Draco Malfoy sat in the stands at the final
Quidditch game of the season. Gryffindor verses Hufflepuff.
Naturally, Slytherin would've
been
out there, if it, err, weren't for his injury.
That's it. Injury.
Nevertheless, he wasn't rooting for Hufflepuff, and Hell no! Not
Gryffindor! What an insult!
This wasn't going to suffice as a 'learning experience' or anything.
He just wanted to find something else to tease Weasley about.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named knows he's used their poverty, many children,
and his new girlfriend, Hermione Granger way too many times.
"GOYLE! About time! Sit
down! Sit down! Nott! Get your
bum over here! Yes, I know I used
to hate you, but we're practically family!"
Draco called to his Slytherin- well; 'friends' wasn't the word.
Posse, maybe..
Load up on guns and
bring your friends
It's
fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Yes, this was the life; I'm a fifteen-year-old teenage dirt bag.
Oh! That should be
the name of a song. Maybe
I'll get rich off it. Oh well, at
least I'm a hot one. Look at those
girls, they're all checking me out! Hell-o
Pansy! Draco
thought. He had his hands behind
his head and was throwing snide and inappropriate words at the players.
Hello,
hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato an albino
A mosquito my libido
yay
"OH MY GAWD! LOOK AT
WEASLEY! I CANT BELIEVE HE MISSED
THAT ONE!" Malfoy called.
"Um.. He actually caught it." Crabbe corrected him, which was a no-no.
"You must've blinked. You
know, that happens to me all the time. Once
I was-"
"SHUT UP! Gawd!
Yeah, 'and once at band camp'!" Malfoy
imitated.
"What? You went to band
camp? Ooh! Me too, I played the
flute." Nott asked.
"It's a Muggle Movie, gawd!"
"Find a new word!" Goyle yelled. "Like,
like, like…"
"Bugger off!"
"Yeah!"
I'm
worse at what I do best
and for this gift I feel blessed
our little group has always been
and always will until the end
"WEASLEY CAN'T CATCH! WEASLEY CAN'T CATCH! BAAH! I BET YOU COULDN'T
CATCH A QUAFFLE IF IT DANCED THE FOX TROT IN FRONT OF YA!" Malfoy chanted.
"Sod off!" Ron yelled and made a gesture at him.
"Language Weasley." And he followed it up with something very loud that
made McGongall kick him out.
Hello,
hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato an albino
A mosquito my libido
yay
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm taking twenty points off Slytherin for assault of the
Gryffindor Keeper. And another
twenty for disrupting a Quidditch match."
She snapped. Leaving him alone with Professor Snape.
"Don't worry," he said frantically.
"I'll just take forty points off Potter and we'll be even."
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard it's hard to find
Oh well whatever never mind
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato an albino
A mosquito my libido
A denial
A/N- Flames will be used in a concert of mine.
