*comes back from being glomped and kissed* Wheehoo! *big grin*
Magical Torture Chapter 5 "Sing your pathetic problems away,Punk"
~Draco POV~
I seem to be in quite the writing mood today. I guess I need someway to vent the new liberation inside of me. I don't know how to react to this. I'm partially happy I can admit this to myself but I'm broody because I know Harry doesn't feel the same. I mean, did you see the look on his face in the library?! The guy was terrified. God, I feel like such an idiot! So here I sit in the Slytherin Common Room alone, while everyone else is downstairs eatting supper. I dont seem to be hungry at all,even if I've skiped 5 meals in the past 2 days. I look down at the newest song I've written, a little more angsty then the other I suppose but can you blame me? It would be a pretty kick ass song if I had some music.
"Hey, nice piece of work there Draco." a voice comes from behind me. I jump and turn my head around to see a sixth year boy standing behind me reading my paper and chewing on and apple. He has black hair with bleached and dark green lined bangs, blue and green speckled eyes. His right ear, lip,tounge, left eyebrow and, from what I remember seeing in the dorm when he was changing clothes, bellybutton are pierced. His fingernails are painted their usual shade of black. His wrists are decorated with a black and green sweatband on the right and black and green plastic loop things on the left. Also on his left middle finger is a ring that has an emerald stone set into 2 snakes wrapping around it. The only thing that keeps him from going to see Dumbledore about his dress code is the fact that he wears the uniform, even if it is a tad bit more baggy then it needs to be.
"Kenta!" I yell his name, " You scared the bloody hell out of me!"
He smirks, "thats what the gods put me here for, mate" His voice drips of an australian accent, where as his sister's, whos a gryffindor, is so light you barely notice it. I roll my eyes. Kenta's always been a really good frined of mine, even more so then Crabbe or Goyle, even if he is a year younger.
"So," he says taking another bite of his apple. "This a song then?"
I look down at the piece of parchment. "It would be if I had some music."
"I see." Oh crap, he's got that 'Kenta's got and idea' look on him.
He rushes off to the dormatory and after a few minutes he comes out,grinning like a villige idiot, carrying a stringed instrument. He plops down next to me on the sofa. I look from him to the instrument and back.
"Its a guitar." Kenta says. "My bro got it for m'birthday over last summer" He takes a thin plastic object and runs it over the strings, the guitar in turn relays a very addictive tune as he moves his fingers around on the neck of it.
After a few moments, he stops and looks at me. "How 'bout we give that song of yours a go?"
I blush. "I don't sing really well." I admit,even though I really haven't tried before.
"come on Drake!" he's the only person I let call me that. " Its just us here."
"Alright." I give in. "but if you tell anyone..."
"not a word,mate"
And then he began strumming the guitar. I waited for a good spot before adding my vocals, which I come to find, sound quite well.
"Be what you wanna be, see what you wanna see, you're going to anyway. Take what you need from me, all that you'll ever be is something so crazy. And you can find another side to be on if you wish you can. Or you can choose the other way cause it is right there in your hands. And you can mistake it for anything that you want, and you can erase it with everything you're on. You're so lazy, you're so crazy, you got me crazy in my head. What you're wasting is what you're chasing and its right there in your hands. And you can mistake it for anything that you want, and you can erase it with everything that you're on. Cause you're greater than but less than what you are. Cause you're greater than but less than what you come from. Oh no, oh no, time is on his knees. And you can mistake it for anything that you want, and you can erase it with everything that you're on. Cause you're greater than but less than what you are. Cause you're greater than but less than you come from. Oh no, oh no, time is on his knees."
We finish the song. Kenta had even added his own voice making the entire song incredible. We just sit there in the aftermath knowing we just created a masterpiece. After a couple of minutes of silence, Kenta speaks up.
"Whee! Let's do that again!"
We both burst out laughing. The song did have quite the adrinaline rush to it. And the fact that our parts were so perfectly on time without any que was even more astounding. I look at Kenta, who is smiling and looking out the window at the night school. The cresent moon reflects in his eyes and that same celestial body casts an irredecent glow on his face. He's beautiful, no doubt. Not as beautiful as Harry but, knowing that Kenta is bisexual, I would have a better chace with him even if my first love is Harry. Kenta glances at me. "What?" I race to make up my mind and I do. "Kenta, will you be my boyfriend?"
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Kisa: Dum Dum Dum... My bro begged and pleaded to have this twist so i did it for him since i didnt get him a birthday present this year
Kenta: *gushes*
Kisa: i think he likes it.. by the way... the song they sung was by Saliva and its called Greater then less then...
Kenta: You must review so She'll add more!
Magical Torture Chapter 5 "Sing your pathetic problems away,Punk"
~Draco POV~
I seem to be in quite the writing mood today. I guess I need someway to vent the new liberation inside of me. I don't know how to react to this. I'm partially happy I can admit this to myself but I'm broody because I know Harry doesn't feel the same. I mean, did you see the look on his face in the library?! The guy was terrified. God, I feel like such an idiot! So here I sit in the Slytherin Common Room alone, while everyone else is downstairs eatting supper. I dont seem to be hungry at all,even if I've skiped 5 meals in the past 2 days. I look down at the newest song I've written, a little more angsty then the other I suppose but can you blame me? It would be a pretty kick ass song if I had some music.
"Hey, nice piece of work there Draco." a voice comes from behind me. I jump and turn my head around to see a sixth year boy standing behind me reading my paper and chewing on and apple. He has black hair with bleached and dark green lined bangs, blue and green speckled eyes. His right ear, lip,tounge, left eyebrow and, from what I remember seeing in the dorm when he was changing clothes, bellybutton are pierced. His fingernails are painted their usual shade of black. His wrists are decorated with a black and green sweatband on the right and black and green plastic loop things on the left. Also on his left middle finger is a ring that has an emerald stone set into 2 snakes wrapping around it. The only thing that keeps him from going to see Dumbledore about his dress code is the fact that he wears the uniform, even if it is a tad bit more baggy then it needs to be.
"Kenta!" I yell his name, " You scared the bloody hell out of me!"
He smirks, "thats what the gods put me here for, mate" His voice drips of an australian accent, where as his sister's, whos a gryffindor, is so light you barely notice it. I roll my eyes. Kenta's always been a really good frined of mine, even more so then Crabbe or Goyle, even if he is a year younger.
"So," he says taking another bite of his apple. "This a song then?"
I look down at the piece of parchment. "It would be if I had some music."
"I see." Oh crap, he's got that 'Kenta's got and idea' look on him.
He rushes off to the dormatory and after a few minutes he comes out,grinning like a villige idiot, carrying a stringed instrument. He plops down next to me on the sofa. I look from him to the instrument and back.
"Its a guitar." Kenta says. "My bro got it for m'birthday over last summer" He takes a thin plastic object and runs it over the strings, the guitar in turn relays a very addictive tune as he moves his fingers around on the neck of it.
After a few moments, he stops and looks at me. "How 'bout we give that song of yours a go?"
I blush. "I don't sing really well." I admit,even though I really haven't tried before.
"come on Drake!" he's the only person I let call me that. " Its just us here."
"Alright." I give in. "but if you tell anyone..."
"not a word,mate"
And then he began strumming the guitar. I waited for a good spot before adding my vocals, which I come to find, sound quite well.
"Be what you wanna be, see what you wanna see, you're going to anyway. Take what you need from me, all that you'll ever be is something so crazy. And you can find another side to be on if you wish you can. Or you can choose the other way cause it is right there in your hands. And you can mistake it for anything that you want, and you can erase it with everything you're on. You're so lazy, you're so crazy, you got me crazy in my head. What you're wasting is what you're chasing and its right there in your hands. And you can mistake it for anything that you want, and you can erase it with everything that you're on. Cause you're greater than but less than what you are. Cause you're greater than but less than what you come from. Oh no, oh no, time is on his knees. And you can mistake it for anything that you want, and you can erase it with everything that you're on. Cause you're greater than but less than what you are. Cause you're greater than but less than you come from. Oh no, oh no, time is on his knees."
We finish the song. Kenta had even added his own voice making the entire song incredible. We just sit there in the aftermath knowing we just created a masterpiece. After a couple of minutes of silence, Kenta speaks up.
"Whee! Let's do that again!"
We both burst out laughing. The song did have quite the adrinaline rush to it. And the fact that our parts were so perfectly on time without any que was even more astounding. I look at Kenta, who is smiling and looking out the window at the night school. The cresent moon reflects in his eyes and that same celestial body casts an irredecent glow on his face. He's beautiful, no doubt. Not as beautiful as Harry but, knowing that Kenta is bisexual, I would have a better chace with him even if my first love is Harry. Kenta glances at me. "What?" I race to make up my mind and I do. "Kenta, will you be my boyfriend?"
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Kisa: Dum Dum Dum... My bro begged and pleaded to have this twist so i did it for him since i didnt get him a birthday present this year
Kenta: *gushes*
Kisa: i think he likes it.. by the way... the song they sung was by Saliva and its called Greater then less then...
Kenta: You must review so She'll add more!
