Disclaimer: The song in this chapter does not belong to me. It belongs to DoubleDrive. It's called Imprint.
I hope you like this chapter! I really got into showing personality.
Game Over
Chapter 4
Noename
A blonde turned over in his bed. He stretched and yawned in the pale morning sun. His blonde hair fell like silver curtains around his face. He ran his slim finger's through the silky hair, which did nothing, but make him look even sexier. His muscles were not very noticeable, he was lean, and he was the Slytherin Prince.
The teenager turned over in his bed to find himself face to face with his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. A lot of people thought she was just a pug faced bitch, but there was more to her than people saw. She was usually an energetic, fun loving, confident person. That's why he wasn't surprised to see a wide smile spread across her face, holding up a flyer.
"Guess what Draco!" Pansy jumped up, holding out the flyer. "They're going to have a talent show! We should enter, don't you think?" Pansy handed him the yellow paper, and began to search through her wardrobe for a suitable outfit. It was a Saturday, and since there were no classes, she could dress in what she wanted.
Draco flung the sheets off his bed, and sat up. His feet on the floor. He scanned the notice, and smirked to himself. Talent show, any age, anything. They weren't too specific.
"We could sacrifice a goat in the middle of a pentagon, and drink its blood," Draco laughed. Pansy shot him a look, and slipped on her black jean flares.
"Draco, I'm serious about this. It could be a lot of fun!" She took off her baggy shirt she had worn to bed, and put on a black shirt with flared out sleeves. It looked more like a peasant shirt, but it was from Wet Seal. The only muggle shop she ever shopped at besides Hot Topic.
"Fine," Draco sighed, and stood. "Then what are we going to do?"
Pancy raised her eyebrows, "Well, we can both sing. That could be good." She began to comb through her brown silky hair.
"Everybody's going to do that." Draco groaned, shuffling through the drawers of his foreposter. Crabbe and Goyle had agreed to sleep in the common room that night, letting Pansy move in with Draco for awhile. They had let Blaise stay because he was never a problem.
"Well, what if we did more than just sing?" Pansy asked, kicking aside a pile of Blaise's clothes in attempt to find her purse. Draco smirked, and pulled out a pair of worn black baggy jeans, pulling them on with ease.
"Like what? Dance?" Draco smirked, tossing a shirt that read in bold letters; 'Curiousity killed the cat, but for awhile, I was the suspect,' and pulled on a long-sleeved dark red shirt. Its sleeves went over the hand like a glove, but the fingers were cut off.
"Dancing would be cool." Pansy shrugged. "Found you!" She cried in triumph, pulling out her black purse. "Anyways, we're both really good at it. Or we could just simply have the whole band go..." She trailed off in thought and disappeared into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Draco sighed and fell back onto the bed. If his father knew the stuff he wore when he wasn't in classes. He chuckled to himself. And that he had a band. He sighed, wondering if they should try out. Blaise played electric guitar, Goyle played the bass, and Pansy played the drums Sometimes Crabbe would play the drums, and Pansy would join Draco in singing. They could do two songs, one with Pansy on drums, and one with her off. It would be perfect. He smiled slightly to himself, and sat up. There stood Pansy. She really was beautiful. Her long brown hair was silky, and shiny. Her eyes were brown, but deep with excitement, and emotion. Her skin was slightly tanned, but seemed a lot more compared to the milky white skin Draco adorned.
"What do you think?" Pansy was holding her drumsticks in one hand, her purse was slung on the other shoulder.
"I think you look beautiful." Draco smiled, and stood taking her in his arms, and spun her around, dipped her and said; "After all, I am stupid." Pansy made a derisive noise, and acted hurt.
"I meant about the band trying out." She giggled, slapping Draco with her purse softly as he brought her up.
"Yes. We could do two songs. One with you on drums, and one with you off. We could act as if they're adjoined, so we don't get in trouble for doing two." Draco suprised himself with his motivation, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
THUMP
"Good morning, Blaise." The two chorused laughing.
The rest of the morning was spent making plans about the tryouts, and soon Draco was walking with an arrogant stride through the great oak doors of the Hogwarts castle. He stepped out into the windy weather, but did not shiver. He simply continued to make his way towards the lake.
The group had decided how to make the songs morph into each other, and Draco departed to get a breath of fresh air. He always came to the lake to think, to lay down in the long grass. It had been a long time since Hagrid had trimmed it up, due to the bad weather, and it was a perfect getaway. Nothing could see him, he could see nothing, nothing but the grey sky.
The calm young man stopped his black-booted feet, and spread out a small blanket for him to lay on. The grass held it up on the top, and the wind almost blew it away from him, but he quickly sat down upon it. He sunk quickly into the depths of the grass, the blanket forming a nice barrier between him and the dew covered grass.
His grey, silver eyes closed in thought, and soon he was floating off into a dream. There was a man in his dream, a man with long dark brown hair, almost black, and blue eyes. He was tall, and had a good build to him. He looked like he was determined to fight off a shadow, and soon a roll of thunder and flash of lightning knocked him cruelly from his dream.
The silver eyes shot open with shock, a tremor shook the ground, and he stood quickly. He was soaking wet, his clothes clung to his frame, alowing anyone who laid eyes on him to see his thin, but slightly muscular frame. Just below the ear hair blew wildly, and he ran his hand through it. It flew infront of his face, and the thunder roared wildly. He could feel it rumbling inside. Draco wore a black jacket that went down to his knees, kind of like a trench, and soon it was whipping in back of him, refusing to keep the wind from touching Draco's wet body. He struggled to get to the castle, but the wind knocked him backwards.
"Shit..." He hissed underneath his breath. He dug the heels of his steel-toed boots into the ground, and propelled himself forward. He started running against the wind, and flung himself into the oak doors, knocking them open.
There stood Potter, Weasley, and Granger.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped in suprise of the wet Malfoy. His blonde hair dripped with water, his clothes clung to him, his eyes looked annoyed, and tired. She just smiled knowingly, and continued on her way, but Ron and Harry did not follow.
"Hermione, wait a minute!" Ron called, she rounded on her heel, marched straight up to him, and slapped him. Draco raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth to tell Hermione that he would rather head to his common room then watch the two tiffy, but Harry beat him.
"Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously. She looked at him, furious. "That wasn't Malfoy."
"I know perfectly well who it was, Harry!" She yelled in frustration. "It's his own fault that he decided to be an idiot. I told him not to bother with him. It's nothing, he's wet. Now can we please go to the common room! I don't feel like going to Hagrid's and getting caught up in the storm." She turned to Ron. "I'm sorry that I hit you, but now you know how it feel's when somebody suddenly, for no apparent reason to you, decides to beat on you." With that Hermione was stalking up the stairs, head held high, and bag slung over her shoulder.
Ron shot one last look at Malfoy, but seemed to understand Hermione. He followed, looking slightly pink on one cheek. Harry looked Malfoy up and down in sheer hatred, and ran after Hermione and Ron. Draco did not move though. He stood there for a few more minutes, until finally he made his way down to the dungeons.
~~~****~~~
The next days were busy ones. In the morning the band would climb out of bed, get ready for school, then work on some beats, fillings, and tune fix-ups. They would head to the Great Hall a little earlier than anybody else, eat quickly, finish up homework, go to classes, at lunch they would all have a sandwich, and then start up on homework before that night. After all their classes were finished, they would shovel down food, and escape to an empty classroom where they would set up their stuff by magic.
Until Snape told them they had to stop, they would play. They would stop every once and while, fix up a couple of problems, and then continue. Even when something was perfect they worked on it until they were sick of it.
When they had to stop, they would work on homework and go to bed, but the classes were the most stressful. They were in one of their most important years, and they had to keep close attention, and finish all their homework. Stress built between the Slytherin band, and the Dream Team. Tension and hatred stacked up until Draco was sure he might as well kill himself for them. And finally, the day of the talent show came. None of the band members knew if the Dream Team were going to do anything, all they knew was they were ready. None of them were nervous, all had confidence in check, and love for the music.
Classes went by slowly, Pansy beat on the table with her fingers softly, hummed her part under her breath, and Draco sang to himself softly. Blaise's fingers moved over the table like they were playing chords, Crabbe would do some beats every once and awhile, and Goyle would pretend to play his chords, moving his fingers to memorize the tunes.
It was funny. Most people didn't seem to look beyond the person inside the Slytherin. All they saw was the cold side, with absolutely no charisma, but the person was actually one of the most fun people you could hang out with. Pansy was always really funny, and she could be sweet too. Even he had to admit that there was more to him then just cruelty, sarcasm, and crude jokes. He had his own laughs, and cries, but it didn't seem like Ron could see that. Harry knew it, but never got to know those sides. Crabbe and Goyle didn't understand any of it, and Pansy was the one who understood it the most.
Draco spent most of the day pondering the personalities of the Dream Team, trying to see what they were actually like. Hermione was a bossy, carefree girl. She was into dancing, and wasn't the nice girl everyone thought she was. She could be pretty bad every once and awhile. He had seen her and Ginny in the hallway doing some American dance, something from a movie apparently. Save the Last Dance. Then he heard her swear.
Ron was a sarcastic boy, who liked to listen to some muggle music. He liked to read fantasy books from the muggle world, especially Lord of the Rings, and he was one to care for the people around him, but lost his temper easily.
Harry had a great sense of humor, and was sometimes really quiet. He liked to listen to techno, rock, and some rap. Draco was suprised with how much they would get along. They both knew almost everything about computers. Draco only knew about them because he loved video games, and technology. He had taken Muggle Studies, and learned a lot about the people his father told him to hate. They had both shopped on the computer at hottopic.com. That's where Harry got most of his clothes now. He exchanged money with Gringotts for muggle money, and had the clothes shipped to him.
It was amazing what Draco could learn from eavesdropping. He didn't know that Harry was doing the same thing.
Harry was learning a lot about his enemies too. Hermione had told him too "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer." He nodded, and decided to find out as much about the blonde and his friends as possible.
Draco. He was a very complex person. He loved to listen to rock from the 80's to the days they lived in then. He liked to dance, he could sing, he really liked Pansy, they were both great comedians together, and he also shopped at Hot Topic. There were times when he was really wild, and loud. Other times he was quiet, and didn't say anything. This made Harry realise if he had been put in Slytherin, he would have been best friends with the Malfoy. Still, there was the cruel side of Malfoy he'd never get over.
Blaise. He was bi, anyone could tell as much, but no-one gived a shit. He was a malicious teen when it came to his ambitions and his pride. When you broke past that he would pretty much care about you just as much as he would care about a fellow Slytherin. He loved to read, and was almost always working on music. He was an excellent artist, and kept drawing strange logo on his papers.
Pansy. She was a crazy girl, who loved having a laugh when she felt like it. She could still be a cruel person, but she was very musical, and loved the old 80's muggle T.V. shows, like Carebears, My Little Ponies, Rainbow Brite, and Popples. She was really into fashion, and she could dance, a lot like Hermione. He also knew, that neither Draco nor Pansy had the Dark Mark.
The two were at lunch. They were both working on their homework. Neither of them were wearing their robes, they had stuffed them in their bags. Pansy had her long sleeves rolled up past her elbows in a cute manner, her grey vest, Slytherin colors, and the crest embroidered over her heart matched her silver bracelet, and her green hair piece was holding her hair in a top knot.
Draco was next to her, singing softly to himself, tapping the beat on the table. She had soon joined in, but with the more complex part, and they had the whole table singing soon.
One step I make an IMPRINT-two step is commitment Three steps I'm not done yet-Draw my other leg up and the pace is set (and the pace is set)
hello hello hello hello hello
Gotta believe in what's real-You gotta go with what you know
You can leave here with a good feeling-You let them know you told them so
Jesus Christ and Heaven's always been there
Gotta believe in what's real-You gotta go with what you know
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
hello hello hello hello hello
Gotta tell you what I feel-Although your tank is running low
Over the split life for real-Pat the hood you're good to go
Here and now, pass the cars of the wicked
You gotta believe in what's real-you gotta move on down the road
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
gotta believe in what's real
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
gotta believe in what's real
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
Gotta believe in what's real
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment you gotta believe in what's real-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
Afterwards the two laughed and high fived. He rolled up his sleeves, stood and pulled her to her feet. He caught a glimpse of their forearms. Nothing but pale skin and slightly tanned skin. Draco and Pansy began to dance. When they were finished he held her in his arms, and they laughed together. Draco and Harry's eyes met. Draco's eyes narrowed, and he sneered. He flicked Harry off, and the two sat down again. They didn't stay very much longer. Soon they were grabbing their bags, with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle following. They didn't even bother pulling their robes on.
Harry directed his attention to his friends. Hermione and Ginny were babbling about the talent show.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked through a mouthful of spaghetti, his eyes following Draco out of the Great Hall.
"I dunno, guess I'm not allowed to look at him." Harry shrugged.
"I think he's jealous." Ron swallowed, returning his eyes to look at Harry.
"Maybe. I dunno, and I don't care." Harry stood, and swung his bag over his shoulder. "Hermione, you coming?" The girl nodded, and waved goodbye to Ginny. The three followed the other's out of the large room. The "Dream Team" talking about the talent show, wondering who was going to win. Avoiding catching up to the group of Slytherins. Meanwhile, the band worked on singing, Pansy played the beat by clapping her hands, Draco singing at the top of his lungs, carrying so loudly that even the Dream Team could hear it softly, like the wind sweeping through their hair.
I hope you like this chapter! I really got into showing personality.
Game Over
Chapter 4
Noename
A blonde turned over in his bed. He stretched and yawned in the pale morning sun. His blonde hair fell like silver curtains around his face. He ran his slim finger's through the silky hair, which did nothing, but make him look even sexier. His muscles were not very noticeable, he was lean, and he was the Slytherin Prince.
The teenager turned over in his bed to find himself face to face with his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. A lot of people thought she was just a pug faced bitch, but there was more to her than people saw. She was usually an energetic, fun loving, confident person. That's why he wasn't surprised to see a wide smile spread across her face, holding up a flyer.
"Guess what Draco!" Pansy jumped up, holding out the flyer. "They're going to have a talent show! We should enter, don't you think?" Pansy handed him the yellow paper, and began to search through her wardrobe for a suitable outfit. It was a Saturday, and since there were no classes, she could dress in what she wanted.
Draco flung the sheets off his bed, and sat up. His feet on the floor. He scanned the notice, and smirked to himself. Talent show, any age, anything. They weren't too specific.
"We could sacrifice a goat in the middle of a pentagon, and drink its blood," Draco laughed. Pansy shot him a look, and slipped on her black jean flares.
"Draco, I'm serious about this. It could be a lot of fun!" She took off her baggy shirt she had worn to bed, and put on a black shirt with flared out sleeves. It looked more like a peasant shirt, but it was from Wet Seal. The only muggle shop she ever shopped at besides Hot Topic.
"Fine," Draco sighed, and stood. "Then what are we going to do?"
Pancy raised her eyebrows, "Well, we can both sing. That could be good." She began to comb through her brown silky hair.
"Everybody's going to do that." Draco groaned, shuffling through the drawers of his foreposter. Crabbe and Goyle had agreed to sleep in the common room that night, letting Pansy move in with Draco for awhile. They had let Blaise stay because he was never a problem.
"Well, what if we did more than just sing?" Pansy asked, kicking aside a pile of Blaise's clothes in attempt to find her purse. Draco smirked, and pulled out a pair of worn black baggy jeans, pulling them on with ease.
"Like what? Dance?" Draco smirked, tossing a shirt that read in bold letters; 'Curiousity killed the cat, but for awhile, I was the suspect,' and pulled on a long-sleeved dark red shirt. Its sleeves went over the hand like a glove, but the fingers were cut off.
"Dancing would be cool." Pansy shrugged. "Found you!" She cried in triumph, pulling out her black purse. "Anyways, we're both really good at it. Or we could just simply have the whole band go..." She trailed off in thought and disappeared into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Draco sighed and fell back onto the bed. If his father knew the stuff he wore when he wasn't in classes. He chuckled to himself. And that he had a band. He sighed, wondering if they should try out. Blaise played electric guitar, Goyle played the bass, and Pansy played the drums Sometimes Crabbe would play the drums, and Pansy would join Draco in singing. They could do two songs, one with Pansy on drums, and one with her off. It would be perfect. He smiled slightly to himself, and sat up. There stood Pansy. She really was beautiful. Her long brown hair was silky, and shiny. Her eyes were brown, but deep with excitement, and emotion. Her skin was slightly tanned, but seemed a lot more compared to the milky white skin Draco adorned.
"What do you think?" Pansy was holding her drumsticks in one hand, her purse was slung on the other shoulder.
"I think you look beautiful." Draco smiled, and stood taking her in his arms, and spun her around, dipped her and said; "After all, I am stupid." Pansy made a derisive noise, and acted hurt.
"I meant about the band trying out." She giggled, slapping Draco with her purse softly as he brought her up.
"Yes. We could do two songs. One with you on drums, and one with you off. We could act as if they're adjoined, so we don't get in trouble for doing two." Draco suprised himself with his motivation, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
THUMP
"Good morning, Blaise." The two chorused laughing.
The rest of the morning was spent making plans about the tryouts, and soon Draco was walking with an arrogant stride through the great oak doors of the Hogwarts castle. He stepped out into the windy weather, but did not shiver. He simply continued to make his way towards the lake.
The group had decided how to make the songs morph into each other, and Draco departed to get a breath of fresh air. He always came to the lake to think, to lay down in the long grass. It had been a long time since Hagrid had trimmed it up, due to the bad weather, and it was a perfect getaway. Nothing could see him, he could see nothing, nothing but the grey sky.
The calm young man stopped his black-booted feet, and spread out a small blanket for him to lay on. The grass held it up on the top, and the wind almost blew it away from him, but he quickly sat down upon it. He sunk quickly into the depths of the grass, the blanket forming a nice barrier between him and the dew covered grass.
His grey, silver eyes closed in thought, and soon he was floating off into a dream. There was a man in his dream, a man with long dark brown hair, almost black, and blue eyes. He was tall, and had a good build to him. He looked like he was determined to fight off a shadow, and soon a roll of thunder and flash of lightning knocked him cruelly from his dream.
The silver eyes shot open with shock, a tremor shook the ground, and he stood quickly. He was soaking wet, his clothes clung to his frame, alowing anyone who laid eyes on him to see his thin, but slightly muscular frame. Just below the ear hair blew wildly, and he ran his hand through it. It flew infront of his face, and the thunder roared wildly. He could feel it rumbling inside. Draco wore a black jacket that went down to his knees, kind of like a trench, and soon it was whipping in back of him, refusing to keep the wind from touching Draco's wet body. He struggled to get to the castle, but the wind knocked him backwards.
"Shit..." He hissed underneath his breath. He dug the heels of his steel-toed boots into the ground, and propelled himself forward. He started running against the wind, and flung himself into the oak doors, knocking them open.
There stood Potter, Weasley, and Granger.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped in suprise of the wet Malfoy. His blonde hair dripped with water, his clothes clung to him, his eyes looked annoyed, and tired. She just smiled knowingly, and continued on her way, but Ron and Harry did not follow.
"Hermione, wait a minute!" Ron called, she rounded on her heel, marched straight up to him, and slapped him. Draco raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth to tell Hermione that he would rather head to his common room then watch the two tiffy, but Harry beat him.
"Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously. She looked at him, furious. "That wasn't Malfoy."
"I know perfectly well who it was, Harry!" She yelled in frustration. "It's his own fault that he decided to be an idiot. I told him not to bother with him. It's nothing, he's wet. Now can we please go to the common room! I don't feel like going to Hagrid's and getting caught up in the storm." She turned to Ron. "I'm sorry that I hit you, but now you know how it feel's when somebody suddenly, for no apparent reason to you, decides to beat on you." With that Hermione was stalking up the stairs, head held high, and bag slung over her shoulder.
Ron shot one last look at Malfoy, but seemed to understand Hermione. He followed, looking slightly pink on one cheek. Harry looked Malfoy up and down in sheer hatred, and ran after Hermione and Ron. Draco did not move though. He stood there for a few more minutes, until finally he made his way down to the dungeons.
~~~****~~~
The next days were busy ones. In the morning the band would climb out of bed, get ready for school, then work on some beats, fillings, and tune fix-ups. They would head to the Great Hall a little earlier than anybody else, eat quickly, finish up homework, go to classes, at lunch they would all have a sandwich, and then start up on homework before that night. After all their classes were finished, they would shovel down food, and escape to an empty classroom where they would set up their stuff by magic.
Until Snape told them they had to stop, they would play. They would stop every once and while, fix up a couple of problems, and then continue. Even when something was perfect they worked on it until they were sick of it.
When they had to stop, they would work on homework and go to bed, but the classes were the most stressful. They were in one of their most important years, and they had to keep close attention, and finish all their homework. Stress built between the Slytherin band, and the Dream Team. Tension and hatred stacked up until Draco was sure he might as well kill himself for them. And finally, the day of the talent show came. None of the band members knew if the Dream Team were going to do anything, all they knew was they were ready. None of them were nervous, all had confidence in check, and love for the music.
Classes went by slowly, Pansy beat on the table with her fingers softly, hummed her part under her breath, and Draco sang to himself softly. Blaise's fingers moved over the table like they were playing chords, Crabbe would do some beats every once and awhile, and Goyle would pretend to play his chords, moving his fingers to memorize the tunes.
It was funny. Most people didn't seem to look beyond the person inside the Slytherin. All they saw was the cold side, with absolutely no charisma, but the person was actually one of the most fun people you could hang out with. Pansy was always really funny, and she could be sweet too. Even he had to admit that there was more to him then just cruelty, sarcasm, and crude jokes. He had his own laughs, and cries, but it didn't seem like Ron could see that. Harry knew it, but never got to know those sides. Crabbe and Goyle didn't understand any of it, and Pansy was the one who understood it the most.
Draco spent most of the day pondering the personalities of the Dream Team, trying to see what they were actually like. Hermione was a bossy, carefree girl. She was into dancing, and wasn't the nice girl everyone thought she was. She could be pretty bad every once and awhile. He had seen her and Ginny in the hallway doing some American dance, something from a movie apparently. Save the Last Dance. Then he heard her swear.
Ron was a sarcastic boy, who liked to listen to some muggle music. He liked to read fantasy books from the muggle world, especially Lord of the Rings, and he was one to care for the people around him, but lost his temper easily.
Harry had a great sense of humor, and was sometimes really quiet. He liked to listen to techno, rock, and some rap. Draco was suprised with how much they would get along. They both knew almost everything about computers. Draco only knew about them because he loved video games, and technology. He had taken Muggle Studies, and learned a lot about the people his father told him to hate. They had both shopped on the computer at hottopic.com. That's where Harry got most of his clothes now. He exchanged money with Gringotts for muggle money, and had the clothes shipped to him.
It was amazing what Draco could learn from eavesdropping. He didn't know that Harry was doing the same thing.
Harry was learning a lot about his enemies too. Hermione had told him too "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer." He nodded, and decided to find out as much about the blonde and his friends as possible.
Draco. He was a very complex person. He loved to listen to rock from the 80's to the days they lived in then. He liked to dance, he could sing, he really liked Pansy, they were both great comedians together, and he also shopped at Hot Topic. There were times when he was really wild, and loud. Other times he was quiet, and didn't say anything. This made Harry realise if he had been put in Slytherin, he would have been best friends with the Malfoy. Still, there was the cruel side of Malfoy he'd never get over.
Blaise. He was bi, anyone could tell as much, but no-one gived a shit. He was a malicious teen when it came to his ambitions and his pride. When you broke past that he would pretty much care about you just as much as he would care about a fellow Slytherin. He loved to read, and was almost always working on music. He was an excellent artist, and kept drawing strange logo on his papers.
Pansy. She was a crazy girl, who loved having a laugh when she felt like it. She could still be a cruel person, but she was very musical, and loved the old 80's muggle T.V. shows, like Carebears, My Little Ponies, Rainbow Brite, and Popples. She was really into fashion, and she could dance, a lot like Hermione. He also knew, that neither Draco nor Pansy had the Dark Mark.
The two were at lunch. They were both working on their homework. Neither of them were wearing their robes, they had stuffed them in their bags. Pansy had her long sleeves rolled up past her elbows in a cute manner, her grey vest, Slytherin colors, and the crest embroidered over her heart matched her silver bracelet, and her green hair piece was holding her hair in a top knot.
Draco was next to her, singing softly to himself, tapping the beat on the table. She had soon joined in, but with the more complex part, and they had the whole table singing soon.
One step I make an IMPRINT-two step is commitment Three steps I'm not done yet-Draw my other leg up and the pace is set (and the pace is set)
hello hello hello hello hello
Gotta believe in what's real-You gotta go with what you know
You can leave here with a good feeling-You let them know you told them so
Jesus Christ and Heaven's always been there
Gotta believe in what's real-You gotta go with what you know
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
hello hello hello hello hello
Gotta tell you what I feel-Although your tank is running low
Over the split life for real-Pat the hood you're good to go
Here and now, pass the cars of the wicked
You gotta believe in what's real-you gotta move on down the road
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
gotta believe in what's real
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
gotta believe in what's real
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
Gotta believe in what's real
One step-I make an IMPRINT
Two steps is commitment you gotta believe in what's real-Three steps I'm not done yet
Draw my other leg up and the pace is set
Afterwards the two laughed and high fived. He rolled up his sleeves, stood and pulled her to her feet. He caught a glimpse of their forearms. Nothing but pale skin and slightly tanned skin. Draco and Pansy began to dance. When they were finished he held her in his arms, and they laughed together. Draco and Harry's eyes met. Draco's eyes narrowed, and he sneered. He flicked Harry off, and the two sat down again. They didn't stay very much longer. Soon they were grabbing their bags, with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle following. They didn't even bother pulling their robes on.
Harry directed his attention to his friends. Hermione and Ginny were babbling about the talent show.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked through a mouthful of spaghetti, his eyes following Draco out of the Great Hall.
"I dunno, guess I'm not allowed to look at him." Harry shrugged.
"I think he's jealous." Ron swallowed, returning his eyes to look at Harry.
"Maybe. I dunno, and I don't care." Harry stood, and swung his bag over his shoulder. "Hermione, you coming?" The girl nodded, and waved goodbye to Ginny. The three followed the other's out of the large room. The "Dream Team" talking about the talent show, wondering who was going to win. Avoiding catching up to the group of Slytherins. Meanwhile, the band worked on singing, Pansy played the beat by clapping her hands, Draco singing at the top of his lungs, carrying so loudly that even the Dream Team could hear it softly, like the wind sweeping through their hair.