*Hot Pink Triangle* *3* Killing Apathy
Draco went straight to his room avoiding his Housemates as he went. Feast, sorting shit, fuck that. He was tired and wanted to get the hell away from everyone. He fell asleep and tried to forget everything else. A few hours later he woke up to the sound of laughter and yelling. He pulled his pillow over his head to try and shut out the blaring noise. Oy Draco!! Wake up man. *Why.thehell.should.I?* He snapped. Sitting up on his bed Brody came into view throwing various objects in their other friend's direction. Fucking moron. *Get the fuck out.* More serious now. Everyone listened this time. Don't fuck with Malfoy or he'll rip your fucking balls off. He hid his head back underneath his pillow. All right dude, we're leavin mate, just wanted to fill you in on the party. *Don't give a fuck.* Thought you'd want a fix Malfoy. Draco sat up then. *Shit, where's my coat.*
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Draco made his way through the crowd that filled the now packed house party taking place at posh place across the lake; Dumbledore trying to keep it hip? Letting the entire school throw a party. Nice; What the fuck ever. No one stood in his way, everyone moved aside when he passed by. He found a spot that wreaked strictly Slytherin. Sat down and ignored all the greetings and Parkinson's hand weaving her fingers through his hair. It's almost past your shoulders she shouted over the music. A band was playing. Punk music. It wasn't bad. That voice was rockin. He slid out of his seat and made his way through the moshing crowd to get a better view. Being faced with what I'm faced with I feel. He still had to push through the crowd. Like I can't Rock. He'd never heard this shit before who the fuck. Started to chain the day. The voice was screaming now. And exploded into pieces. Harry was breathing hard, onstage, on his knees; guitar in his lap microphone in one hand. Draco stared straight ahead again but this time he heard what was in front of him. Harry breathed the last words as he found Dracos sad eyes: Being faced with what I'm faced with I feel.Like I cant Rock.
Lyrics by: The Used!! "Pieces Mended" (I used this song because not only is it my favorite song but it fits with what Draco's feeling right now.) Big thanks to The Used!!
Draco went straight to his room avoiding his Housemates as he went. Feast, sorting shit, fuck that. He was tired and wanted to get the hell away from everyone. He fell asleep and tried to forget everything else. A few hours later he woke up to the sound of laughter and yelling. He pulled his pillow over his head to try and shut out the blaring noise. Oy Draco!! Wake up man. *Why.thehell.should.I?* He snapped. Sitting up on his bed Brody came into view throwing various objects in their other friend's direction. Fucking moron. *Get the fuck out.* More serious now. Everyone listened this time. Don't fuck with Malfoy or he'll rip your fucking balls off. He hid his head back underneath his pillow. All right dude, we're leavin mate, just wanted to fill you in on the party. *Don't give a fuck.* Thought you'd want a fix Malfoy. Draco sat up then. *Shit, where's my coat.*
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Draco made his way through the crowd that filled the now packed house party taking place at posh place across the lake; Dumbledore trying to keep it hip? Letting the entire school throw a party. Nice; What the fuck ever. No one stood in his way, everyone moved aside when he passed by. He found a spot that wreaked strictly Slytherin. Sat down and ignored all the greetings and Parkinson's hand weaving her fingers through his hair. It's almost past your shoulders she shouted over the music. A band was playing. Punk music. It wasn't bad. That voice was rockin. He slid out of his seat and made his way through the moshing crowd to get a better view. Being faced with what I'm faced with I feel. He still had to push through the crowd. Like I can't Rock. He'd never heard this shit before who the fuck. Started to chain the day. The voice was screaming now. And exploded into pieces. Harry was breathing hard, onstage, on his knees; guitar in his lap microphone in one hand. Draco stared straight ahead again but this time he heard what was in front of him. Harry breathed the last words as he found Dracos sad eyes: Being faced with what I'm faced with I feel.Like I cant Rock.
Lyrics by: The Used!! "Pieces Mended" (I used this song because not only is it my favorite song but it fits with what Draco's feeling right now.) Big thanks to The Used!!