'And you were standing

On the hood of the car

Singing out loud

When the sun came up.

And I know I wasn't right,

But it felt so good.

And your mother didn't mind,

Like I thought she would.

And that REM song was playing

In my mind.

And three and a half minutes

Felt like a lifetime

It felt like a lifetime'

~ 'Better than Ezra' -=Lifetime=-

Author's Notice:  Draco/Pansy.  I love the immaturity of this fic. It's so &young&.  Anyway. (and short)  Read on.  Oh, and the ending sentence.  The dance/ball/whatever did NOT take place at the Parkinson's manor so the phrase: "I already am home." Is more in a figurative sense, eh?

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"Dance with me, Malfoy."

"No."

"Why not?  It's not as though we haven't been practicing since we were like, six or some ungodly age like that!"

"Because I don't want to."

"Because you don't want to? That's rich. Because you bloody don't want to?!"

"Right."

"Why are you drinking water?  Don't they have anything better?"

"Like..."

"You know just what I'm thinking."

"No, I don't."

"Liar. Dance with me.  Your Mother is dancing with my father..."

"That's disgusting."

"No, it's cute.  See the way she's leaning her head on his shoulder, that's precious."

"I don't even want to look."

"Look."

"Yes, I see it, I see it, whatever."

"You're in a bad mood."

"And why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I'm here."

"Because you, little Pansy Parkinson is here? Right."

"I'm mad at you now."

"Good. You should be."

"We look so stupid. We're standing in the middle of a dance floor and we aren't dancing.  And Daddy hired a special band too.  Just imagine it like this, see, it's my Sweet Sixteen and..."

"But it's not your Sweet Sixteen."

"It will be. In a few years."

"Be quiet."

"Thirteen is sort of an odd age, isn't it? I mean, when you think of it, it's like being grown up but..."

"I know."

"If you know, then what it's like?"

"It's like, like the world is caving in and there you and me are and we're surrounded by people dancing..."

"...and you want to dance too?"

"Sometimes. But more often than not I'd rather just sit with you. Just me and you and nothing else."

"That's nice of you, Malfoy."

"It wasn't supposed to be nice, Parkinson."

"I know, but it was anyway.  I don't think I wanna be sixteen. I think I just wanna be thirteen."

"The song's over."

"Yeah it is. It was pretty, too. One of those songs that you'd like to--like, die listening to."

"You're awfully strange."

"You're only strange if you don't like dancing, you know."

"Let's leave this place."

"And go where, Malfoy?"

"Home."

"I already am home."

~*~

End.