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(DISCLAMER): I do not own Harry Potter or anything in this chapter except The Malfoy Blues. The day I own Harry Potter is the day J.K. Rowling commits murder. I'd write the headline:
J.K. ROWLING KILLS R.L.STINE AND J.R.R. TOLKEN FOR SAYING BOOK FIVE WAS HORRID. LATER AFTER THAT SHE KILLS STEPHEN KING FOR ASKING HER OUT DURING AN AUTOGRAPH SIGNING.
CHAPTER 3: Back To School Blues
*In new bewitched car of Mr.Weasley*
Harry knew he would miss the Burrow, but he was happy to get away from the Chang girls! They had been nagging and bothering for a wild party. Truth be told, they had scared him. It was a good thing Hermione had his back. She was an excellent wingman, or so he considered her. She was helpful always at the right time. Harry liked being her friend.
~ Flash back~
Chelsey: Hey Harry, wanna have a party?
Harry: Um.... No. I want to practice quidditch instead.
Chelsey: I'll go with you, after all I was the best seeker Ravenclaw had ever seen... wait everyone else went to Diagon Alley this afternoon, how're you supposed to practice
Harry: Err...
(Hermione comes in and sees Harry desperate situation)
Hermione: Hey Harry, can you help me? Snape gave us such a hard time, so much summer homework. I can easily write I just need someone to have a second opinion (looks at angry Chelsey) and not a ho. Excuse us Chelsey.
(Chelsey glares at their retreating backs)
Harry: Close one I owe you 'Moine, whenever a Slytherin or someone bothers you I'll blackmail them until they have a nervous breakdown.
Hermione: No problem Harry, besides what are friends for?
~ End of flash back~
*At the train*
Harry sat in the same compartment as he did on his first year of school. He was there thinking about all his years at Hogwarts while Hermione and Ron were busy with their prefect duties. He then heard a harmonica. He was en entranced and followed the sweet sound of the blues. It led to Malfoy's Prefect compartment. He was surrounded by a group of Slytherins. He began to sing:
Today I saw perfect Potter
As always he was gettin'on my nerves
Talkin' to that mudblood Granger
The weasel king right behind
They was talkin' 'bout quidditch
Now I can't get quidditch off my mind!
I've got the blues
(Pansy: blues! blues!)
The Malfoy blues
(Pansy: Malfoy blues)
'Cause they always around
(Blaise: yeah!)
Changin' my smirk to a frown
(Millicent: oh no!)
The blues
(Pansy: blues! blues!)
The Malfoy blues
(Pansy: malfoy blues!)
That damn Granger!
Passin ahead o' me
Whish she'd feel my anger
She got an, I got a D!
The Blues
(Pansy: blues! blues!)
The Malfoy blues
(Malfoy bluuues)
'Cause they always around
(Blaise: yeah!)
Changin my smirk to a frown
(Millicent: oh no!)
Theeeeeee Malfoy Bluuuuuuuues yeah!
(Harmonica plays ending notes)
Malfoy then changed his harmonica into a banjo and began to play extremely fast.
Oh potter you rotter!
Oh what have you done!?
You're killing the kiddies!
But you're not on the run?
All we have to do is hear your name
If you ask me,
We've gotten dead tired of your fame!
Like the Weasley,
You're a disgrace to the wizarding name hey!
"That's nothing Draco dearest," said Pansy smiling sweetly. Harry noticed an unhappy struggling look on Malfoy's face that made a smile appear on Harry's face. She then began to sing:
Meow, meow, meow, meow
I'm your kitten
Meow, meow, meow, meow
I'm not kidden
Meow, meow, meow, meow
You're like no other
Meow, meow, meow, meow
You're my lover!
Malfoy's face turned a sickly green when he saw Harry laughing his scar off. "Don't.... Tell.... Anyone... please," said Malfoy in a pleading voice. There was a glint in Harry's eyes that said his plea means nothing. "I won't stop telling people until hell freezes over. Unless...you go to Hermione in front of the whole school and say 'I love you and I can't live without you will you marry me' and if she says no, I go to the prophet and get that song printed. Oh and it has to be in front of the school at the opening ceremony." Malfoy turned blue. He knew what he had to do.