Disclaimer- In the past couple of days, I still have not received the power of owning Harry Potter. :) I wish.
A/N- Sorry about my mistake about the Three Broomsticks...if anyone noticed. They are at the Leaky Cauldron now, k? This chapter will make much more sense if you wait. :) Is it not sad that the longer it takes me to get reviews, the more motivated I am to work for them? But if I don't get at least one review for any chapter other than chapter one...I can stop...put it off for about a month...Oh but it's so cool seeing your work up on the site!
REVIEW EVIL MONKEYS, REVIEW! Though it might help if you read it first! LOL
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Chapter 4-
Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind the shelves of robes. He had forgotten to bring his old robes back with him so that they could be sold. As much as Draco despised it, Lucius Malfoy pinched his pennies unlike any other man alive. Draco would have literally lost his head had he even tried to go home without the robes.
When he had entered the shop, the voices of Harry and Ron fighting caused a sensation that couldn't be explained to creep up his spine. He ducked behind a shelving unit for the sole purpose of eavesdropping. When the two left, his silver-gray eyes had followed behind them, making sure they were gone before he came into sight again.
As he brushed off the dirt that had gathered on his old robes, the conversation between Ron and Harry danced in his mind. 'Weasley and Potter sure have a problem. Both after the same girl...' Draco thought with a smirk, standing and heading for the door. He had to laugh at that. The trio seemed to be getting themselves into more trouble as each year went by.
Draco stepped out of Madame Malkins and into the Quidditch shop for a short look. He wandered around the store, absentmindedly pulling things off of shelves and putting them back again. A large stand was resting in the corner of the shop, with a sign hanging overhead. The sign read: MUGGLE MUSIC THAT WORKS AROUND MAGIC (AND ON YOUR BROOM)! Curious, Draco walked over to look at the items on the stand. They were foreign to him, which was frustrating. He grabbed one and payed for it, leaving the store quickly before anyone could see him purchasing a muggle item.
Draco sat on a bench outside the Quidditch shop and opened his new object. "Well, it's a good thing they come with instructions," he muttered as he placed the earphones in his ears. A button reading "Press Me" was on the front, and suddenly he had voices singing at him. Draco jumped, scared out of his mind. Reading the instruction cover again, he learned it was what muggles called a radio, and that he could change the type of music he wanted with the press of a button. Completely dumbfounded by it, Draco continued reading the manual. In it were guidelines saying what number on the tiny screen gave what music, and suggestions as to what age group would like which one. In the end, Draco settled on the third station it gave. He listened to the announcer; a song was coming on. "This is Matchbox Twenty, with Disease."
~Feels like you made a mistake, you made somebody's heart break,
But now I have to let you go, I have to let you go.
You left a stain on every one of my good days,
But I am stronger than you know, I have to let you go.
No one's ever turned you over, no one's tried to ever let you down,
Beautiful girl, bless your heart.~
~I got a disease, deep inside me,
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I can't live without you.
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it, keep your distance from it,
Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease.~
~Feels like you're making a mess, you're hell on wheels in a black dress,
You drove me to the fire and left me there to burn.
Every little thing you do is tragic, all my life, oh was magic,
Beautiful girl, I can't breathe.~
~I got a disease, deep inside me,
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I can't live without you.
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it, keep your distance from it,
Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease.~
~I think that I'm sick,
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me.
You taste like honey, honey, tell me can I be your honey, be, be strong,
Keep telling myself it that won't take long til I'm free of my disease.
Yeah well free of my disease, free of my disease.
~I got a disease, deep inside me,
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I can't live without you.
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it, keep your distance from it,
Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease.~
~I think that I'm sick,
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me.
You taste like honey, honey, tell me can I be your honey, be, be strong,
Keep telling myself it that won't take long til I'm free of my disease.
Yeah well free of my disease, free of my disease.~
"Matchbox Twenty with Disease," the announcer repeated at the end of the song, and Draco ripped out the ear phones. He found the song to be stupid and pointless. Why was he rambling on about a disease? None of it made any sense. "This was a real waste of money," Draco sighed. But he hid it in his robe anyway, figuring he might as well keep it since he had paid for it.
Draco walked over to meet his father, grumbling about his wasted purchase all the way.
A/N- Sorry about my mistake about the Three Broomsticks...if anyone noticed. They are at the Leaky Cauldron now, k? This chapter will make much more sense if you wait. :) Is it not sad that the longer it takes me to get reviews, the more motivated I am to work for them? But if I don't get at least one review for any chapter other than chapter one...I can stop...put it off for about a month...Oh but it's so cool seeing your work up on the site!
REVIEW EVIL MONKEYS, REVIEW! Though it might help if you read it first! LOL
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 4-
Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind the shelves of robes. He had forgotten to bring his old robes back with him so that they could be sold. As much as Draco despised it, Lucius Malfoy pinched his pennies unlike any other man alive. Draco would have literally lost his head had he even tried to go home without the robes.
When he had entered the shop, the voices of Harry and Ron fighting caused a sensation that couldn't be explained to creep up his spine. He ducked behind a shelving unit for the sole purpose of eavesdropping. When the two left, his silver-gray eyes had followed behind them, making sure they were gone before he came into sight again.
As he brushed off the dirt that had gathered on his old robes, the conversation between Ron and Harry danced in his mind. 'Weasley and Potter sure have a problem. Both after the same girl...' Draco thought with a smirk, standing and heading for the door. He had to laugh at that. The trio seemed to be getting themselves into more trouble as each year went by.
Draco stepped out of Madame Malkins and into the Quidditch shop for a short look. He wandered around the store, absentmindedly pulling things off of shelves and putting them back again. A large stand was resting in the corner of the shop, with a sign hanging overhead. The sign read: MUGGLE MUSIC THAT WORKS AROUND MAGIC (AND ON YOUR BROOM)! Curious, Draco walked over to look at the items on the stand. They were foreign to him, which was frustrating. He grabbed one and payed for it, leaving the store quickly before anyone could see him purchasing a muggle item.
Draco sat on a bench outside the Quidditch shop and opened his new object. "Well, it's a good thing they come with instructions," he muttered as he placed the earphones in his ears. A button reading "Press Me" was on the front, and suddenly he had voices singing at him. Draco jumped, scared out of his mind. Reading the instruction cover again, he learned it was what muggles called a radio, and that he could change the type of music he wanted with the press of a button. Completely dumbfounded by it, Draco continued reading the manual. In it were guidelines saying what number on the tiny screen gave what music, and suggestions as to what age group would like which one. In the end, Draco settled on the third station it gave. He listened to the announcer; a song was coming on. "This is Matchbox Twenty, with Disease."
~Feels like you made a mistake, you made somebody's heart break,
But now I have to let you go, I have to let you go.
You left a stain on every one of my good days,
But I am stronger than you know, I have to let you go.
No one's ever turned you over, no one's tried to ever let you down,
Beautiful girl, bless your heart.~
~I got a disease, deep inside me,
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I can't live without you.
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it, keep your distance from it,
Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease.~
~Feels like you're making a mess, you're hell on wheels in a black dress,
You drove me to the fire and left me there to burn.
Every little thing you do is tragic, all my life, oh was magic,
Beautiful girl, I can't breathe.~
~I got a disease, deep inside me,
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I can't live without you.
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it, keep your distance from it,
Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease.~
~I think that I'm sick,
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me.
You taste like honey, honey, tell me can I be your honey, be, be strong,
Keep telling myself it that won't take long til I'm free of my disease.
Yeah well free of my disease, free of my disease.
~I got a disease, deep inside me,
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I can't live without you.
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it, keep your distance from it,
Don't pay no attention to me, I got a disease.~
~I think that I'm sick,
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me.
You taste like honey, honey, tell me can I be your honey, be, be strong,
Keep telling myself it that won't take long til I'm free of my disease.
Yeah well free of my disease, free of my disease.~
"Matchbox Twenty with Disease," the announcer repeated at the end of the song, and Draco ripped out the ear phones. He found the song to be stupid and pointless. Why was he rambling on about a disease? None of it made any sense. "This was a real waste of money," Draco sighed. But he hid it in his robe anyway, figuring he might as well keep it since he had paid for it.
Draco walked over to meet his father, grumbling about his wasted purchase all the way.