I'm the King of the bongo, King of the bongo bong

Draco was moodily glaring out the window. It was November, and raining. He hated November. What a lousy month.

He started quietly singing, leaning his forehead against the cool window. Actually he was more like half humming and half mumbling.

"Je vouldrais que tu te ramènes devant,

que tu sois là de temps en temps.

Et je vouldrais,

que tu te rappelles notre amour est éternel et pas artificiel."

He had been humming the same thing over and over again for some time, when he realized that he was not alone. He looked over his shoulder. "Hey, I didn't think you were coming tonight" he said to the gryffindor.

"I still have that divination essay to finish" Harry said, waving the roll of parchment in his hand. "What were you singing?"

Draco turned from the window and leaned on the window sill. "It's just a song I heard a few summers ago" Draco explained. "They were constantly playing it in France."

"I didn't know you speak French" Harry said.

Draco just shrugged. "I learned some before Hogwarts."

Harry nodded his head and asked "So what was the song about?"

"What is it always?" Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest, still a bit moody. "Love. And miserable people."

Harry frowned at this.

"'I would like you to come back to the front, that you would be there from time to time. And I would like you to remember that our love is for ever and not artificial'" Draco translated.

"That doesn't sound so bad" Harry commented.

Draco thought about it for a moment. "I translated it badly" he finally stated. "It wasn't 'I'd like' but 'I'd wish'. He wishes she would phone him more often. It's pretty apparent that she hasn't been doing that lately." Draco paused for a moment, re-grouping his thoughts. "It's so pathetic. The song is so desperate and the singer sounds manic. I don't ever want to be in that kind of state because of somebody else."

Harry wasn't fazed. "You don't think it's 'better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all'?" he asked.

Draco observed Harry for a moment. "You don't believe that either" he finally accused.

"Maybe" Harry admitted after a pause. "But I do believe that there's no point in trying to hide your heart away from heartbreak, 'cause loneliness will do the same damage to it anyway. That's from a song as well..."

With that, Harry turned and started to make his way towards the alcove. Then suddenly he came to a halt and faced Draco once more. "Wait! You know what phoning is?" he demanded curious.

Draco sighed. "Yes" he said. "The wizards in France are actually more integrated with the muggle world than here in England. The best hotels on the Côte d'Azur are run by muggles, so one has to check in as a muggle."

Harry crossed his arms as well. "Bummer" he commented, sarcastic.

Draco sneered at Harry's tone. "I guess they'll do as servants" he said.

"So what do you think about telephones?" Harry asked challengingly.

"Never used one" Draco replied rigidly. "They seem pretty complicated. And ridiculous. People walking around in the streets, talking to themselves" he added with an air of contempt.

"Nevertheless" Harry persisted. "Muggles are able to communicate with each other, any time, anywhere. They have created amazing innovations to ease their lives, and they have done it without magic. I think that deserves our respect."

"Yes yes, good for them." Draco doubted the accomplishment was so great. "But still, they are not magical. And that means they are and they always will be, below us."

"And muggles, for the most part, want nothing to do with magic, since it's so unnatural..." Harry countered.

"That's one more proof of their stupidity" Draco replied easily. "They should be bowing down to us."

"They don't think so" Harry said. "Actually, I think they'd rather blast us with an atomic bomb, than to bow to us."

Draco was getting aggravated. Talking about filthy muggles always did it for him. "Well bring it on. We have magic that is more powerful and more precise than any bomb."

"Well isn't that just swell" Harry mocked. "We'll just fight it to the end." He uncrossed his arms with a sigh and concentrated at the floor in front of him. "Muggles are not stupid, neither are wizards. Individuals who can't or won't see outside their own limited way of life, are stupid." Harry lifted his eyes to meet Draco's and the blonde could see them shining with tears. "People like you."

Harry walked away to his alcove. Draco hesitated for a moment, but followed the gryffindor.

"What is it?" Draco asked Harry, who was now sitting in his chair looking out the window.

Harry looked angrily at Draco. "My life and the lives of many others have been ruined because that power-grabbing arsehole decided to cash in on pure-bloods' prejudices" he started, vexed, but then he lost his thunder. "And I… I wish it weren't so" he finished somewhat lamely. He looked almost pleading when he said to Draco "You are part of the new generation, why won't you just give up the hate?"

Draco looked at Harry's gentle face, and he almost wished he could say what the gryffindor wanted to hear. Instead he stated with a vacant expression "Because there's nothing in it for me."

Harry stared at him disappointedly for a moment, before he redirected his gaze out the window. "Right" he whispered.

Draco left Harry to it and went to sit on the couch. He sat there with his book on his lap, but his mind wasn't on his homework. Since when had hating muggles become such a sinister thing? Why wasn't it okay to despise those arrogant bastards who hated everything that they didn't understand? Wizards had accepted it all. The hate and the killings. Living in these sodding, hidden wizarding communities practically underground, like being magical was something to be ashamed of! Wizards should be ruling the world, not muggles.

A voice startled him from his thoughts. "You think all muggles should be killed then."

Harry was standing at the entrance, leaning on the doorframe.

"Not killed necessarily" Draco answered truthfully. "But I do think they should be shown their proper place."

"And that is underneath you" Harry concluded.

"Underneath us wizards, yes" Draco replied.

Harry stood up straight and corrected "I'm not pure-blooded. I am not worthy" and went back to his alcove.

Title of the chapter from Bongo Bong by Manu Chao

The song Draco is humming is J't'emmène au vent by Louise Attaque