Ello all my wonderful marshmallows, this is only part one of the long massive, slashy, musical, social studies goodness; I don't own anyone besides the name of the band.

This story is dedicated to the wonderful John Campbell; I love that silly little fella.

Thanks for all the superb reviews!

Hey gangsters say 'word' right? e.g. 'me and my hoes are cruising down to the hood to get us sum pies word'. I was just wondering.

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"So you don't care."

"Not really."

"Harry! How can you not care!" Blaise said angrily, filling his mouth with a big spoon of porridge.

"If they want to act all melodramatic and not talk to me, let them."

"Harry, that's horrid! You need to go and talk to them; it's been four days!"

"No, I don't," said Harry, laughing bitterly. "They don't care about me, Blaise. They don't care about life or love or anything, only their poor little lives."

"Still, I feel so bad. They're both talking to me, though, and they haven't even mentioned the popping of your anal cherry."

Harry glared at Blaise. Blaise wiggled his eyebrows.

"Do you want another go at it behind the broom shed?"

"Blaise! Please! All your petty talk is ruining my bagel!" said Draco as he sat down next to Harry.

Blaise scoffed, "Oh, your poor bagel! I'm turning all the cream cheese rotten, am I?"

"You know the rules, Blaise!" Draco said angrily. "No talk about screwing Harry Potter behind the broom shed until after lunch."

"And how long has this rule been in place?" Harry asked, mockingly.

"Since third year. It's kind of a running joke." Blaise said, nonchalantly.

Harry made a confused face, as if asking the question 'What the fuck?'.

"So why aren't you sitting at Gryffindor anyway, Potter?" Draco asked.

"I'm having another fight with Hermione and Ron, and Seamus Finnegan was getting grabby under the table."

"Bloody Irish, can't keep their hands to themselves."

"Or their potatoes." Blaise added with wide eyes.

Harry frowned, and was about to ask what he meant when Draco caught his eye and shook his head viciously. He smiled at Harry, then gestured at Blaise, turning his finger round and round to signal Blaise was crazy. Harry had to smother his laugh with his fist. Draco smirked and took another bite of bagel.

"And then I'm like, 'It's not rape if you rape them back!', and he's like, 'Get away from me, you hillbilly!' and I'm like, 'First return my cousin!' …"

"Even though I'm sure this story is highly significant, if we don't leave now we'll be late for potions." Draco said, checking a silver pocket watch.

"Pff! I don't like potions now, Snape's a bully to us Slytherins!"

"Welcome to my life." Harry said sarcastically, fetching his bag from under the table.

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Harry spent the rest of his day with the unusual companionship of the Slytherins, but in Divination, the one lesson none of his band mates shared with him, Harry had no choice but to sit with Seamus.

"So Harry," purred Seamus, "Now that we're away from all those crazy straight people, I was wondering if you wanted to..."

"I can't." Harry said quickly, crossing his legs and moving over two spaces. "I…my ah…pimp doesn't allow it." he said, then winced. After spending all this time with the Slytherins, he'd hoped that a least a little bit of their cunning would have rubbed off on him. Clearly not.

"Your pimp? Damn that Draco Malfoy, he wouldn't let Blaise go with me to the Yule ball back in forth year either!"

"My pimp is Draco Malfoy?"

"That's who you mean, isn't it Harry?"

"Ah…yeah, of course, we hang down at the…ah ghetto…every other weekend bro…my snizzle."

"That's cool." said Seamus, looking a bit disappointed. "I mean, I understand your lifestyle choice and all. Being a gangster hoe must be fun."

Harry breathed heavily through his nose; he was almost shaking in amusement.

"Yeah, its da life… word!"

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"Blaise! How could you tell Seamus Finnegan that your pimp was Malfoy?" Harry cried at dinner.

"What, whose pimp am I now?"

Harry, who had just marched over to the Slytherin table, shook his head and sat down with the band. Pansy was painting her nails bright green while eating noodles, as Goyle watched on with beloved awe. Draco and Blaise had been eating shepherds pie.

"I love shepherds pie for dinner!" sang Blaise happily.

"You should have seen him, he really believed that you were my pimp!" Harry said with wide eyes to Draco.

"Well, like I've said before, if anyone was going to be our pimp, it would be Panse. She sleeps with us, sets us to sleep with each other, buys gifts for us and smokes like a horse."

"Horses don't smoke." quipped Pansy, lighting a fag.

"How come no Professor has ever noticed your smoking?" Draco asked.

"Magic." said Pansy with a smirk. "And numerous sexual favours."

"I am sorry to interrupt your assuredly delightful conversations," boomed the headmaster Dumbledore's voice over the school, "but I am obliged and proud to announce that our school charms club has won an award for best senior year charms club in the magical community!"

At this point, Blaise jumped off his chair and started shouting in joy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he chanted.

"I know its superb news, Mr. Zabini, but no reason to overreact." called Dumbledore.

"Are you even in the Charms club?" Harry whispered.

Blaise smirked. "Nope, just pleased, that's all."

Harry laughed.

"As I was saying, to award the sixth and seventh years, I have decided to allow the students a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow afternoon and night, where I hear, from Madam Rosmerta, that a new band from Italy will be performing! Enjoy the rest of your dinner!"

Pansy gulped. Blaise looked like he was about to jump up and head for the astronomy tower.

"He means us, doesn't he?" asked Goyle, finding his voice first. "The band from Italy. I knew this was a bad idea, playing at the pub!"

"What are we going to do?" whispered Harry. "Everyone's bound to know it's us!"

Draco ran his fingers through his blond hair. "I think we should play anyway." he grumbled. "What's the worst that can happen? We get detention for being out of school grounds last week, Rosmerta gets arrested for selling alcohol to minors, and Potter wets his pants on stage."

"I'm not even going to argue, because even I reckon it might happen!" said Harry, crossing his legs.

Draco laughed. "See, this isn't going to weaken our performance! We're still going to get out there and rock together, as a band!"

"We don't even have a name." Blaise whined.

"I know," said Harry, smiling, "What about Ostentatious?"

"Who, me?" said Blaise.

"Very funny." mocked Harry.

"Yeah, that's a cool name, but only Blaise, Draco and Pansy are ostentatious by nature."

"That's even better!" said Draco. "Ostentatious by Nature."

"I like it!" said Pansy. "I'm going to go make band T-shirts! And plan our outfits." She grinned and got up from the table, skipping off and out the Hall in a very un-Slytherin manner.

"Do you think we're ready to play any of your music yet, Draco?" asked Blaise.

"Not yet." sighed Draco. "I think we'll be fine playing covers around wizards, but if we ever wanted to play for muggles, we'd have to branch out into our own music."

"Hi! My name's Harry. I'm in the band Ostentatious by Nature."

Draco smiled. "Bet it'll be nice being famous for something you remember." he joked.

Harry smiled. "And you'll like it, wont you, when we become richly famous, with both muggles and wizards alike worshiping us?"

Draco smiled widely. "I will love it."

Harry smile toothily as well.

"Hey, why don't we go and stand on the astronomy tower and pretend to be God spitting on his minions?" Draco suggested, taking his last bite of pie.

Harry laughed loudly. "That would be great."

"Where are you two young marshmallows off to?" Blaise asked suspiciously.

"Going to go and spit on people." Harry and Draco chorused.

"I swear! You two act like six-year-olds at times! Go run off, have your childish frills, Goyle and I are going to play chess!"

Harry and Draco didn't need telling twice. They both smirked and ran out of the great hall, cackling with glee.

"I swear again!" Blaise cried. "So childish! Anyway, do you want to play for candy or my new spinning top?"

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Harry leant over the astronomy tower wall, peering down at the people walking about in the small courtyard below. He smiled, and leant further over, calling back to his companion.

"So is this where Blaise tried to jump off?"

"Yeah." said Draco, leaning over the wall and peering down, his soft blond hair flying around his face. "I was quite surprised that he went through with it. He's one Slytherin who's braver than he looks."

Harry smiled and watched Draco's dark grey eyes scope over the grounds, his green scarf blowing in the wind.

"Look, there's someone!" said Harry, only taking his eyes off Draco's sculptured face for a second. "Bet you can't hit them!"

Draco laughed merrily. He sucked in, then spat, letting a glop of saliva fall as gracefully as a tear to the person's head below. He ducked away from the edge, pulling Harry with him, as the person looked hastily up.

"Bet he thinks its starting to rain!" laughed Draco and they sat behind the wall. Harry had doubled over in mirth.

"Who did you get?"

"Weasley. For you, of course."

Harry pulled a scornful look onto his face.

"Oh, come on." scoffed Draco. "You would've done the same if you'd known it was him!"

Harry smiled widely.

"See, you're not all Gryffindor, Potter. I bet you have a little Slytherin in you, and I'm not talking about Blaise!"

Harry hit Draco lightly while he laughed cheerfully. "You have no idea how right you are, Malfoy."

"So, do you want a go at spitting?" Draco asked. "I think it would be alright to risk trying to get Weasley again."

Harry got to his feet and offered his hand to pull Draco up.

"Do you know how much this reminds me of the muggle movie Titanic? How did you learn to spit, Malfoy? I thought rich kids didn't do such things!"

"Rich kids from Yorkshire do!" Malfoy said with a laugh. "And I don't think this is at all like that movie. You look nothing like Kate Winslet!"

"How do you know so much about Muggle culture?" asked Harry, leaning back over the wall.

There was a long pause, and Draco's eyes swept the landscape, seemingly to search for his next victim.

"My Father," he said at long last, "was fond of the saying, 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' He thought it would be good for me to learn more about muggles, and so last summer, he allowed me to go into Muggle London for a bit of a "holiday". I spent a lot of time in muggle cafes and shops, and I learnt quite a lot, and how to use a thing called the "internet." I read their books and I listened to their music, and that's when I think I realised I couldn't become a Death Eater. Muggles were too much like me, and I didn't see why my father wanted to rid the world of them."

"Not all muggles live happily in London drinking cappuccinos and watching movies." said Harry.

"I know. I learnt about their wars, too. All the religious conflicts and all the pain some of them caused. But every race and every thing has that; I didn't want to help the thing that was going to bring them more pain than anything else."

"You've changed a lot." said Harry, banging shoulders with Draco. "For the better, I believe."

Draco laughed and spat again.

"I just got a Hufflepuff first year as he looked up, right on the face!" he hollered in glee, pulling Harry away from the edge again.

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When Harry woke up the next morning, the same feeling of dread that he always got before a Quidditch game had fastened itself to the walls of his stomach and esophagus. He rolled out of bed and quickly got changed.

"Do we have Potions homework, Harry? I've quite forgotten!" Dean asked when Harry saw him in the common room.

"Ah…ah..." Harry tried to tell him that they didn't when he realised his voice wasn't there.

"Harry, mate, are you ok?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Ah…I…Eg…Ahh!" Harry hissed and clutched his throat. Of all the days for him to loose his voice, it had to be this one.

"Harry! Have you lost your voice? Are you ok?" Dean asked worriedly.

Harry nodded and sat down quickly, before jumping up and running out of the common room. He needed to find his Slytherin friends, and quick.

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Harry found Goyle loitering around the kitchens. He almost collapsed in Goyle's arms in relief when he found him.

"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Goyle, helping Harry stand, who had just run four floors and was awfully tired.

"Ah…ah…" Harry started, trying to speak and failing miserably.

"Oh no! You haven't lost your voice, have you? And on the day of our performance!"

Harry nodded sadly. He felt so guilty.

"Hey, what are you two doing round here?" called Blaise as he and Draco wandered down the corridor. "Day of the big performance! I hope you're all ready!"

"Harry's lost his voice." said Goyle with a frown.

"What!" cried Blaise. "Today of all fucking days!"

"It's not his fault." Goyle said fairly. "There's nothing he can do about it. We'll have to get Draco to sing."

"I'm not singing!" Draco said, crossing his arms. "Maybe Madam Pomfrey has a cure."

"It's probably more a mental thing." Blaise said, nodding his head. "He might need therapy."

"Or a really big shock, like when you have the hiccups."

"BOO!" Draco shouted loudly.

Harry just glared at him.

"Maybe we should get him to drink upside down!" Blaise suggested.

"Or drop cold ice down his back!"

Harry scowled angrily at them.

Pansy Parkinson ran around the corner and stood in front of them, panting.

"You guys, big news!" she chirped. "I just got a letter from Rosmerta. She says a talent scout is going to be watching you tonight! This could be our big break!"

Harry leant against the stone wall behind him and slunk down to the ground.

Blaise cringed. "That's great, Panse, but we have a bit of a problem. Harry here has lost his voice."

"BOO!" Pansy cried.

"I tried that already." said Draco good-naturedly.

"BOO BOO BOO!" Pansy cried again.

When Harry just continued glaring at her, she stopped. "Well, Draco will have to sing, unless Harry gets his voice back by this afternoon."

"Knickers!" cried Blaise angrily.

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By lunch Harry still hadn't found his voice, though the band had not given up hope, and seemed to refuse to accept it, treating him as if he had his voice.

"Your next class is charms, right?" asked Pansy.

Harry nodded.

"Well, after you have Charms, we're meeting in the boys' room in Slytherin to get ready. The password is 'mass orgy'. I have the best outfit planned for you. We go on at six, so we'll walk through the secret tunnel way at four thirty. That leaves us about thirty minutes for setting up and drinking as much as we can swallow."

Harry smiled bitterly. Fat chance I'll be able to sing, he thought angrily.

"BOO!" shouted Blaise.

Harry glared at him, as if to say "Drop it".

Blaise smiled, and then dramatically dropped it. "Harry!" he cried. "There's a massive spider on your shoulder!"

Harry crossed his arms grumpily and raised his eyebrow.

Blaise smiled sheepishly.

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After Charms, when Harry had slunk into the Slytherin boy's dormitory, he still hadn't regained his voice. He sat down next to Blaise on his bed angrily, and scowled at Pansy who was instructing Goyle on what to wear. Draco, who had already been dressed, lounged gracefully on his bed in such tight, shadowy, emerald, dragon-leather pants that Harry was surprised he managed to move at all. He also wore a very long top. Harry concentrated hard on it. It was far too long to be a top. Suddenly his mouth dropped.

Draco was wearing a dress.

A dress over his leather pants.

Harry barely registered it when Blaise stripped off in front of him and pulled on his own tight pants.

Goyle, who was dressed in baggy slacks and a smart golfpunk shirt, was nervously tapping beats under his finger tips. Draco, who didn't seem bothered by anything, flipped through a Witch Weekly, looking bored. Blaise, now dressed in tight black pants and a very gothic vampire-style dress shirt, looked like he was about to wet himself. Pansy was brushing Blaise's shoulder length hair. She tied it up in a small ponytail before beckoning Harry to her.

"Strip." she demanded sharply.

Harry shook his head.

"Now, or I will do it for you!" she scowled.

Harry shook his head again. He could feel Draco smirking behind his back.

Pansy lunged and grabbed him roughly by the belt buckle. She undid it quickly and pulled his school pants ruthlessly down. Harry stood in his boxers, fully aware that Draco's eyes were no longer reading the magazine his hands held.

"Here, put these on." Pansy growled, thrusting a pair of black leather pants at him.

Harry tried pulling them on, but found they wouldn't slide up his thighs. He scowled angrily; he was skinny already as it was! Harry tried to get Pansy's attention, but she had her back turned and was adding a lot of gel to Goyle's hair.

"Need some help, love?" Draco purred.

Harry's eyebrows scrunched in the middle. He glared angrily at Draco, who had appeared very closely next to him.

"Here," said Draco, removing Harry's hands from the top of the pants and placing his own there. "Let me." He had to lean in closer to get ahold of the pants. Draco's breath was warm on Harry's neck.

"Ready?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded. Even if he had had his voice, he didn't think he would be able to speak.

"Three...two...one...now!" and Draco heaved the pants up with all his might over Harry's thighs, till they came to a stop, giving a seductive view of Harry's hip bones.

"They would have been easier to pull up if you weren't wearing underwear." Draco said, releasing Harry's pants. "That's what I do."

Harry couldn't help turning around and staring flabbergastedly at Draco as he walked back to his bed. His dress looked more like a long top, a very tight long top that flared out a bit round his hips.

Draco Malfoy so had a better body than Cho Chang.

Draco smiled broadly. He winked at Harry, and went back to lounging on his bed.

"Ok, Harry, top off!" said Pansy, returning with a t-shirt in her hands.

Harry flushed. He was certain he could feel Draco's sharp grey eyes sweeping over his skin as he pulled his school shirt over his head. Pansy passed him the black t-shirt, which he pulled in on quickly. He peered over his shoulder briefly and smiled jadedly as Draco quickly looked away.

Ostentatious by Nature was printed in bold blood-red letters over his chest.

Why am I the only one who gets a band tee, Harry wrote in the air with his wand, the bright red sparks lingering for a second. I think I'm the least ostentatious of all of us, he wrote again.

Blaise turned quickly away from the mirror where he had been applying eye liner. "You aren't looking hard enough!" he said with a laugh. He turned back around and bent over a little, and Harry saw in purple printed on his leather clad arse, Ostentatious by Nature.

Goyle was putting blue wrist bands on that had the band name printed on them in white. Pansy laughed and told Harry that she had it printed on her bra, and asked if he wanted to see it. He declined.

Where is your logo, Harry signed with his wand to Draco, while Blaise and Goyle started a game of tag around the dorm room. Pansy was trying to fix Harry's hair. Draco smirked and turned around on his bed. Printed across the top of the back of his man dress was the band's name, displayed in bright green. He turned back around.

"I also have it on my underpants if you want to see, Potter."

I thought you weren't wearing underpants?, Harry signed, smiling cheekily.

"Well, you'd better come and have a look, to see if I was lying or not."

Harry shook his head vigorously.

"Hey!" Pansy protested, who was trying to fix his hair.

"Tag, you're it!" Blaise cried, hitting Harry.

"Will you all calm down, we have to leave now anyway!" Pansy said angrily, and giving Harry's hair one last ruffle, she picked up her bag and hurried them out of the dorm room like an over-protective mother.

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Madam Rosmerta was quite surprised that the band had snuck in the back way. She still didn't recognise the Slytherins, and Harry made sure his fringe covered his scar, keeping to the back, his eyes continually darting to the looking at the floor.

"I am very pleased with the turn out!" she said out the back of the makeshift stage she brought out on Fridays. "Hogwarts has a special treat for their sixth and seventh years, so I reckon there's about seventy people crammed out there."

"Great." Draco mumbled.

"Well, you'd better get on in about... five minutes. Oh, and do you have a name yet?"

"We are 'Ostentatious By Nature'." Draco said, slipping into his Italian voice.

Madam Rosmerta smiled and slipped out the front.

"Harry, you really need to get your voice back!" Blaise said, suddenly very nervous. "What are we going to do?"

"I've got to go out and introduce you guys. And hell, I need a drink." Pansy said running her fingers through her black hair. "Just give him a good shock, it will work!"

Harry tried desperately to talk but no noise came out.

Goyle sat at the drum kit as if he really expected Harry's voice to return in the next couple of seconds.

"BOO!" Blaise cried in frustration.

Harry still couldn't talk. He made a loud gurgling noise in aggravation.

"What are we going to do?" whined Blaise.

"Fuck, why are you bloody dolts always overreacting? Pansy said give him a scare, so give him a bloody scare!" Draco barked angrily.

"Well, I don't see you doing anything about it!" cried Blaise. "We need to go on in thirty seconds!"

"Bloody hell!" Draco cried. "I have to do everything!"

Draco stepped very quickly a couple of paces to Harry. He bent his head the short distance to Harry's mouth and kissed him hard on the lips. One of his hands came up and rested on Harry's neck, feeling Harry's pulse quicken. He was surprised when Harry didn't push him away. Instead, he felt two arms slither around his hips. He gently pushed Harry's lips open with an ostentatious tongue and explored Harry's mouth, little shivers going down his spine. He didn't even hear Goyle grumble in disgust. When they parted after what was only a few seconds but had felt like an age, Harry swore loudly.

"Fuck, Malfoy, I swear I nearly wet my self." Harry grumbled, his voice perfectly returned. His eyes widened, and he stared at Draco, his fingers finding his throat. "But ah…thanks for ah…finding my voice."

Draco smirked. "Anytime, Potter."

"Are you fags ready?" hissed Goyle. "You all know what song we're playing first?"

"Yep." the band chorused, picking up their instruments.

"Then let's rock."

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"Bloody hell. Potter's always screwing things up." said Pansy, throwing herself towards the bar. "Vodka!" She barked angrily at Rosmerta, and the barmaid acquiesced without a sound.

Pansy peered around. The pub was quite full. More than she thought public health organisations would recommend. She saw Harry's ugly friend Ron and the beaver sitting with a big group of 'nice people'. Pansy laughed, and wondered what they'd do when Harry walked out there with leather pants on. Well, all good things must to come to an end, why not in the hands of mute Harry Potter?, she thought bitterly. She picked up her vodka and moved over to the stage. She knew as soon as she stepped out there that the pub, which was mainly filled with Hogwarts students, would recognise her. Rosmerta will never let us out back in here once she finds out, Pansy thought. Oh well, she thought, here goes nothing. Grabbing her vodka tighter, she stepped out onto the stage and into the spot light.

Pansy smirked, and the bar went deadly quiet.

"Hello." purred Pansy. "My name is Pansy Parkinson, and I'm a sixth year Slytherin." She knocked back the vodka and a group of Slytherins cheered. Rosmerta accidentally smashed a glass behind the pub.

"Over the past couple of weeks, inside the walls of Hogwarts, a very talented group of students have been working towards this performance. So with out further ado, I am very proud to introduce, not only the best band in all of Hogsmeade, but my very close friends, Blaise Zabini! Gregory Goyle! Draco-very-sexy-Malfoy and the Boy Who Lived, my very personal friend, Harry Potter! Together, they're Ostentatious By Nature!"

Pansy started clapping, and others (mainly females) started clapping too. No one seemed to have noticed that Rosmerta had fainted.

Then the red velvet curtain went up. And there, blushing like a school girl, stood Harry Potter, his leather clad bottom looking stunning, if Pansy had anything to say about it. His bottom lip was swollen, and he had a very dizzy look on his face. Draco, who Pansy noticed also had swollen lips, stood in a sexy foreshadowing pose, like a supermodel that had just been naughty. Goyle sat rather stiffly, looking like a lost moose. Blaise looked every inch a vampire, and smiled toothily. Pansy wished then that her pagan Gods did love them.

"Hello." said Blaise, with no hint of nervousness in his voice. "We are Ostentatious By Nature, and our first song is dedicated to someone special, isn't it, Harry?"

Harry blushed bright red. Oh, Blaise was going to get it after the show, and not in a good kinky way. "I wanted to dedicate this song to…" he coughed feebly. He could feel the entire pub staring at him in shock. He peeked over his shoulder and saw Draco go a bit red, looking at his electric guitar like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

"This is for the best kisser in the world." Harry said.

Pansy smiled, and vaguely wondered just how Harry managed to get his voice back.

Draco held his pick ready, and when Harry nodded slightly, Draco dropped it, strumming two chords in quick succession. Two heavy loud notes filled the air, and while Blaise and Goyle stayed frozen, Draco stopped and Harry's voice rang, half saying half singing the first line.

"When I saw you in Verona,"

Draco strummed twice again.

"You sat down and moved over,"

Draco strummed twice again.

"Pretty people but all I saw was you."

Harry felt himself go bright red. Damn Blaise for making him sing to Draco.

Draco stared strumming chords, and Goyle started hitting his drums steadily.

"And yes it's you I'm rating,

Forget the boy you're dating,

In my opinion he isn't right for you."

Blaise joined in with his loud bass.

"And if everything goes as planned," Harry sang, still a bit nervous.

"I'd be proud to be your man."

He didn't think he could get any redder.

"I promise to treat you well,

Heads over heels in love I fell."

Suddenly Harry felt a lot more confident. He almost laughed as he sang that line. He smiled widely as he broke out in the chorus.

"She likes listening to punk rock,

Melancholic in the black frock,"

So true, thought Harry.

"And she smiles when she sees me,

Intoxicated by her company,

Splendid lady, lazy Sunday afternoon,

Good fortune at the bar,

Verona, Verona!"

The band was rocking. They played like the notes had been born together; Blaise swaggering like the sexy bass player/vampire he was, Goyle sweating as he hit the shit out of his drum kit, Draco's fingers flying in time with Harry's as if they were from the same hands.

After a minute of the song, Harry broke out in the bridge. He smirked and glared over his shoulder. Draco caught his eye and smiled.

"Now that everything's gone to plan,

I am proud to be your man,

Your beauty lights up my world,

This is how I met my girl!"

He heard Draco laugh lightly, and he smiled to him self.

"Verona, Verona, Verronnaa!" Harry cried, leaving his guitar limp, his entire body pulsating with adrenalin. He heard the others remove their fingers from their instruments as well. They stared out into the sea of silent faces, before chaos erupted. The crowd went wild, clapping and cheering, and even a couple of wolf whistles.

"They liked us!" Harry mouthed to the others.

Blaise grinned. "Of course! Now come on, let's play another!"

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