A/N: Hi, it's me again. I've been thinking about how to write this one out, but haven't had much luck with ideas until the other night. It didn't really turn out how I pictured it, but then again...hardly anything does. By the way, I saw the new Harry Potter film last night... LOVED IT SO MUCH!

Alright, this is 'Colours of the Wind' from Disney's 'Pocahontas.' (Excuse my spelling, on things like 'colour'...remember I'm Australian.) And is relevant to Draco Malfoy and my OC Sarah Rennings. Now, this is actually based on the starting plot for my upcoming story 'Sense of Belonging', where Malfoy is sent to stay with Sarah for two weeks during the summer before their seventh year. If you want any information on that story, or if you have ideas/suggestions... let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own The characters, except for Sarah Rennings and her family... I own them. I also don't own the song, that belongs to Disney but I changed some lyrics to match. I do also own the plot. Enjoy and please remember to REVIEW and tell me what you think...and if you have more suggestions for more songfics or pairings.

It's amazing what time can do to people. You're used to feeling one way then all of a sudden, everything changes.

Well, Sarah Rennings was starting to understand just that. It had been a week since her parents had surprised her with her sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy having to stay in her house for two weeks, and she was starting to notice more and more about him. Of course, the insults and the arrogant behaviour were still there, I mean, come on...it is Malfoy afterall. But Sarah couldn't help but wonder, if there was something more to him.

On this particular day, Sarah was lounging in her room, reading, while Malfoy was surveying the photo frames that covered the shelves and tables. She unfortunatly, had to deal with him just waltzing into her room, she didn't really trust him to be alone in her house...not that he would leave her much anyway.

"I still don't know how you can be friends with those...people." Malfoy said, eyeing a photo of her and her friends. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with them. Besides...they're nothing like you." she said, flipping the page of her book. Malfoy snorted and picked up another frame. It was one taken in their fourth year, when she went to the Yule Ball with George Weasley.

"Father says you act too much like those people...you come from a high class pureblood family. He says you're far above that." he said. Sarah closed her book and turned to face him. She might have seen the makings of a different side to him...but he wasn't completely changed.

"Above that? Unlike some people, I don't care about blood. You can't always tell a person from who their family is." she said. She sometimes wondered how her parents could be friends with the Malfoys. The families were nothing alike. Her parents were two of the ost loving people she knew, much like the Weasleys, also close friends of her parents.

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know

Sarah sighed and walked out of the room. Malfoy looked at her before walking out of the room to follow her. Running down the stairs, he eventually saw her sitting on the grass outside. He walked out and stood beside her, wondering what she was doing.

"Have you ever thought about anything other than blood status, Draco?" she asked, daring to use his first name. Draco thought about it for a moment, before sitting down beside her.

"A little." he shrugged. It was true. On occasion, he thought about what it would be like to see the world through different eyes... his own eyes, not his fathers. Sarah turned to look at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

Sarah grabbed her wand out and drew a circle, making a portrait apear of the Malfoy family, right in front of Draco's eyes. He looked at it, before pulling out his own wand, and waving it, making the picture vanish into thin air.

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Sarah took his hand, still holding his wand, taking him by complete surprise. She moved it around, tracing a pattern in the sky, making different colours using the wind.

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

"See, there are treasures out there, without the need to buy them." Sarah said, lying down on the lawn and watching the sunset. Draco smiled, and rested his arms behind his head, relaxing properly for the first time in ages. He turned his head to look at Sarah. She knew of all the simple things in life. She didn't need all that material junk. He could tell that she was happy, just with her friends, especially Potter, Weasley and Granger. Maybe he was wrong about everything...he couldn't be...could he?

"I've never noticed...but I can see different things in all those clouds up there." Draco said.

"Like what?" Sarah asked, smiling to herself.

"I see a phoenix." he said simply.

The hippogriff and the owl are my brothers
The thestral and the phoenix are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Finally, the sky grew dark and a large full moon filled the sky. At that moment, Sarah thought about Remus, she always did during the full moon. She got up off the grass and just stood there, gazing into the moonlight.

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

Draco grinned and pulled out his wand once again. He waved it, just as Sarah had done before, and made all different colours. Sarah smiled. He was finally starting to understand.

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

"Maybe you were right." he said. Sarah looked up at him and smiled, before walking back towards the house. Draco smirked to himself before taking one last look at the moon, and following her.

It's amazing what time can do to people. You're used to feeling one way then all of a sudden, everything changes.

Draco Malfoy had grown up knowing only one way of life. The Pureblood way. But maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him to know more. And maybe, she was the one to show him how. But now, Sarah taught him to paint with all the colours of the wind. Perhaps she could teach him to see the world...through his own eyes.