Once Harry got out of the shower he put on his pajamas (?) and got in
his bed. When he turned off the light he got yelled at by the still
shadow boxing Draco who could no longer see his shadow. (You monkey
loser on a penguin's doormat!) Once Draco was finished Harry fell
asleep after only five minutes in his comfy bed (...and visions of
sugar plums danced the funky chicken in his head...) Naw, Just playin'
actually he had a nightmare about the whole *crazy Draco* thing.
But Draco on the other hand could not sleep...'Shit this sucks,' he thought trying to fall asleep, 'I mean that stupid gay ass lil' potter actually thinks he's the superior one around here, shit, somethin' has to be done about that...' Draco continued to think...and think...and think...
By three o'clock the next morning he decided to continue confusing Harry until he could come up with something better. (Clever guy huh?)
Harry woke up the next morning to find Draco staring at him, Harry sighed and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't still a victim of his own nightmare, but soon realize that the whole situation was a LIVING nightmare and ignored a still staring Draco. Both Harry and Draco were to start their classes in three days and Harry couldn't wait, it was his chance to see Ron and Hermione again, AND get a little space from Draco, which was an EXTREMELY LARGE bonus. Though he would have all of the same classes as Draco, he could actually have a chance to talk to other people...you know...the ones who aren't *crazy*
Harry looked back at Draco who was staring...and staring...not even blinking an eye...okay he blinked but hey it's just a small detail...then suddenly Draco stood up and walked out of the room. Harry sat there baffled and confused before shrugging his shoulders and going back to bed.
Draco on the other hand (or foot if you swing that way) was on his way to the Great hall to see his fellow Slytherins at breakfast... he got his food and sat down with Crabbe and Goyle...
"HEY! I ordered a cheeseburger!" he exclaimed looking at his breakfast oddly.
"Draco cut the shit...what's been goin' on with you...when you coming to class?" Goyle asked.
"GOYLE?" Draco asked shocked that he had finished a sentence with few grammatical errors and not getting a HUGE headache.
"OWWWWIE...MY HEAD!!!" Goyle yelled in pain. (oops...spoke too soon!)
Draco sighed and ate his breakfast, told Crabbe and Goyle a little bit of what was going on, and then took them up to his new room to continue with his *latest plan* Harry woke up for the second time that morning and almost had a heart attack when he found Draco, Crabbe, AND Goyle all staring at him...pinched himself again...just to make sure...then sighed and tried to ignore them. Key words: He TRIED to ignore them, but it just didn't work...especially when the started throwing exploding peanuts at him and said things like "Man this zoo is NOTHING like it used to be!"
"THAT'S IT!" Harry yelled, "GET OUT!" He pushed them out the door while screaming about no privacy and how much he hated the Eminem song, "White America" (he was still half asleep)
Draco was shocked as he watched Harry calmly walk back to his bed and try to fall asleep. A smirk worked it's way onto Dracos pale face...he began to hum...humhumhumhum...humhumhumhumhumhumhum...then sing softly... White America little Eric looks just like this...then louder... WHITE AMERICA ERICA LOVES MY SHIT...I GO TO TRL, LOOK HOW MANY HUGS I GET...then rap...Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like
Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass
helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?...
Harry pulled the pillow over his ears and let out a muffled scream... White America... ...See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope) All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot
shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for... White AMERICA... Draco continued until Harry grunted, looked up and said, "You know he's a MUGGLE right?" then smiled as Draco stopped singing and got a very sour expression on his face...
A peaceful quiet settled over the room as Draco contemplated whether he should dishonor his beliefs just to make Harry go crazy or not...he decided against it and sat in silence until...
"achuuuu!" Harry let out a HUGE sneeze, Draco suddenly got a look of horror on his face and got up and ran into the closet, Harry sat confused and eyed the closet until Draco came out twenty minutes later.
"I have a question Draco." Harry stated.
"Well...Fire your cannons. ARRGG!" Draco replied sounding like a pirate.
"mmmmmmk..." Harry started, "Why do you know all of the words to a muggle artist?"
Draco look shocked at the question and struggled with an explanation..."Oh COME ON POTTER...don't tell me you've never listened to Voldemort's CD!"
"Voldemort has a CD?" Harry asked baffled.
Draco sighed and pulled out a rather funny looking CD player and CD. He pushed play and music filled the air...at least if you could call it music...it was all about how much he hated his mum, dad, ex wife, (sound familiar?) and of course Harry Potter...
Harry stared shocked as the tune and words of that song changed to "V to the olde- M to the ort! I'm guilty, he who does not feel, me is not real to me, and will soon cease to exist, I'll do AVADA KEDAVRA on you, son of a bitch!"
"Well then..." Harry said as Draco pushed stop and laughed.
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But Draco on the other hand could not sleep...'Shit this sucks,' he thought trying to fall asleep, 'I mean that stupid gay ass lil' potter actually thinks he's the superior one around here, shit, somethin' has to be done about that...' Draco continued to think...and think...and think...
By three o'clock the next morning he decided to continue confusing Harry until he could come up with something better. (Clever guy huh?)
Harry woke up the next morning to find Draco staring at him, Harry sighed and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't still a victim of his own nightmare, but soon realize that the whole situation was a LIVING nightmare and ignored a still staring Draco. Both Harry and Draco were to start their classes in three days and Harry couldn't wait, it was his chance to see Ron and Hermione again, AND get a little space from Draco, which was an EXTREMELY LARGE bonus. Though he would have all of the same classes as Draco, he could actually have a chance to talk to other people...you know...the ones who aren't *crazy*
Harry looked back at Draco who was staring...and staring...not even blinking an eye...okay he blinked but hey it's just a small detail...then suddenly Draco stood up and walked out of the room. Harry sat there baffled and confused before shrugging his shoulders and going back to bed.
Draco on the other hand (or foot if you swing that way) was on his way to the Great hall to see his fellow Slytherins at breakfast... he got his food and sat down with Crabbe and Goyle...
"HEY! I ordered a cheeseburger!" he exclaimed looking at his breakfast oddly.
"Draco cut the shit...what's been goin' on with you...when you coming to class?" Goyle asked.
"GOYLE?" Draco asked shocked that he had finished a sentence with few grammatical errors and not getting a HUGE headache.
"OWWWWIE...MY HEAD!!!" Goyle yelled in pain. (oops...spoke too soon!)
Draco sighed and ate his breakfast, told Crabbe and Goyle a little bit of what was going on, and then took them up to his new room to continue with his *latest plan* Harry woke up for the second time that morning and almost had a heart attack when he found Draco, Crabbe, AND Goyle all staring at him...pinched himself again...just to make sure...then sighed and tried to ignore them. Key words: He TRIED to ignore them, but it just didn't work...especially when the started throwing exploding peanuts at him and said things like "Man this zoo is NOTHING like it used to be!"
"THAT'S IT!" Harry yelled, "GET OUT!" He pushed them out the door while screaming about no privacy and how much he hated the Eminem song, "White America" (he was still half asleep)
Draco was shocked as he watched Harry calmly walk back to his bed and try to fall asleep. A smirk worked it's way onto Dracos pale face...he began to hum...humhumhumhum...humhumhumhumhumhumhum...then sing softly... White America little Eric looks just like this...then louder... WHITE AMERICA ERICA LOVES MY SHIT...I GO TO TRL, LOOK HOW MANY HUGS I GET...then rap...Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like
Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass
helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?...
Harry pulled the pillow over his ears and let out a muffled scream... White America... ...See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope) All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot
shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for... White AMERICA... Draco continued until Harry grunted, looked up and said, "You know he's a MUGGLE right?" then smiled as Draco stopped singing and got a very sour expression on his face...
A peaceful quiet settled over the room as Draco contemplated whether he should dishonor his beliefs just to make Harry go crazy or not...he decided against it and sat in silence until...
"achuuuu!" Harry let out a HUGE sneeze, Draco suddenly got a look of horror on his face and got up and ran into the closet, Harry sat confused and eyed the closet until Draco came out twenty minutes later.
"I have a question Draco." Harry stated.
"Well...Fire your cannons. ARRGG!" Draco replied sounding like a pirate.
"mmmmmmk..." Harry started, "Why do you know all of the words to a muggle artist?"
Draco look shocked at the question and struggled with an explanation..."Oh COME ON POTTER...don't tell me you've never listened to Voldemort's CD!"
"Voldemort has a CD?" Harry asked baffled.
Draco sighed and pulled out a rather funny looking CD player and CD. He pushed play and music filled the air...at least if you could call it music...it was all about how much he hated his mum, dad, ex wife, (sound familiar?) and of course Harry Potter...
Harry stared shocked as the tune and words of that song changed to "V to the olde- M to the ort! I'm guilty, he who does not feel, me is not real to me, and will soon cease to exist, I'll do AVADA KEDAVRA on you, son of a bitch!"
"Well then..." Harry said as Draco pushed stop and laughed.
I'M SOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SOOOOO LONG!!! PLEASE forgive me and I PROMISE to update more frequently from now on! BUT PLEASE REVIEW!!! If you flame make it constructive!!! AND THANX SO MUCH TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!!! Luvs yas!! Buh byez!