did you..."

"Get into this stuff? Long story short, I have a couple of friends back at school who tortured some Muggles a while back and found some of this stuff in their junk." Alex had transferred from Hogwarts to Durmstrang due to a little... incident in her fourth year. Draco was constantly jealous of the fact, as Durmstrang was where all serious students of the Dark Arts hoped to go. It was there and only there that Muggle torturing didn't result in automatic expulsion.

"And Mother and Father don't mind you having all this stuff" Draco gestured around the room. "In here"

"Well, you know them. Once they figured out there was no way to stop me, they just accepted it and put in the soundproofing. So, you liking what you hear" Draco nodded, provoking a slightly deranged smile from his older sister. "Good, good. Hey, come with me. There's something I think you'll get off on." He gave her a questioning glance and followed her out of the room and down the hallway. They stopped outside the last door on the left.

"What's in here" Draco asked, unable to recall a time when he had been to this particular room. Alex smiled.

"You'll see." She pulled a key out of one of her many pockets, inserted it into the lock and pushed the door open. As far as security goes, it was pretty lax, seeing as how the more secret rooms in Malfoy Manor had devices only two people in the world knew how to access. Draco sucked in his breath, something that when he would later replay the event in his mind he would edit out.

There, in that room, was the last thing Draco would have ever suspected. A gorgeous five piece silver and black drumset sat in the center, surrounded by amps, mics, and more cables than seemed really safe or reasonable. Alex snickered softly at the look on her younger brother's face and stepped over a bunch of snake-like wires to a control panel. With the screech of the amps warming up, her fingers played across a variety of keys. The result was a resounding beat, full of a unbelievable number of elements and sounds. Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was captivated from measure one and he wasn't sure why.

"Is this - Did you" Alex grinned in a Cheshire Cat type manner and sat down on the throne of the kit, pulling a pair of drumsticks from a nearby holder. She motioned to Draco to close the door and told him to watch and learn once he did so. In a flurry of wood and flesh, the electronic recording gave way to pure talent as Alex lit up the set. Draco stood in shock. This was all so new to him. When had she learned to play like that. And how...

The playing stopped after a few minutes and Alex took a swig of water from the bottle she had brought along with her.

"So" She said, taking the utmost amusement in the look on his face. "What'd ya think" It was a few more moments before Draco had recovered from the shock enough to regain control of his vocal cords.

"Wow... That was... that was..."

"Freakishly awesome? Yeah, I know. Come join me." It took Draco a second to realize that there was another kit, a pretty shade of red, sitting alongside the other. He followed Alex's order and sat, automatically adjusting the throne and hi-hat to be more comfortable. He found another pair of sticks and tentatively hit each drum with them.

"Good. Now, do what I do." She played a slow lick, once around the toms, punctuated at the end with a tremendously loud cymbal crash. Draco sat thoughtfully for a moment, then mimicked her actions flawlessly. "Yes! This is good, this is very, very good. Now, do this." She played another lick, longer this time, and a bit faster. Draco copied it perfectly. Alex cheered. "Rock on! Now, listen to this and try to copy it." With a wave of her wand, a beat sounded from the speakers, which were more numerous than what was found in her room. Without having to play the beat twice, Draco played it back. Alex sat on the very edge of her seat, trying not to burst with excitement. "So, what'd ya think"

"I think...I think THAT THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER" Draco exclaimed in a very un-Draco like manner. Alex grinned and pumped her arms in the air.

"Yes! This is awesome! And another unwitting soul gets dragged into the wonderful world of punk rock drumming! Sweet" Once she had calmed down, Alex said. "So. You ready to try some more" Draco nodded enthusiastically and the two spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the night making music by banging on things. (A/N: Which is something not all people know how to properly appreciate coughmymothercough)

It would be that day Draco would remember many years from now when he and his band won a very prestigious contest - The Battle of The Bands. At the time, his parents had hardly noticed his new obsession, them being so busy doing evil, and all, but they would learn, especially once he began dressing the way Alex did. The traditional black and green was exchanged for black and silver, spikes and studs all around. His silver-blond hair was be cut and spiked, then the spikes dyed a particularly punk shade of purple. (Think Freddy from School of Rock) Of course, he was only permitted to wear his clothing of choice on vacation, when there was no school or other type of social gathering, but that was fine with him.

As Draco gazed out into the audience, he caught a glimpse of Alex, fully punked out. He caught her gaze and smiled and waved, thinking of how without her help and guidance he never would have found the way to his passion. Sure, he still loved torturing those bloody annoying Mudbloods, but this was what he lived for.

Wow. That took forever and a day to type. I'm not so sure if I like the end, and I'm thinking I might tweak it a bit later, so tell me if you think I should keep it or screw with it.

I'm sure I could ramble on for the next few hours about nothing in particular such as the color of the sky on a summer day, but I won't because I have more important things to do. Like what? you ask? Oh, well, I'd be more than happy to tell you - I GOT THE COMPLETE FIRST SEASON OF CHARMED ON DVD YESTERDAY! YIPEE! And I think I need to go watch that. Well, either that or go spend lots and lots of my mommy's money on lacrosse gear.

And yes, the entire point of the prior paragraph was bragging. Just thought I'd be so kind as to let you know that. xD