I don't own Harry Potter!
Draco's POV
I walked hesitantly into the bedroom, and grimaced as I heard music playing. Not wizard music, muggle music. "Astoria, why are you playing that trash?" I called into the bathroom, where I assumed she was.
"Because I like it," said a voice from behind me, and regaining what dignity I could after having jumped half a mile in the air, I turned and asked why. "This song reminds me of us. It's called The Bird and the Worm. It's from a band called Owl City. Don't look at me like that," she snapped unhappily. I immediately felt remorse, because really I had no right to criticize her.
"How does it remind you of us?" I asked gently, trying to climb out of the hole I'd dug. Her expression softened.
"Listen," she said, pulling me to the bed and sitting me down, before pressing a button. The music began replaying.
If you're the bird whenever we pretend it's summer
Then I'm the worm, I know the part, it's such a bummer
But fair is fair, if my segments get separated
I'll scream and you'll be there
Close your eyes, close my eyes
Slide the cotton off of your shoulder
And feel the shine, feel the shine
I'm hooked so toss me over and cast a line, oh I'll try
Oh, throw a party and greet my undersea friends
It depends, as they arrive, if they arrive
You and I left our troubles far behind, troubles far behind
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With friends like these well, who needs enemies
If I'm your boy, let's take a short cut we remember
And we'll enjoy, picking apples in late September
Like we've done for years
Then we'll take a long walk through the corn field
And I'll kiss you between the ears
If you're my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling
And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling
Will shine for us, as love sweeps over the room
'Cause we tend to make each other blush, you make me blush
You and I left our troubles far behind, troubles far behind
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With friends like these well, who needs enemies?
You're the bird and I'm the worm and it's plain to see
That we were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
If you're the bird
If you're the bird
Then I'm the worm
We were meant to be
I was particularly struck by the ending. "Do you think we're meant to be, Astoria?" I asked, feigning apathy. As usual, she saw through my pretenses.
"Well, obviously. I wouldn't be wearing this beautiful ring if I didn't," she chuckled, sitting on my lap and leaning her head against me. "Did you understand it?" she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Some of it. The girl's the bird, right? And the boy's the worm. He's popular, and forced to be something he doesn't want to be, but, if, uh, 'his segments get separated' or he falls apart, he can always depend on his bird. I didn't get the friends though." I said. She nodded.
"The song says he's 'hooked', which is slang for 'in love' in the muggle world. Because he's a worm, he basically tells the bird to use him as bait so he can see his friends. But his friends are fish, so they're going to eat him. Then he says that he doesn't need enemies if he's got such bad friends. And, of course, they're meant to be," she said confidently. I chuckled.
"Listened to this much?" I teased before sighing. "That all makes good sense, for a muggle song. The only thing I don't understand is why a bird would chose to be with a worm," I said, thinking on my old friends. They really would have eaten the worm, metaphorically. The question of why Astoria had chosen me was long on my mind.
"Well, maybe the worm wasn't really a worm. Maybe he was just misunderstood. Maybe all his fishy friends made him a worm, and now he's a bird too. Maybe all he needed was a chance," she said, twisting so that she was facing me and straddling my hips.
I smirked and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. "Maybe all he needed was his bird," I whispered against her lips, before meeting mine to hers.
