That night Draco sat at his desk. Crabbe and Goyle were playing darts. Goyle landed bull's eye on a Hufflepuff that everyone knew was secretly in love with some muggle named 'Josh Hartnett' or whatever. Draco began writing to his parents-
Dear Mom and Dad,
Things here at jolly old Hogwarts are fine. How are the house elves? I hope you haven't decreased the daily death threat rate to 4. They need all the discipline they can get. I wanted to talk to you about a certain package I received a while back. Containing a certain…umm…garment. I really have no idea where it came from, but I would enjoy an explanation. As soon as possible…Oh, and Father, I have met the secret weapon. And might I say, what a weapon she is. I think you would enjoy her. That's why I plan to invite her for the Holidays. Well, that's all I have to say for now. Keep being the wonderful Malfoys I know and…care strongly for.
Sincerely,
Draco
He put the letter in an envelope and sealed it with the 'Official Malfoy Seal of Approval.' His father had once told him he would have to seal his wife when he found one, but this was said when he was 6, so it wasn't very understood. He left Crabbe and Goyle, them almost hitting his head with a dart.
"Watch the hair, boys. This masterpiece doesn't come easily." He told them.
"Yeah yeah…" they said together.
He was halfway down the stairs into the Slytherin common room when he heard something. Muggle music. It wasn't very loud.
"Must be using one of those Dicsmens." He said to himself. He laughed at the way that sounded, "Dicsmens." Was that even the name? He had no idea. It was some stupid muggle invention anyway. He slowly crept a little further until he could see who it was.
"Locke." He said and smirked. She was dancing. But this definitely was no dancing Draco had ever seen before. It was, for one, much faster, and two, in his opinion, much better. Then she began singing-
"I wanna be bad witcha baby, I, I, I, I,I… wanna be bad, it may not look so good, I've got things on my mind, I never thought I would…"
She kept on dancing, not even noticing she was being watched. He must have stood there for 10 minutes. It was too good to miss. She was also in muggle clothes. A tank top and jeans. She sang again, but it was different-
"Boy, I think that I'm in love with you, got me doin silly things when it comes to you…Boy, I think that I'm in love with you, got me telling all my friends what I feel for you…"
He couldn't resist. He snuck up on her. He tapped on her shoulder. She jumped and fell over onto the couch.
"I didn't know you cared so, Locke." He said smirking. She took off her headphones.
"It's a song, Malfoy. You know, music. Or have you never heard of that either?"
"Ooh bitchy. Well, I'll leave you to it. I've got things to do." He said as he moved towards the door.
"You do that Malfoy. Oh, and…I know you liked it!" she yelled before he walked out.
"I can't believe I'm inviting that thing to my house." He said as he continued walking down the hallway towards the owlery. He finally made it there, and found Sally. "Hold still you stupid mongrel…" he said as he fought to tie the letter to the eagle's foot. "There…" he said when he finally attached it to the feisty bird and it flew away. He was about to head back when somebody grabbed his shoulder.
"Ahhh!" he yelled. "It's the bushman!" he screamed.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Things here at jolly old Hogwarts are fine. How are the house elves? I hope you haven't decreased the daily death threat rate to 4. They need all the discipline they can get. I wanted to talk to you about a certain package I received a while back. Containing a certain…umm…garment. I really have no idea where it came from, but I would enjoy an explanation. As soon as possible…Oh, and Father, I have met the secret weapon. And might I say, what a weapon she is. I think you would enjoy her. That's why I plan to invite her for the Holidays. Well, that's all I have to say for now. Keep being the wonderful Malfoys I know and…care strongly for.
Sincerely,
Draco
He put the letter in an envelope and sealed it with the 'Official Malfoy Seal of Approval.' His father had once told him he would have to seal his wife when he found one, but this was said when he was 6, so it wasn't very understood. He left Crabbe and Goyle, them almost hitting his head with a dart.
"Watch the hair, boys. This masterpiece doesn't come easily." He told them.
"Yeah yeah…" they said together.
He was halfway down the stairs into the Slytherin common room when he heard something. Muggle music. It wasn't very loud.
"Must be using one of those Dicsmens." He said to himself. He laughed at the way that sounded, "Dicsmens." Was that even the name? He had no idea. It was some stupid muggle invention anyway. He slowly crept a little further until he could see who it was.
"Locke." He said and smirked. She was dancing. But this definitely was no dancing Draco had ever seen before. It was, for one, much faster, and two, in his opinion, much better. Then she began singing-
"I wanna be bad witcha baby, I, I, I, I,I… wanna be bad, it may not look so good, I've got things on my mind, I never thought I would…"
She kept on dancing, not even noticing she was being watched. He must have stood there for 10 minutes. It was too good to miss. She was also in muggle clothes. A tank top and jeans. She sang again, but it was different-
"Boy, I think that I'm in love with you, got me doin silly things when it comes to you…Boy, I think that I'm in love with you, got me telling all my friends what I feel for you…"
He couldn't resist. He snuck up on her. He tapped on her shoulder. She jumped and fell over onto the couch.
"I didn't know you cared so, Locke." He said smirking. She took off her headphones.
"It's a song, Malfoy. You know, music. Or have you never heard of that either?"
"Ooh bitchy. Well, I'll leave you to it. I've got things to do." He said as he moved towards the door.
"You do that Malfoy. Oh, and…I know you liked it!" she yelled before he walked out.
"I can't believe I'm inviting that thing to my house." He said as he continued walking down the hallway towards the owlery. He finally made it there, and found Sally. "Hold still you stupid mongrel…" he said as he fought to tie the letter to the eagle's foot. "There…" he said when he finally attached it to the feisty bird and it flew away. He was about to head back when somebody grabbed his shoulder.
"Ahhh!" he yelled. "It's the bushman!" he screamed.