WOOHOO! Finals week is officially over. I plan on posting more now that I don't need to waste time studying 24/7. It might be tough to do constant updates over the holidays, but I solemnly swear that in the New Year I'll post at least once a week (as often as possible, anyway). I have a petty big plot line for the story (hint: there'll be an actual plot line involving more than romance). So, have some eggnog on me, and I'll be putting up a few more chapters before December 31 (maybe I'll even catch Draco and Mione up to are time!). Have a lovely holiday! Characters created by JK Rowling. ~Harlecat
CHAPTER ELEVEN
On September twenty-ninth, on his way from Care of Magical Creatures to the library, Draco ran straight into Luna Lovegood.
"Are you alright?" he asked, offering a hand. She didn't reply, or even look at him. She was concentrating on a sheet of paper in her hands. "My bad."
"Oh, it's entirely my fault. I was to busy looking at this flyer Seamus and Ginny made for us."
"Us?"
"Oh, yes, us. Our band, that is."
Draco tilted his head, wondering what she was talking about. "You have a band?"
"Yes. Neville, Ginny and I. We're playing at the Three Broomsticks on the next Hogsmeade weekend. We're putting up flyers. We're still looking for a singer though." She squinted at him. "Do you sing?"
Draco took an involuntary step back.
"You seem like you'd be good at it. One of those voices, you know what I mean? And you can be surprisingly poetic. I found thing you'd written once... It was very good."
Draco was suddenly very sweaty and hot. She didn't know about his notebook, did she? He was the only one who knew about his notebook. And… even he barely even used it. Only for stupid notes and doodles, and things that didn't really matter.
"I don't-"
"Hmm. Come with me." Luna grabbed him by the arm and dragged him up into the castle, up several flights of stairs, and to an unfamiliar door. He protested and struggled the whole way. "Luckily the Room of Requirement still works, we've been using it for practice." She pushed the door open, letting go of Draco, who ran in the other direction. Luna grabbed him again and pushed him in, following after. Ginny was sitting on a stool talking to Neville, who was leaning on a drum set. They turned in surprise when Luna cleared her throat. Draco glanced around. The room looked a it singed, but seemed to have recovered from the war.
"I have found our lead singer," Luna announced. Neville dropped one of his drumsticks, but Ginny only furrowed her brow.
"Can he sing?"
"No!" Draco shouted at the same time Luna said "Yes. Myrtle's heard him in the showers."
Draco turned red, then white, then a color somewhere between green and yellow. Then hid his head in his hands. Draco peeked through his fingers nervously, wondering if it was too late to learn one of those spells that turns you invisible.
Neville, seeing his discomfort, grinned wickedly. "Malfoy, show us your stuff."
"I don't sing!"
Ginny smirked. "Well, you do now. This is your official audition. Sing God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs."
"God rest ye merry hippogriffs, let nothing-"
"No," Ginny stopped him. "Actually sing, like you're singing for someone."
"I don't-"
"Pretend you're singing a song you wrote for Hermione."
Draco turned a sickly shade of green. "F-fine." he stammered, and closed his eyes. Why am I doing this? I'm just going to make a fool of myself. "God rest ye merry hippogriffs..."
When he opened his eyes, Ginny and Luna were beaming at him, and Neville was nodding his head.
"He can write songs for us, too." Luna said proudly. "I've read his poems." she turned to Draco. "We were just going to sing some classics, but now you can write for us!"
"What?"
"Please?" Ginny said.
"Pretty please?"
"It'll impress Hermione," Neville said. "Girls like it when guys are, you know, musical and sensitive."
Draco shook his head as rapidly as he could. "I don't sing. Or write. Or... join bands."
"Well," Neville said. "I don't know what the hell you call that thing you just did, then."
Draco glared at him. Stop defending me!
"If you don't," Ginny added. "I'll hex you to tomorrow."
"Fine. But you each have to get me a Christmas present."
"My mum'll knit you a genuine Weasley sweater. Now, let's practice. And someone better tell Seamus we don't need a temporary lead anymore. And by the way," she smiled slyly and Draco. "I know Hermione's favoritist song. Ever. Here's how it goes."
