I here's another song-shot! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Scorp/Al again, cheesiness
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the songs used
If I could be the reason your hair is a mess, or the bass drum beatin' deep in your chest, if I could be the voice on your radio, then I could be your long ride home.
If mine could be the name that changes yours, the wine in your glass, or the swing on your porch, the dollar in your pocket, and the peaceful in your sleep, then I'd be what you mean to me.
I thought to myself as I watched him. He strutted onto the dance-floor like he owned the place. His bright, green eyes caught mine and he winked; A bright smile pulled at his features when I winked back. I stood there, watching him turning every head in the crowded building. The lights were low, and he was dancing slow.
If falling's how you feel, and perfect's what you see, then I'd be what you mean to me.
I went up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He leaned into my embrace as I murmured in his ear "If I could be the fire in your firefly, the cool of the rain, or the spark in your eye, the answer to your prayer and the faith that sets you free, then I'd be what you mean to me." He giggled in response but I continued my profession.
"It kills me to stand here, watching you turn every head in this crowded room with the lights down low and your hips moving so sedately. Oh, if falling's how you feel, and perfect's what you see, then I'd be what you mean to me" I pulled away after saying this and stalked to the back of the room, only to hear his laughter at my retreating back.
All of this talking makes him laugh, but I had to let him know what I was feeling as I was standing there, watching him and he turned every head in the crowded room with the lights down low as he was dancing slow. Falling is how I feel, and Perfect is what I see, I hope I'm what he means to me.
A/N: I Don't even know how many words are in this doc, I just know its super short. Sorry!