Disclaimer: Done in first chapter. Although in this chapter I must also mention the first song is Blindguardian's Nightfall. The second one is Trapt's These Walls.
Thankyou to all my reviewers, sorry it took so long to update, my comp is being an evil pepsi can, in short, it wouldn't work.
Game Over
Noename
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had never had a talent show before. All the teacher's were eager to see their studen'ts performance's, all the students were excited, itching to either get onto the stage, or eager to watch. Tension was high on what to wear, many had dates for some odd reason. It was a lot like a concert, filled with talent's of sorts. Dancers, singers, music players, and some other odd ones thrown in for good measure.
The best were always the musicians, and the dancers. That's why the band "Viper" started getting ready two hours before anybody else.
"Crabbe! You can't just wear casual clothes like that. Baggy jeans, and a baggy shirt isn't going to cut it." Pancy said in exasperation. Draco looked on from his sitting position on the bed, his eyes slightly glazed. Like he was watching something, and he didn't like that something. He was reliving the dream he had the previous night.
It had been the same man he saw last time, when he was laying outside. However, this time the two were in his father's dungeon's with other prisoners he didn't know. One had vibrant pink hair, another looked stoned, and the other smelled a lot like cat food. His father opened the door, and grabbed the man.
"Locked up in here you can't save your precious godson." Lucius had hissed into his captives ear, holding him up by his hair. He threw him back to the ground.
"What are you going to do Sirius? Nothing. That's all you can do." His father hit the man that was Sirius, and he went spiraling to the floor. When he stood he held his head high in pride. He glared at Lucius, and punched him.
Draco had remembered the anger rising up in his father's eyes during that dream, and how he had dragged Sirius, and Draco out of that room, yelling something about pain, fire billowing inside him, and then Draco had awoken screaming.
"In the name of the unicorns! Draco! Pay attention, we can't go on looking like we just woke up!" Pancy crossed her arms over her chest. Draco was forced back to reality, he stood blankly, and pulled on his black leather pants, a red muscle shirt, and over that a longsleeve red fishnet. After fully dressed he turned to look at Pancy. She wore baggy red plaids, and a form fitting tank top. The back of the shirt was fishnet, and her eye make up went slightly back. Her brown hair was up in bun, but the hair was spiked out around it.
"Yes, ofcourse. No baggy jeans." Draco sniggered, drinking down a glass of water.
"Its not 'no baggy jeans', its that he looked so, well, not awake. It just looked stupid." Pancy smiled, and picked up her drumsticks. "Come on, finish up, I'll meet you downstairs. We'll have to transport everything there in about ten minutes time, if we want time to practice that is." Draco nodded, and turned towards his foreposter. After he heard the soft click of the door closing behind her, he began to fix his hair.
"How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate?" Draco questioned himself, while spiking his hair. "I have this dream replaying through my mind, and I'm supposed to go up there and sing my guts out." With a heavy sigh he threw on his trench, and a pair of black steel toe boots.
Little did he know that Pancy was still on the other side of the door. She usually wasn't one for eavesdropping, but she could sence something was wrong with Draco. He never blanked out completely when she was talking to him. Before he opened the door she silently crept down the stairs, and took a seat on one of the leather couches, keeping a small beat going on her legs.
Soon the band was all together in the Common Room, levitating their instruments and heading out to the Great Hall with them trailing behind them. Draco, and Pancy had so far completely ignored the other three's wardrobe, none had talked. And the couple finally realised that their three friends were there. Goyle was wearing a pair of black baggy bondage pants, with chains hanging around the back, and a plain black muscle shirt, his short hair was spiked straight up. Crabbe had the same wardrobe, but his bristles were hidden underneath a black bandana. Blaise was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with hooks and chains all over it, and a pair of pants identical to Draco's, his hair was down for headbang usage.
"Okay, so we'll put everything behind the second curtain, then we'll have two others open them, we'll use magic to have everything slide forward onto the stage, and we'll enter." Blaise planned out all the set up's simply.
Draco nodded, and the four entered the back stage area, setting everything up, and looking outside through a small space in the curtains.
"Holy shit!" Blaise hissed, ducking his head back in. "The whole damn school's out there."
"What did you expect?" Draco snapped irritably. "It's a school talent show. So, most likely, the school would show up. Now, come over and look through this with me." Draco picked up the list of people who would be preforming, and the order they would be in. "We're going to be last." Draco flipped through three pages.
"It's gonna be a long night." Pancy made her way to a small area on the side of the stage where the other contestant's would be watching. She took a seat as close to the stage as possible, Draco right beside her. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle behind them.
First there was Seamus, and his fire show. Suprising nothing blew up in his face. Then Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil sang. They were horrible. After that the band just stopped listening. Until, they were jolted from their conversation.
"Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley!" Dumbledore called jovially. The group looked at the stage in interest. The two girls came out, and the whole school had a mouth hitting the floor moment.
Ginny Weasley had her hair in braids with pink streaks. She wore a pair of short shorts, and a low cleavaged halter top. Hermione wore also the short shorts, but her shirt covered tank covered her back. The music kicked in, and the two were soon dancing 'Dirty-Christina Aguilara.' The crowd wooped, and cheered. Some people started dancing in the crowd.
"This is disturbing." Draco stated matter-of-factly. "1. Christina Aguilara isn't our thing. 2. Them dancing to it, and giving Goyle a hard on is even worse. 3. Need I say more." Draco sat back, and Pancy rolled her eyes away from the stage.
"Why didn't we realise they were sitting with us?" She questioned, her eyebrows contracting.
"Because frankly, we don't give a shit." Blaise answered, thinking of things that would stop Goyle from squirming in his seat. Draco heaved a sigh. It was easy to win the show, but when they were there, wearing short shorts, boys getting excited, it was hard not to doubt himself.
"Viper!" Dumbledore suddenly yelled. The four cursed together, and practicaly flew to their posts. Their instruments seiged onto the stage, and they quickly took their places.
Pancy smiled at Draco from her place at her drums, the whole band had decided they wouldn't switch drummers. The school was going wild. The Slytherin's screamed, and hooted. The Gryffindor's looked dubius, some Hufflepuff's started in with the Slytherins, along with half the Ravenclaws. Feeling a surge of energy Draco took the microphone.
No sign of life did flicker
In floods of tears she cried
"All hope's lost it can't be undone
They're wasted and gone"
"Save me your speeches
I know (They blinded us all)
What you want
You will take it away from me
Take it and I know for sure
The light she once brought in
Is gone forevermore"
The band held onto the last word, and Draco began the next verse.
Like sorrowful seaguls they sang
"(We're) lost in the deep shades
The misty cloud brought
(A wailing when beauty was gone
Come take a look at the sky)
Monstrous it covered the shore
Fearful into the unknown"
Quietly it crept in new horror
Insanity reigned
And spilled the first blood
When the old king was slain
The crowd cheered enthusiasticly, some Gryffindor's cocked eyebrows, other's forgot about past fights with their fellow peers, and some were enchanted by the voice's flowing from their mouths.
The band burst into the melody, and harmony of the song, the music blasted, and Draco threw his trench away from him, bending to sing to the crowd.
chorus:
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony
"How long shall we
Mourn in the dark
the bliss and the beauty
Will not return
Say farewell to sadness and grief
Though long and hard the road may be"
But even in silence I heard the words
"An oath we shall swear
By the name of the one
Until the world's end
It can't be broken"
Draco made the signal that they were going to cut the particular song alittle shorter than usual, knowing they wouldn't have enough time to finish two songs if they didn't stop since they were late to stage.
Just wondering how
I can still hear these voices inside
The doom of the Noldor drew near
The words of a banished king
"I swear revenge"
Filled with anger aflamed our hearts
Full of hate full of pride
We screamed for revenge
chorus
Skipping instrumental break the band brought it to an end.'
"Back to where it all began..." Draco, and Pancy echoed. The crowd erupted, many boos were found, but Draco gave his sexiest smirk, and turned to show it to his band. They all smirked back, and the band began up on their next song, slowly changing from the melody from the first song to the melody to the second.
"Wanna just say real quick that we aren't going to waste time on worthless thankyou for listening to us speeches. We're just going to cut to the chase. LETS ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL!" Slowly the next song started, not giving any backup to what he said, but many muggle born's from the crowd began to yell themselves deaf that recognised the song.
Something missing
Left behind
Search in circles
Every time I try
I've been here before
I've seen you before
Draco gave a quick headbang, and the band burst into chorus. Closing his eyes Draco made the infamous singer's face. He squeezed his eyes shut, and sang until he was sure his lung's were going to jump from his mouth. He kneeled onto his knees infront of the 4th years, and leaned forward.
I can't escape walking down these halls
Hard to find a place where there are no walls
And no lines begging me to cross
Only straight ahead better move along
Through the hold on he stood. Gripping at his hair. The band moved into only instrumental, and he moved around the stage, looking at the ceiling. He began to sing.
Like Clockwork
I commit the crime
I pretend to be
everything they like
I've been here before
I've seen you before
I can't escape walking down these halls
Hard to find a place where there are no walls
And no lines begging me to cross
Only straight ahead better move along
Pancy began to sing with Draco this time, he was getting insane. He began to tear down pointless amps during the chorus. Jumping, tearing at his hair, and gripping the microphone until his knuckles turned white. Pancy knew he got into the music, but it was insane this time. She decided to really start kicking it in, flailing her hair even more than before, banging on her instrument like a mad woman.
And I trade everything for this
And I trade everything for this
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
The music slowed, and Pancy calmed a bit. Blaise, Draco, and Pancy began rythmic oo's after she stroke the chimes, and went back to drumming. Blaise began to headbang, almost loosing his balance. Goyle was doing keyboard, and sound effects, ripping off his bandana.
I won't lose my place in line
I've been here too long and I've spent too much time
I won't lose my place in line
I've been here too long and I've spent too much time
Draco calmed considerably, and stood center stage, gazing at the crowd with his eyebrows furrowed. Eyes reflecting emotion.
Something missing
Left behind
Search in circles
Every time I try
I've been here before
I've seen you before
Blaise jumped up in the air at the end of the first verse repeated, and fell with a furocius guitar note. Draco began to sing hard again, Pancy going insane behind her drumset.
can't escape walking down these halls
Hard to find a place where there are no walls
And no lines begging me to cross
Only straight ahead better move along
And I trade everything for this
And I trade everything for this
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Draco repeated wall, holding on, and Blaise began to headbang slower while keeping with the guitar blast. Pancy slowed down near the end slightly, and Blaise finished the song with a perfect slow guitar solo.
The crowd erupted, and Draco seemed to wake up from his music, and he held up his hands in rock on signs. "YEAH!" He shouted. Pancy followed suit, as did Blaise.
The band ran to the backstage laughing. Draco couldn't remember being this happy. He looked around, and suddenly reality dawned on him. What if they won? His father would surely find out. Draco bit his lip, hoping Pancy didn't see his suddenly apprehensive look, but as usual, his hope was in vain.
"Draco Malfoy!" She squeeked out. "If you dare go being all, 'what about my father' on me right now, so god help me-"
"Yeah, I know. It was just for a moment, I don't give a shit."
"The judges need half an hour time. Just adds to the suspention!" Dumbledore laughed, and walked over to the band. "Excellent show." And he bounced off.
"He is on fucking pot." Blaise murmured under his breath, and the four made their way to their seats.
Draco began to look around. It was odd. He suddenly he didn't care about his father. If he won this, he'd be happy. His father would beat him, but he'd be happy anyways. If he lost, that was his luck. Maybe it wasn't his day. And then it dawned on him. He didn't want to be his father. He didn't want to be a deatheater, or fight with Weasley, Granger, and Potter. He didn't care. With the realisation came a feeling as if a burden has been lifted. He didn't know why, but somehow the knowledge he didn't want to be his father changed the road he was on completely, and that even though he didn't want to be his father, didn't mean his father couldn't beat him senceless, and that was a burden all in itself, he felt free.
"Earth to Draco!" Pancy flung herself across his lap, and he felt his skin jump up without him.
"What?" He asked his eyes returning to their normal size.
"He's announcing the winner." She pointed to the stage, and looked at him. "The judges seem to be looking at us, and it's scaring me." She noted. Draco laughed, and leaned forward eagerly.
"And the winner is, "Dumbledore opened the envelope slowly. Draco felt like he was nominated for best actor on the Grammy's. He bent forward, "Viper!" The crowd erupted into a sea of noise. Draco sat there for awhile, stunned that he had won. For once he had beaten one of Potter's friends, and practicaly Potter for that matter. He cast his eyes over the crowd of people, and spotted Harry and Ron. Harry had grim eyes that were looking at Ron, who's fist was clenched on the table. Hermione was smiling, and clapping enthusiasticly.
"Come on!" Pancy lugged the boy up, and they began to meander on stage. It all seemed so perfect. Too perfect. Draco glanced around, and spotted something that unsettled him slightly. Harry Potter looked like death.
The next few days of Hogwart's were peaceful for Draco. It sounded quite lame when he thought about it, but that was the only way to describe them. He decided to leave the Dream Team alone. Forgetting about anything he ever said, refusing to be his father's replica. Refusing to be his bastard father, to end up like him. He knew his father got it from Draco's grandfather, and that Draco had a chance of ending up just like his father, but he decided he wouldn't.
The Dream Team ofcourse were so startled that he wasn't insulting them that they were scared. Hermione didn't even look at him, and Ron decided to test the Slytherin, to see if it was a trick.
"Harry, come on! Let's see, I can't stand it anymore. What if he is tricking us, trying to get us offguard!" Ron protested, sprawled out on the couch.
"Uhhh...Maybe because we could just not trust him, that way we don't have to jump him to see if he fights back. I mean, trusting seem's like so much Ron! But we can do it!" Harry said sarcasticaly staring at the book he was supposed to be reading.
"Would you two just give it up?" Hermione sighed. "Stop trying to make him look like he's out to kill you. Just remain neutral!"
"Hermione, I can't. I'm Harry Potter. The fucking boy who fucking lived! I can't just run about giving information to both sides." Harry slammed down his book. His temper was running very thin those days, a slight disturbance in his homework, and he was known to hit whoever was closest. Ron was beginning to also wear thin, while Hermione decided to stop talking with them most of the time. It was like they were PMSing boy style.
"I'm not saying that you should do that Harry, just don't mess with him, and don't treat him nicely anymore. Ignore him. Not trust, not spectate, ignore." Hermione shoved her books into her bookbag, and retired to the girl's dormitry, although everyone knew she was just going to be reading up there anyway.
Ron smiled widely at his girlfriend's retreating back. "I'm sorry to say, we're wrong." Ron laughed. "Why were we even argueing about it, it's stupid!" Ron scooped all his books into his own bag.
"Because, we're guys." Harry mimmicked Hermione's voice. "You're always looking for a fight." Harry, and Ron burst into laughter. Then Ron stopped.
"If you're dissing my girlfriend."
"I'm not, just joking, even if I was you would still be laughing."
"True."
"Very." And the two Gryffindor boy's climbed up the boys stairs joking, and laughing about Malfoy.
Draco flipped through his Potion's book angrily. Class hadn't started yet, but he was trying to look like he was concentrating which was very hard after he, and Pancy had just had a fight.
She sat in the back, and he knew that her eyes were burning into the back of his head. Her eyes seering into his brain. It had been about the dark mark. She said she had no choice but to receive it, and become a spy for Dumbledore. Ofcourse Draco told her that she didn't have to. She could runaway, tell Dumbledore she was afraid that the Dark Lord would recruit her soon. She had refused. Refused to come for help. She was stubborn, and prideful. She also had pointed out that she could be more useful this way. Draco had glared at her for awhile, and then he hit her.
After that Draco had retired to his own dorm, and began cursing himself for being a reinactment of his own father. For smacking her, for finding relief in it. Then he hurt himself as his punishment. God damn he felt like a house elf. He had the most amusing image of a one foot tall him running around with a tea sack on yelling, "bad Draco," and then slamming himself with a lamp. He earned himself a smirk, and turned his attention to the board.
"Good morning class." Snape strode into the room from his office. His eyes swept over them. First to the Gryffindor's, his lips curling. Then to the Slytherin's. He frowned when he realised that Pancy wasn't by her boyfriend, and still staring at him as if she could melt him with her eyes.
"Today we're going to have a written assignment, so put all your thing's away, and I'll hand it out." Snape set the papers on one of the Gryffindor's desks, and they passed it around. He set the other stack of paper's on his godson's desk, and bent down to talk to him.
"I'd like to see you in my office after class." Snape straightened up, and sat behind his desk; observing his working students.
The minutes ticked by mercilessly slow, and Harry soon felt drowsy. He had finished faster than he had expected, afterall he hated potions, but it was a easy worksheet. Most the class was finished, and sleeping before him. Draco had been the first, but he didn't sleep. He took out another piece of parchment, and began to write in a fast pace. Harry found it interesting, that now Draco was on the third page. He caught himself watching him the rest of the hour. It was odd that Draco hadn't dissed him yet, and he found it interesting. So interesting that he didn't even realise the bell rang until Hermione shouted his name.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled waving her hand infront of his face. "Come on."
"I'll be with you in a minute."
"I'll stay with you, I needed to ask Snape something." Ron chipped in. Hermione gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and walked out.
Both the boys looked at eachother, and at Snape's office door.
"Quick, be a klutz." Harry hissed noticing Snape, and Draco were having a heated discussion.
"Too late." Ron picked up a thing of ingrediants, and dropped it, then dropped to the floor pretending to have tripped.
"Clean it up Potter, and Weasley." Snape shouted from the door, and slammed it shut. The two smiled, and worked slowly on the mess, listening closely.
"Why does it even matter to you? It's never mattered before!" It was Draco's voice.
"I'm your godfather, I'm supposed to care." Snape's voice was harsh. "Anyways, you worry me sometimes." Snape's voice softened, and Harry and Draco raised their eyebrows.
"I worry you a lot! It doesn't matter. We just got in a fight about the Dark Mark." Draco obviously didn't realise that the two Gryffindor's could still hear them, because he didn't talk any quieter after that. "She said she had to get initiuated, become a spy for Dumbledore!" They heard Draco on the brink of tear's, and the Gryffindor's eyebrows dissapeared through their hair.
"Never knew him to be such a softy." Ron whispered sarcasticaly. Harry put a finger to his lips, and continued to sweep up the dead bugs.
"That's her own choice Draco!" You can't be angry at her for making a choice!" Snape warned.
"But, it's not a good choice! I look out for her because she's my girlfriend! But I don't know if I even want to know her anymore. She could tell Dumbledore, but still she refuses! And then I hit her! I FUCKING HIT HER!" Draco screamed. The two heard a large crash, which sounded like something had been knocked from a shelf. It reminded Harry of his fifth year, after he got to Dumbledore's office, and he saw Sirius d-. Harry gulped back tears, trying to get back to his teacher's, and peer's discussion.
"Why did you hit her?" Snape asked, barely audible to the two eavesdroppers.
"I don't know. I was angry, I needed the relief of hurting her." There was a sound like Draco had thrown himself into a chair. "And then I was angry at myself."
"Draco," They heard the rustle of robes, he must've been approaching the blonde. "Let me see your arms."
"Why?"
"I need to see if you hurt yourself." Snape sighed. "I'm not going to lie that I wouldn't trust you if you said no." Draco was pulling up his sleeve's from the sound of it.
"Draco."
"Yes." Draco's voice was slightly shaky, but they heard him regain control.
"Don't you ever! EVER DO THIS AGAIN!" The volume of the potion's master's voice was enough to get Harry, and Ron running like their pants were on fire, but they saw Draco's silhouette stand through the small glass window on the side of the door.
"Why? It's my own choice. I'm not just going to stop what I do because it harms me, because it helps me at the same time. It helps me regain control over myself, and my emotions. I feel like the pain's gone afterwards! So, no, I'm not going to stop."
"I'll tell Dumbledore."
"Okay." And they heard Draco move for the door. They quickly put everything in the trash, and ran from the room, late for lunch as usual, but if they had stayed they would have caught Snape draw Draco into a hug, and the boy start to sob into the black robe's of the only person who ever cared about him his whole life.
A/N: I'm actually kind of happy how this turned out. I didn't think it would be that great. I didn't want to potray a whole, happy happy joy joy thing, oh we won! Because naturaly they would win, because that helps out later. So, I hope you enjoyed!
Thankyou to all my reviewers, sorry it took so long to update, my comp is being an evil pepsi can, in short, it wouldn't work.
Game Over
Noename
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had never had a talent show before. All the teacher's were eager to see their studen'ts performance's, all the students were excited, itching to either get onto the stage, or eager to watch. Tension was high on what to wear, many had dates for some odd reason. It was a lot like a concert, filled with talent's of sorts. Dancers, singers, music players, and some other odd ones thrown in for good measure.
The best were always the musicians, and the dancers. That's why the band "Viper" started getting ready two hours before anybody else.
"Crabbe! You can't just wear casual clothes like that. Baggy jeans, and a baggy shirt isn't going to cut it." Pancy said in exasperation. Draco looked on from his sitting position on the bed, his eyes slightly glazed. Like he was watching something, and he didn't like that something. He was reliving the dream he had the previous night.
It had been the same man he saw last time, when he was laying outside. However, this time the two were in his father's dungeon's with other prisoners he didn't know. One had vibrant pink hair, another looked stoned, and the other smelled a lot like cat food. His father opened the door, and grabbed the man.
"Locked up in here you can't save your precious godson." Lucius had hissed into his captives ear, holding him up by his hair. He threw him back to the ground.
"What are you going to do Sirius? Nothing. That's all you can do." His father hit the man that was Sirius, and he went spiraling to the floor. When he stood he held his head high in pride. He glared at Lucius, and punched him.
Draco had remembered the anger rising up in his father's eyes during that dream, and how he had dragged Sirius, and Draco out of that room, yelling something about pain, fire billowing inside him, and then Draco had awoken screaming.
"In the name of the unicorns! Draco! Pay attention, we can't go on looking like we just woke up!" Pancy crossed her arms over her chest. Draco was forced back to reality, he stood blankly, and pulled on his black leather pants, a red muscle shirt, and over that a longsleeve red fishnet. After fully dressed he turned to look at Pancy. She wore baggy red plaids, and a form fitting tank top. The back of the shirt was fishnet, and her eye make up went slightly back. Her brown hair was up in bun, but the hair was spiked out around it.
"Yes, ofcourse. No baggy jeans." Draco sniggered, drinking down a glass of water.
"Its not 'no baggy jeans', its that he looked so, well, not awake. It just looked stupid." Pancy smiled, and picked up her drumsticks. "Come on, finish up, I'll meet you downstairs. We'll have to transport everything there in about ten minutes time, if we want time to practice that is." Draco nodded, and turned towards his foreposter. After he heard the soft click of the door closing behind her, he began to fix his hair.
"How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate?" Draco questioned himself, while spiking his hair. "I have this dream replaying through my mind, and I'm supposed to go up there and sing my guts out." With a heavy sigh he threw on his trench, and a pair of black steel toe boots.
Little did he know that Pancy was still on the other side of the door. She usually wasn't one for eavesdropping, but she could sence something was wrong with Draco. He never blanked out completely when she was talking to him. Before he opened the door she silently crept down the stairs, and took a seat on one of the leather couches, keeping a small beat going on her legs.
Soon the band was all together in the Common Room, levitating their instruments and heading out to the Great Hall with them trailing behind them. Draco, and Pancy had so far completely ignored the other three's wardrobe, none had talked. And the couple finally realised that their three friends were there. Goyle was wearing a pair of black baggy bondage pants, with chains hanging around the back, and a plain black muscle shirt, his short hair was spiked straight up. Crabbe had the same wardrobe, but his bristles were hidden underneath a black bandana. Blaise was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with hooks and chains all over it, and a pair of pants identical to Draco's, his hair was down for headbang usage.
"Okay, so we'll put everything behind the second curtain, then we'll have two others open them, we'll use magic to have everything slide forward onto the stage, and we'll enter." Blaise planned out all the set up's simply.
Draco nodded, and the four entered the back stage area, setting everything up, and looking outside through a small space in the curtains.
"Holy shit!" Blaise hissed, ducking his head back in. "The whole damn school's out there."
"What did you expect?" Draco snapped irritably. "It's a school talent show. So, most likely, the school would show up. Now, come over and look through this with me." Draco picked up the list of people who would be preforming, and the order they would be in. "We're going to be last." Draco flipped through three pages.
"It's gonna be a long night." Pancy made her way to a small area on the side of the stage where the other contestant's would be watching. She took a seat as close to the stage as possible, Draco right beside her. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle behind them.
First there was Seamus, and his fire show. Suprising nothing blew up in his face. Then Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil sang. They were horrible. After that the band just stopped listening. Until, they were jolted from their conversation.
"Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley!" Dumbledore called jovially. The group looked at the stage in interest. The two girls came out, and the whole school had a mouth hitting the floor moment.
Ginny Weasley had her hair in braids with pink streaks. She wore a pair of short shorts, and a low cleavaged halter top. Hermione wore also the short shorts, but her shirt covered tank covered her back. The music kicked in, and the two were soon dancing 'Dirty-Christina Aguilara.' The crowd wooped, and cheered. Some people started dancing in the crowd.
"This is disturbing." Draco stated matter-of-factly. "1. Christina Aguilara isn't our thing. 2. Them dancing to it, and giving Goyle a hard on is even worse. 3. Need I say more." Draco sat back, and Pancy rolled her eyes away from the stage.
"Why didn't we realise they were sitting with us?" She questioned, her eyebrows contracting.
"Because frankly, we don't give a shit." Blaise answered, thinking of things that would stop Goyle from squirming in his seat. Draco heaved a sigh. It was easy to win the show, but when they were there, wearing short shorts, boys getting excited, it was hard not to doubt himself.
"Viper!" Dumbledore suddenly yelled. The four cursed together, and practicaly flew to their posts. Their instruments seiged onto the stage, and they quickly took their places.
Pancy smiled at Draco from her place at her drums, the whole band had decided they wouldn't switch drummers. The school was going wild. The Slytherin's screamed, and hooted. The Gryffindor's looked dubius, some Hufflepuff's started in with the Slytherins, along with half the Ravenclaws. Feeling a surge of energy Draco took the microphone.
No sign of life did flicker
In floods of tears she cried
"All hope's lost it can't be undone
They're wasted and gone"
"Save me your speeches
I know (They blinded us all)
What you want
You will take it away from me
Take it and I know for sure
The light she once brought in
Is gone forevermore"
The band held onto the last word, and Draco began the next verse.
Like sorrowful seaguls they sang
"(We're) lost in the deep shades
The misty cloud brought
(A wailing when beauty was gone
Come take a look at the sky)
Monstrous it covered the shore
Fearful into the unknown"
Quietly it crept in new horror
Insanity reigned
And spilled the first blood
When the old king was slain
The crowd cheered enthusiasticly, some Gryffindor's cocked eyebrows, other's forgot about past fights with their fellow peers, and some were enchanted by the voice's flowing from their mouths.
The band burst into the melody, and harmony of the song, the music blasted, and Draco threw his trench away from him, bending to sing to the crowd.
chorus:
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony
"How long shall we
Mourn in the dark
the bliss and the beauty
Will not return
Say farewell to sadness and grief
Though long and hard the road may be"
But even in silence I heard the words
"An oath we shall swear
By the name of the one
Until the world's end
It can't be broken"
Draco made the signal that they were going to cut the particular song alittle shorter than usual, knowing they wouldn't have enough time to finish two songs if they didn't stop since they were late to stage.
Just wondering how
I can still hear these voices inside
The doom of the Noldor drew near
The words of a banished king
"I swear revenge"
Filled with anger aflamed our hearts
Full of hate full of pride
We screamed for revenge
chorus
Skipping instrumental break the band brought it to an end.'
"Back to where it all began..." Draco, and Pancy echoed. The crowd erupted, many boos were found, but Draco gave his sexiest smirk, and turned to show it to his band. They all smirked back, and the band began up on their next song, slowly changing from the melody from the first song to the melody to the second.
"Wanna just say real quick that we aren't going to waste time on worthless thankyou for listening to us speeches. We're just going to cut to the chase. LETS ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL!" Slowly the next song started, not giving any backup to what he said, but many muggle born's from the crowd began to yell themselves deaf that recognised the song.
Something missing
Left behind
Search in circles
Every time I try
I've been here before
I've seen you before
Draco gave a quick headbang, and the band burst into chorus. Closing his eyes Draco made the infamous singer's face. He squeezed his eyes shut, and sang until he was sure his lung's were going to jump from his mouth. He kneeled onto his knees infront of the 4th years, and leaned forward.
I can't escape walking down these halls
Hard to find a place where there are no walls
And no lines begging me to cross
Only straight ahead better move along
Through the hold on he stood. Gripping at his hair. The band moved into only instrumental, and he moved around the stage, looking at the ceiling. He began to sing.
Like Clockwork
I commit the crime
I pretend to be
everything they like
I've been here before
I've seen you before
I can't escape walking down these halls
Hard to find a place where there are no walls
And no lines begging me to cross
Only straight ahead better move along
Pancy began to sing with Draco this time, he was getting insane. He began to tear down pointless amps during the chorus. Jumping, tearing at his hair, and gripping the microphone until his knuckles turned white. Pancy knew he got into the music, but it was insane this time. She decided to really start kicking it in, flailing her hair even more than before, banging on her instrument like a mad woman.
And I trade everything for this
And I trade everything for this
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
The music slowed, and Pancy calmed a bit. Blaise, Draco, and Pancy began rythmic oo's after she stroke the chimes, and went back to drumming. Blaise began to headbang, almost loosing his balance. Goyle was doing keyboard, and sound effects, ripping off his bandana.
I won't lose my place in line
I've been here too long and I've spent too much time
I won't lose my place in line
I've been here too long and I've spent too much time
Draco calmed considerably, and stood center stage, gazing at the crowd with his eyebrows furrowed. Eyes reflecting emotion.
Something missing
Left behind
Search in circles
Every time I try
I've been here before
I've seen you before
Blaise jumped up in the air at the end of the first verse repeated, and fell with a furocius guitar note. Draco began to sing hard again, Pancy going insane behind her drumset.
can't escape walking down these halls
Hard to find a place where there are no walls
And no lines begging me to cross
Only straight ahead better move along
And I trade everything for this
And I trade everything for this
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Why do I read the writing on the wall
Draco repeated wall, holding on, and Blaise began to headbang slower while keeping with the guitar blast. Pancy slowed down near the end slightly, and Blaise finished the song with a perfect slow guitar solo.
The crowd erupted, and Draco seemed to wake up from his music, and he held up his hands in rock on signs. "YEAH!" He shouted. Pancy followed suit, as did Blaise.
The band ran to the backstage laughing. Draco couldn't remember being this happy. He looked around, and suddenly reality dawned on him. What if they won? His father would surely find out. Draco bit his lip, hoping Pancy didn't see his suddenly apprehensive look, but as usual, his hope was in vain.
"Draco Malfoy!" She squeeked out. "If you dare go being all, 'what about my father' on me right now, so god help me-"
"Yeah, I know. It was just for a moment, I don't give a shit."
"The judges need half an hour time. Just adds to the suspention!" Dumbledore laughed, and walked over to the band. "Excellent show." And he bounced off.
"He is on fucking pot." Blaise murmured under his breath, and the four made their way to their seats.
Draco began to look around. It was odd. He suddenly he didn't care about his father. If he won this, he'd be happy. His father would beat him, but he'd be happy anyways. If he lost, that was his luck. Maybe it wasn't his day. And then it dawned on him. He didn't want to be his father. He didn't want to be a deatheater, or fight with Weasley, Granger, and Potter. He didn't care. With the realisation came a feeling as if a burden has been lifted. He didn't know why, but somehow the knowledge he didn't want to be his father changed the road he was on completely, and that even though he didn't want to be his father, didn't mean his father couldn't beat him senceless, and that was a burden all in itself, he felt free.
"Earth to Draco!" Pancy flung herself across his lap, and he felt his skin jump up without him.
"What?" He asked his eyes returning to their normal size.
"He's announcing the winner." She pointed to the stage, and looked at him. "The judges seem to be looking at us, and it's scaring me." She noted. Draco laughed, and leaned forward eagerly.
"And the winner is, "Dumbledore opened the envelope slowly. Draco felt like he was nominated for best actor on the Grammy's. He bent forward, "Viper!" The crowd erupted into a sea of noise. Draco sat there for awhile, stunned that he had won. For once he had beaten one of Potter's friends, and practicaly Potter for that matter. He cast his eyes over the crowd of people, and spotted Harry and Ron. Harry had grim eyes that were looking at Ron, who's fist was clenched on the table. Hermione was smiling, and clapping enthusiasticly.
"Come on!" Pancy lugged the boy up, and they began to meander on stage. It all seemed so perfect. Too perfect. Draco glanced around, and spotted something that unsettled him slightly. Harry Potter looked like death.
The next few days of Hogwart's were peaceful for Draco. It sounded quite lame when he thought about it, but that was the only way to describe them. He decided to leave the Dream Team alone. Forgetting about anything he ever said, refusing to be his father's replica. Refusing to be his bastard father, to end up like him. He knew his father got it from Draco's grandfather, and that Draco had a chance of ending up just like his father, but he decided he wouldn't.
The Dream Team ofcourse were so startled that he wasn't insulting them that they were scared. Hermione didn't even look at him, and Ron decided to test the Slytherin, to see if it was a trick.
"Harry, come on! Let's see, I can't stand it anymore. What if he is tricking us, trying to get us offguard!" Ron protested, sprawled out on the couch.
"Uhhh...Maybe because we could just not trust him, that way we don't have to jump him to see if he fights back. I mean, trusting seem's like so much Ron! But we can do it!" Harry said sarcasticaly staring at the book he was supposed to be reading.
"Would you two just give it up?" Hermione sighed. "Stop trying to make him look like he's out to kill you. Just remain neutral!"
"Hermione, I can't. I'm Harry Potter. The fucking boy who fucking lived! I can't just run about giving information to both sides." Harry slammed down his book. His temper was running very thin those days, a slight disturbance in his homework, and he was known to hit whoever was closest. Ron was beginning to also wear thin, while Hermione decided to stop talking with them most of the time. It was like they were PMSing boy style.
"I'm not saying that you should do that Harry, just don't mess with him, and don't treat him nicely anymore. Ignore him. Not trust, not spectate, ignore." Hermione shoved her books into her bookbag, and retired to the girl's dormitry, although everyone knew she was just going to be reading up there anyway.
Ron smiled widely at his girlfriend's retreating back. "I'm sorry to say, we're wrong." Ron laughed. "Why were we even argueing about it, it's stupid!" Ron scooped all his books into his own bag.
"Because, we're guys." Harry mimmicked Hermione's voice. "You're always looking for a fight." Harry, and Ron burst into laughter. Then Ron stopped.
"If you're dissing my girlfriend."
"I'm not, just joking, even if I was you would still be laughing."
"True."
"Very." And the two Gryffindor boy's climbed up the boys stairs joking, and laughing about Malfoy.
Draco flipped through his Potion's book angrily. Class hadn't started yet, but he was trying to look like he was concentrating which was very hard after he, and Pancy had just had a fight.
She sat in the back, and he knew that her eyes were burning into the back of his head. Her eyes seering into his brain. It had been about the dark mark. She said she had no choice but to receive it, and become a spy for Dumbledore. Ofcourse Draco told her that she didn't have to. She could runaway, tell Dumbledore she was afraid that the Dark Lord would recruit her soon. She had refused. Refused to come for help. She was stubborn, and prideful. She also had pointed out that she could be more useful this way. Draco had glared at her for awhile, and then he hit her.
After that Draco had retired to his own dorm, and began cursing himself for being a reinactment of his own father. For smacking her, for finding relief in it. Then he hurt himself as his punishment. God damn he felt like a house elf. He had the most amusing image of a one foot tall him running around with a tea sack on yelling, "bad Draco," and then slamming himself with a lamp. He earned himself a smirk, and turned his attention to the board.
"Good morning class." Snape strode into the room from his office. His eyes swept over them. First to the Gryffindor's, his lips curling. Then to the Slytherin's. He frowned when he realised that Pancy wasn't by her boyfriend, and still staring at him as if she could melt him with her eyes.
"Today we're going to have a written assignment, so put all your thing's away, and I'll hand it out." Snape set the papers on one of the Gryffindor's desks, and they passed it around. He set the other stack of paper's on his godson's desk, and bent down to talk to him.
"I'd like to see you in my office after class." Snape straightened up, and sat behind his desk; observing his working students.
The minutes ticked by mercilessly slow, and Harry soon felt drowsy. He had finished faster than he had expected, afterall he hated potions, but it was a easy worksheet. Most the class was finished, and sleeping before him. Draco had been the first, but he didn't sleep. He took out another piece of parchment, and began to write in a fast pace. Harry found it interesting, that now Draco was on the third page. He caught himself watching him the rest of the hour. It was odd that Draco hadn't dissed him yet, and he found it interesting. So interesting that he didn't even realise the bell rang until Hermione shouted his name.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled waving her hand infront of his face. "Come on."
"I'll be with you in a minute."
"I'll stay with you, I needed to ask Snape something." Ron chipped in. Hermione gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and walked out.
Both the boys looked at eachother, and at Snape's office door.
"Quick, be a klutz." Harry hissed noticing Snape, and Draco were having a heated discussion.
"Too late." Ron picked up a thing of ingrediants, and dropped it, then dropped to the floor pretending to have tripped.
"Clean it up Potter, and Weasley." Snape shouted from the door, and slammed it shut. The two smiled, and worked slowly on the mess, listening closely.
"Why does it even matter to you? It's never mattered before!" It was Draco's voice.
"I'm your godfather, I'm supposed to care." Snape's voice was harsh. "Anyways, you worry me sometimes." Snape's voice softened, and Harry and Draco raised their eyebrows.
"I worry you a lot! It doesn't matter. We just got in a fight about the Dark Mark." Draco obviously didn't realise that the two Gryffindor's could still hear them, because he didn't talk any quieter after that. "She said she had to get initiuated, become a spy for Dumbledore!" They heard Draco on the brink of tear's, and the Gryffindor's eyebrows dissapeared through their hair.
"Never knew him to be such a softy." Ron whispered sarcasticaly. Harry put a finger to his lips, and continued to sweep up the dead bugs.
"That's her own choice Draco!" You can't be angry at her for making a choice!" Snape warned.
"But, it's not a good choice! I look out for her because she's my girlfriend! But I don't know if I even want to know her anymore. She could tell Dumbledore, but still she refuses! And then I hit her! I FUCKING HIT HER!" Draco screamed. The two heard a large crash, which sounded like something had been knocked from a shelf. It reminded Harry of his fifth year, after he got to Dumbledore's office, and he saw Sirius d-. Harry gulped back tears, trying to get back to his teacher's, and peer's discussion.
"Why did you hit her?" Snape asked, barely audible to the two eavesdroppers.
"I don't know. I was angry, I needed the relief of hurting her." There was a sound like Draco had thrown himself into a chair. "And then I was angry at myself."
"Draco," They heard the rustle of robes, he must've been approaching the blonde. "Let me see your arms."
"Why?"
"I need to see if you hurt yourself." Snape sighed. "I'm not going to lie that I wouldn't trust you if you said no." Draco was pulling up his sleeve's from the sound of it.
"Draco."
"Yes." Draco's voice was slightly shaky, but they heard him regain control.
"Don't you ever! EVER DO THIS AGAIN!" The volume of the potion's master's voice was enough to get Harry, and Ron running like their pants were on fire, but they saw Draco's silhouette stand through the small glass window on the side of the door.
"Why? It's my own choice. I'm not just going to stop what I do because it harms me, because it helps me at the same time. It helps me regain control over myself, and my emotions. I feel like the pain's gone afterwards! So, no, I'm not going to stop."
"I'll tell Dumbledore."
"Okay." And they heard Draco move for the door. They quickly put everything in the trash, and ran from the room, late for lunch as usual, but if they had stayed they would have caught Snape draw Draco into a hug, and the boy start to sob into the black robe's of the only person who ever cared about him his whole life.
A/N: I'm actually kind of happy how this turned out. I didn't think it would be that great. I didn't want to potray a whole, happy happy joy joy thing, oh we won! Because naturaly they would win, because that helps out later. So, I hope you enjoyed!