There was something wrong with his previous outburst, though damned if he could figure out what it was. Could be something about the fact that he'd never even *heard* that song before and suddenly had known the words and .. Draco grimaced - the hip movements to it. Though they had garnered quite a following. He glanced out from under his lashes at the cluster of girls around him - meeting their eyes would result in shrieking louder than a Weasley's Howler, he'd learned that the hard way a few minutes ago. Speaking of Weasleys, what had possessed him to insinuate he wanted to kiss the littlest one? He KNEW Father would kill him if Pansy reported. Or he did now. How had he forgotten? It'd been a fact of life since he was 5 - involve yourself with muggle-lovers and suffer the consequences.
There was something very fishy going on here.
Suddenly all logical thoughts & memories of his own musical interlude were forced out of Draco's head by the chords of a new song. "Oh baby, baby," He was somewhat surprised to find Pansy behind him, her tongue flicking at his ear. "How was I supposed to know."
But he covered it well, his face relaxing into it's normal scowl, any remaining Michael Jackson urges firmly suppressed. "That something wasn't right here.." She easily backbended across his lap, dark hair spilling down the leather pants and one hand snuck up the front of his robes - carelessly thrown back over his earlier attire - her hand tightened on the collar. "Oh baby baby.. I shouldn't have let you go-o."
"'Go-O'?" He questioned, one eyebrow lifted. "And Parkinson, you're scaring me." Draco was less than pleased to see all of his other fans backing up quickly. Not that he blamed them - she did look rather unbalanced.
"And now you're out of sight, yeah." She hissed, shooting a glare of death at the youngest Weasley from her perch on Draco's lap. Irritated as he was, Draco almost chuckled as the girl turned the same color as her hair and attempted to disappear behind a pyramid of oranges. And then he realized Pansy was extremely close to his lips.
"Show me how you want it to be." Her eyes narrowed as she jerked away. "Tell me baby, cause I need to know now.." v "Oh because.." "Oh because.." Draco cursed. The Patil girls were acting as backup.
From across the hall Ron's jaw dropped and throughly disgruntled, he muttered something along the lines of "Lucky prat." Hermione smacked him.
Pansy flipped her hair in a decidedly diva-like manner and attempted to saunter away. It didn't work well. "My loneliness is killing me.."
"Yay?" Ginny muttered under-her-breath and then kicked herself mentally. Not that I care or anything.
"I must confess, I still believe.." Pansy was back in front of Draco, the twins balancing imaginary hula-hoops in unison behind her. "When I'm not with you I lose my mind."
"That would be assuming you had one to lose." Draco pointed out, much to the amusement of what was left of his admirers. She shot him a dirty look and balanced her own make-believe hula-hoop.
"Give me a sign..."
"Oh, I could, but you wouldn't like it much." He mused, tossing an apple from one hand to the other absently. Which is not to say that he wasn't watching. He was seventeen. And that whole hoop thing was rather intriging.
"Hit me baby, one more time!"
But not intriguing enough to warrant the "hit" she wanted. He wasn't familiar with American muggle-slang - which that obviously was, judging from the ridiculous factor, but there was no mistaking the look in her eye. He'd seen it far too often for his stomach's comfort.
But he was saved from having to respond by a new song cuing up... this one with an irritatingly persistant drum warmup.