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Draco's POV
On Monday morning I slowly got out of bed. I could faintly hear music coming from the room next to mine. Yet I knew the music must be loud if I could hear it.
I stretched and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a clean robe and put it on. Then grabbing my gel, I walked in front of my mirror. I was thinking of a new hairstyle. The old one was getting kinda boring, but then I looked at my watch and saw that I had ten minutes to get downstairs for breakfast and decided I'd try it another day.
Grabbing my books I raced through the halls for the Slytherin table. Everyone was talking to one another and they were all enjoying their breakfast when Darla entered the dining hall. It suddenly became quiet and she stood there searching for Hermione, when she felt everyone's eyes on her. Hermione wasn't in the hall. I'd seen her the day before and she looked a little sick.
"Darla! Over here." I called.
She smiled when she saw me and walked over to me. I could hear all the whispers. Who is she? What is she doing here? What is she wearing? I saw she was wearing a red T-shirt, and black jeans. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and I could faintly see that she wore lip-gloss.
"Hey." She greeted me as she sat down.
It was at that moment that Dumbledore stood up and raised his hands. The chattering stopped and the crowd fell silent. Everyone listened anxiously for Dumbledore's words.
"Quiet down everyone. As you all have noticed, we have a young lady here today whom you haven't seen before. Her name is Darla Miller, and she will be helping you all in your muggle studies class. We thought bringing in a muggle would help you all understand things better and appreciate them far more. A young man will also be arriving today. He will be helping too. I expect you all to be very kind and treat them with the generosity and respect you show your friends. Enjoy your day. That'll be all." He announced.
All eyes turned our way and several people came up to talk to her. They were introducing themselves and asking many questions. She tried her best to answer them all, but we had two minutes to get to class so I grabbed her hand and led her to muggle studies.
"Sorry about that. I had to get you through there so you could get to class." I apologized as I let go of her hand.
"Thanks. I'll see you later." She waved and entered the class, while I hurried on to mine.
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I walked into my next class, muggle studies, and sat in my usual front row seat. Darla was holding a few items in her hands that I hadn't seen before. She set them in her desk and pulled out new ones. I recognized them from the other night. I never was told what they do though. They were square like, plastic, and had various pictures and titles on them.
"Good morning class. Over the next three weeks we will be studying muggle music. Today Darla has volunteered to bring in a few CD's from her own stash." Mrs. Marcus smiled.
Instantly five hands shot up. I looked across the room and Weasley was waving his hand around like a lunatic. His face was turning red and he was squealing. Mrs. Marcus shook her head and told them to save the questions for the very end of class.
"There are many different types of music. There's rock, classical, jazz, pop, punk, rap, alternative, and many others. There is no way we will be able to cover all of them. So we will listen to the ones Darla has with her." Mrs. Marcus explained.
"To be able to do this, I would like you all to transfigure your pencils into this object. It is called a CD player. Please take the time to do that now." She instructed.
It took me two tries, but I got it. I then glanced around the class to see how everyone else was doing. Potter already had it. He was helping Weasley with his. Pansy was in the back staring at me dreamily. Neville was having a difficult time. Instead of turning his pencil into a CD player, he had turned it into a frog!
"Now that most of you have it." She started, then gave us all the instructions.
We were given a list of groups to listen to and then at the end of the day we would pick a song and we would be given an assignment for it. I listened to P.O.D. I like "Youth of the Nation," and " Satellite." I didn't particularly like Michelle Branch. I liked the meaning of the songs, but the actual songs themselves didn't sound too good to me. I liked Shakira's "Whenever Wherever" and Sum 41's "Still Waiting".
At the end I picked "Unwanted" by Avril Lavigne. I don't know exactly why, but I felt a little connected to it. I guess I just understood it. At the end of Class Mrs. Marcus announced that the songs we picked we would be working with. We had to give a reason why we picked the song, then see if it relates to any part of your life, and explain why. We had three minutes to copy down the song and then two sheets of parchment were due on Wednesday.
On my way out of class I realized we had a ten-minute break. I stayed back a minute and talked to Darla. She was very nervous. She didn't want everyone to listen to her music, because she didn't want people judging her by her music. I understood, but I was glad she brought it. I liked her music. Not all of it was good, but for the most part I liked it.
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Draco's Paper on his song
The song "Unwanted" feels like I could have written it. I understand the song. It is saying that people don't even get to know you. People judge you, and they push you away without a second glance. You feel so unloved and neglected. People just look at you and decide that they don't like you.
I've always had that feeling. Not many people really know me. As soon as people hear that my last name is Malfoy they shut me out of their lives and automatically decide that I'm just like my father. He is a cruel, back stabbing, lying, cheating, murderer. I may be arrogant and a pain in the ass at times, but I'm not my father. I will never be my father.
I get so angry when people judge me by my last name. You hear people saying how they hate all the predjudicy in this world, yet they treat you like dirt because of your family. As much as it happens to me, I never get used to it. It hurts because no one really knows you. They don't care. No one knows what I like and dislike. No one ever bothered to try and treat me any differently. Hopefully that will one day change.
A/N: So what do you guys think? Constructive criticism is more then welcome, but no flamers please.
Draco's POV
On Monday morning I slowly got out of bed. I could faintly hear music coming from the room next to mine. Yet I knew the music must be loud if I could hear it.
I stretched and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a clean robe and put it on. Then grabbing my gel, I walked in front of my mirror. I was thinking of a new hairstyle. The old one was getting kinda boring, but then I looked at my watch and saw that I had ten minutes to get downstairs for breakfast and decided I'd try it another day.
Grabbing my books I raced through the halls for the Slytherin table. Everyone was talking to one another and they were all enjoying their breakfast when Darla entered the dining hall. It suddenly became quiet and she stood there searching for Hermione, when she felt everyone's eyes on her. Hermione wasn't in the hall. I'd seen her the day before and she looked a little sick.
"Darla! Over here." I called.
She smiled when she saw me and walked over to me. I could hear all the whispers. Who is she? What is she doing here? What is she wearing? I saw she was wearing a red T-shirt, and black jeans. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and I could faintly see that she wore lip-gloss.
"Hey." She greeted me as she sat down.
It was at that moment that Dumbledore stood up and raised his hands. The chattering stopped and the crowd fell silent. Everyone listened anxiously for Dumbledore's words.
"Quiet down everyone. As you all have noticed, we have a young lady here today whom you haven't seen before. Her name is Darla Miller, and she will be helping you all in your muggle studies class. We thought bringing in a muggle would help you all understand things better and appreciate them far more. A young man will also be arriving today. He will be helping too. I expect you all to be very kind and treat them with the generosity and respect you show your friends. Enjoy your day. That'll be all." He announced.
All eyes turned our way and several people came up to talk to her. They were introducing themselves and asking many questions. She tried her best to answer them all, but we had two minutes to get to class so I grabbed her hand and led her to muggle studies.
"Sorry about that. I had to get you through there so you could get to class." I apologized as I let go of her hand.
"Thanks. I'll see you later." She waved and entered the class, while I hurried on to mine.
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I walked into my next class, muggle studies, and sat in my usual front row seat. Darla was holding a few items in her hands that I hadn't seen before. She set them in her desk and pulled out new ones. I recognized them from the other night. I never was told what they do though. They were square like, plastic, and had various pictures and titles on them.
"Good morning class. Over the next three weeks we will be studying muggle music. Today Darla has volunteered to bring in a few CD's from her own stash." Mrs. Marcus smiled.
Instantly five hands shot up. I looked across the room and Weasley was waving his hand around like a lunatic. His face was turning red and he was squealing. Mrs. Marcus shook her head and told them to save the questions for the very end of class.
"There are many different types of music. There's rock, classical, jazz, pop, punk, rap, alternative, and many others. There is no way we will be able to cover all of them. So we will listen to the ones Darla has with her." Mrs. Marcus explained.
"To be able to do this, I would like you all to transfigure your pencils into this object. It is called a CD player. Please take the time to do that now." She instructed.
It took me two tries, but I got it. I then glanced around the class to see how everyone else was doing. Potter already had it. He was helping Weasley with his. Pansy was in the back staring at me dreamily. Neville was having a difficult time. Instead of turning his pencil into a CD player, he had turned it into a frog!
"Now that most of you have it." She started, then gave us all the instructions.
We were given a list of groups to listen to and then at the end of the day we would pick a song and we would be given an assignment for it. I listened to P.O.D. I like "Youth of the Nation," and " Satellite." I didn't particularly like Michelle Branch. I liked the meaning of the songs, but the actual songs themselves didn't sound too good to me. I liked Shakira's "Whenever Wherever" and Sum 41's "Still Waiting".
At the end I picked "Unwanted" by Avril Lavigne. I don't know exactly why, but I felt a little connected to it. I guess I just understood it. At the end of Class Mrs. Marcus announced that the songs we picked we would be working with. We had to give a reason why we picked the song, then see if it relates to any part of your life, and explain why. We had three minutes to copy down the song and then two sheets of parchment were due on Wednesday.
On my way out of class I realized we had a ten-minute break. I stayed back a minute and talked to Darla. She was very nervous. She didn't want everyone to listen to her music, because she didn't want people judging her by her music. I understood, but I was glad she brought it. I liked her music. Not all of it was good, but for the most part I liked it.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Draco's Paper on his song
The song "Unwanted" feels like I could have written it. I understand the song. It is saying that people don't even get to know you. People judge you, and they push you away without a second glance. You feel so unloved and neglected. People just look at you and decide that they don't like you.
I've always had that feeling. Not many people really know me. As soon as people hear that my last name is Malfoy they shut me out of their lives and automatically decide that I'm just like my father. He is a cruel, back stabbing, lying, cheating, murderer. I may be arrogant and a pain in the ass at times, but I'm not my father. I will never be my father.
I get so angry when people judge me by my last name. You hear people saying how they hate all the predjudicy in this world, yet they treat you like dirt because of your family. As much as it happens to me, I never get used to it. It hurts because no one really knows you. They don't care. No one knows what I like and dislike. No one ever bothered to try and treat me any differently. Hopefully that will one day change.
A/N: So what do you guys think? Constructive criticism is more then welcome, but no flamers please.