A/N—Warning, if you are a HP fan, DO NOT READ!!!!! I am not the biggest Harry lover in the world and I feel no guilt for what I do to him. By the way, this makes absolutely NO sense what so ever, not even to me… and I wrote it. All I know is it is about Draco. Thank you and enjoy.
Disclaimer—I do not own Harry Potter. It is the property of Warner Bros., Scholastic, and J.K. Rowling. The song belongs to… someone else. Don McLean originally wrote it, but this is more a parody of The Saga Begins by Weird Al Yankovich.
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A long, long time ago (not really)
I can still remember
The day that I first met him
We were in his room alone
Toiling on a long project
For Transfiguration
But, when his hand touched mine it made me shiver
And the thought that was delivered
Should I go for it?
Or should I just ignore it?
I don't remember if I cried
I can't be sure 'cause I nearly died
But I know I heard the marching band
The day he touched my hand
-- long pause --
Chorus
O, my, my, this here Draco guy
Maybe blonde but he's not dumb
He's a really nice guy
He stood up for me and slapped his mum
Saying, "Stop it now! I've got a bomb!"
"Stop it now! I've got a bomb!"
Did you write the book of making out?
And why didn't God give Pansy a snout?
If she's such a dog?
And do you believe in the super bowl?
Can Draco save your mortal soul?
And, can you teach Harry how to dance at all?
Well you know that he's in love with me
'Cause you saw us dancing in the hall at 3
We both kicked off our shoes
Now maybe Potter will use them as clues
Potter's a lonely teenage loser nut
With a pink carnation and a really big butt
But, he knew that he was out of luck
The day he touched my hand
I started singing
Chorus
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And Potter's on the cover of Rolling Stone
About every month
And when he sang for the Queen of England
In a coat that he borrowed in New Zealand
And a voice that came from Don McLean
And while the Queen was looking 'round
Potter got up and stole her favorite crown
He tried to take it that night
But he never got in flight
'Cause the Queen had his broom shot down
And Potter fell all the way to the ground
And it made me remember again
The day he touched my hand
Potter was singing
Chorus
Nutter Butters and a rose cutter
Face behind a closed shutter
Potter's 8 miles high and falling fast
And when he hit the ground at last
The players tried for a forward pass
They ran him over and put him in a cast
And at half time Draco was hurting from laughter
All around the crowd was a disaster
We all got up to shout
"Potter, you eat sour crout!"
Then the players dragged him off the field
But Potter tried to refuse to yield
I remember what was revealed
The day he touched my hand
I was singing
Chorus
And then we were all in the same place
My mind was sort of lost in space
With Draco by my side, who needs me there?
So come on, Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Potter's gone and sat on your candle stick
'Cause his fame is finally adding up
And as I watched him walk off to the asylum
My hands were clenched in fists triumph
No devil born in heaven
Could make a living in Cleveland
So I sat there hand in hand
With my boy who was in the band
And I told him he was here because
Draco touched my hand
He started singing
Chorus
I met a girl who sand the blues
And gave her some money for singing lessons
'Cause she was really bad
And I went down to the forest floor
Where I'd been with Draco years before
But the centaur made me leave
And in the streets the miserable singed
The lovers quarreled and the poets went on strike
Yet no silence was heard of
The steaks were all burned up
And the man that I admired most
Went to the asylum and killed Potter
The gave him the last bill for the water
The day he touched my hand
He was singing
Chorus(x2)
A/N—told you it made absolutely no sense. O well, R&R!!!
