Gryffindor's Princess or Slytherine's Heir?
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Draco
Thanks to: StaroftheEarth—you are my very first reviewer! This chapter is dedicated to you!
Recap:
I had moved out of my "parents" house, they didn't like the change. To bad, they could kiss my ass! I had changed and this was because of them. I was in my "fathers" office and found the most horrible of papers. My "parents" had lied to me for seventeen years. I became angry as I looked at the offensive papers.
I had been adopted.
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You don't know me
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I parked my red jaguar in front of a big building with the words "The Legion" in red neon cursive, mounted over the entrance. It was a plain brick building with black double doors that every time they were opened the pounding music could be heard. Outside the doors was a big man with tattoos and a bald head, he doubled as the check in at the door and the clubs bouncer; there was also a long line of people. His name was Roy, and he was just a big ol' teddy bear when you got to know him. Alexis and I strode up to the doors just as a few girls did, and I mean middle school girls.
"Sorry not on the list," Roy said in a deep voice, the girls slumped away defeated. He didn't even look up as we approached.
"Get in the back of the line," he said still looking at his list.
"Now Roy, you know very well how impatient I a, and how I don't like lines," I said pouting, he looked up and smiled.
"Al! Scales! Didn't know it was you, you guys look great!" he said
"Why thank you. Can we go in now?" Alexis asked, linking arms with me.
"Of course," he said waving us on, "Scales, you singing tonight?"
"It's my night off," I replied walking into the pounding room.
I had gotten a job at "The Legion" as a singer and I was pretty well known, being called Scales because of my obvious like for my zodiac sign Libra, the scales. The whole name idea was Roy's', he was there for my interview his brother, Danny, owns the club.
As soon as Alexis and I were past the tables and onto the dance floor, we had already caused quit a stir with our dancing.
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The music was loud, pulsing throughout my body as I sat at the bar. I had just thrown off the 5th girl who had made an advance on me. Angrily I turned to the two responsible for my predicament, Crabe and Goyle.
"How did I let you talk me into this again?" I snapped
"Your mom wanted you to hang out with Pansy," Goyle stuttered.
Oh yeah. That was as good a reason as any to come to a muggle club. I looked around the room looking for anything of interest and I found it, on the dance floor. To girls dressed in cloths that matched yet were total opposites of each other, they looked like mirror twins. One had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin; the other had light brown hair with blue and green stripes, honey colored eyes, and skin a golden hue; she reminded me of the sirens I read about in fairytales when I was little. They danced like they hadn't a care in the world, moving in sync with each other, perfect for the fast up-beat tempo of the music. But only one of them caught my attention and that was the honey eyed siren that seemed to create the music from within her, she flowed so freely with it.
The fair skinned one stopped and took hold of the siren beauty, she spook to her then left leaving the golden siren alone on the dance floor as the next song came on. She danced, alone, and she was still amazing in her solo act.
There's a place that's full of strangers,
Not a place for good girls.
It's a place that's full of danger,
Wanting you, watching you.
I stood up from my stool, took one last swig of my beer.
"Draco?" Crabe asked.
"Stay," I hissed as I made my way over to my golden, honey eyed siren.
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Alexis had walked off to find another friend; I kept dancing as the next song came on Ricky Martin. (A/N: I still listen to him, I like his songs not him)
You make me feel like dancin'
Down on the riviera
There's a town called Saint Tropez
Where a girl like you's a
"Pachanguera"
You make me feel like dancin'
We'll make it last forever
Let's go away to Saint Tropez
'Cause a girl like you's a
"Pachanguera"
I felt a hand tap on my shoulder and turned around to see none other then Draco Malfoy, with his trade mark smirk.
We're makin' love, with just a glance
Un nouvo amor, a new romance
"Can I help you?" I asked civilly.
"Would you like to dance with me?" he said. 'He doesn't recognize me! This could be fun!'
"Think you can keep up?" I said looking him up and down. He wore black pants with a silver chain hanging across his side, a black wife beater that hugged his well toned torso, and a dark green flannel, button down shirt, open, over it. His hair was no longer slicked back, but fell in his storm grey eyes in the front and all the way down past his ears in the back. 'Damn he looks hot! Wait! Where did that come from?'
There's a world that sleeps inside you
It's a world of reedom
It's a place
Where every dream you dream
Can come true
Who'd have thought
You'd waken your wild side
'Cause you were like a beauty queen
Who'd have thought
Your Pandora's box was me
Instead of Draco answering me he took my hips and his hands and pulled me towards him. He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath causing me shiver slightly, slightly!
We're makin' love, with just a glance
Un nouvo amor, a new romance
You make me laugh
You make me dance
Un nouvo amor, a game of chance
"I can, the question is can you?" he whispered. Draco then spun me out.
(A/N: if any of you has seen 'Dirty Dancing Havana Nights' that's how they were dancing, the rest can figure it out from the movie title and the fact that they're in a CLUB! Ok carry on)
Who'd have thought
You'd walk on the wild side
'Cause you were always so pristine
Who'd have thought
You'd jump on the wild ride with me
We flowed easily with one another. At one point I was turned around with my back pressed up against him, being so caught up in the joy of dancing a didn't pay attention to what I was doing.
You make me feel like dancin'
Down on the riviera
There's a town called Saint Tropez
Where a girl like you's a
"Pachanguera"
I shimmied down his hard body and back up, his arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer (if possible) and we rocked back and forth.
You make it feel like real thing
We'll make it last forever
Let's get away to Saint Tropez
'Cause a girl like you's a
"Pachanguera"
Draco quickly turned me around and pulled me flush against him again. His hand trailed down my right leg, till it got to the back of my knee. Draco pulled my leg around his hip forcing my other leg to slide across the floor between his legs as he dipped me backwards.
We're makin' love, with just a glance
Un nouvo amor, a new romance
You make me laugh
You make dance
Un nouvo amor, a game of chance.
We were both breathing heavily as the song ended. Draco pulled me back up, close to him; his face was inches from my own.
"I'm Draco," he said hoarsely.
"I'm--"
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A/N: cliffy yes I know, I couldn't resist! Will she tell? Who knows? Oh that right, I do! You might find out in chapter 3. Review please!
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