Thank you to the sex god, David Bowie, for inspiring this fic. Many thanks to my betas, Rachel and Dorothy.
Chapter 1
"This ain't rock and roll! This is genocide!!" a voice cried, as Draco entered the Slytherin common room. His head turned in the direction of the voice, his eyes falling upon Pansy Parkinson. She had a muggle cd player, and was listening to a muggle rock musician. Draco's ears perked up at the word 'genocide' and walked over to where she was sitting.
"What have you got there, Parkinson?" he asked, trying not to seem too interested.
"David Bowie," she replied, bobbing her head to the tune that was coming from the speakers. Draco listened for a moment. It was quite catchy, but he stopped himself before he could mimic her actions. Couldn't have people thinking he liked muggle music.
"As Head Boy, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to confiscate this," he said sternly, picking up the boom box and shutting it off.
"Hey! There are no rules saying we can't have mug..." she started, but he cut her off.
"No excuses, Parkinson, now go back to your homework," he replied, heading up to his private room, taking the music with him.
Once inside his room, he pulled out his wand and cast a silencing charm. He then proceeded to his bed, where he sat examining the cd player. It had been a long time since Draco had liked a song. He pressed the 'on' button, and the same line he first heard came out from the speakers.
"David Bowie," he said softly. "Hmm.. sounds promising." The electric guitar's tune had sort of a hypnotic effect unlike Draco had ever heard before. It was so, beautiful! And the beat, it fit perfectly with his heartbeat.
"As they pulled you out of the oxygen tank, you asked for the latest party. With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump. Dress like a priest you was," the voice sang.
"What in the?" Draco commented. But soon enough he was taken again by the rest of the song. He found himself turning it up.
"The diamond dogs are poachers, and they hide behind trees."
"Ooooh!" he exclaimed. Suddenly aware that he had gotten off his bed, he began dancing with impetuous abandon. Sweat began to drip down his forehead and he stripped to his boxers, turning the music up even louder, and singing along with the few words of the chorus that he knew ("Call them the diamond dogs!"). Then the tune changed back to what it had been in the beginning, and he heard the singer howl. Draco howled along with him, laughing at himself. After a few more minutes, the song ended, and he collapsed onto his bed.
"What a brilliant song," he whispered to no one.
The next day, Draco found it very hard to concentrate in Potions class. The song was all that he could think about. Sadly, this distracted him from his task at hand and he ended up exploding his cauldron. The class looked up at Neville expectantly, but were shocked to see the smoke rising from Draco Malfoy's corner. Snape looked almost horrified.
"Malfoy," he snapped. "Stay after and clean up. You may make up the assignment later." Harry Potter shot daggers at Snape. Of course, he would never ever deduct points from his own House. And of course he would let Malfoy make up the assignment. Prissy bastard, Harry thought in Malfoy's direction, carefully pouring his finished potion into a vial.
As soon as dinner was over, Draco raced up to his room, cast the silencing charm, and shut his door behind him. Within minutes "Diamond Dogs" was blasting loudly and he was in a hypnotized state again. This time, though, he found himself atop his bed (again in only boxers) strumming an imaginary guitar, howling along with Bowie. It was ecstasy as he had never known it. He didn't even hear the door open.
Hermione Granger stood in the doorway with her eyebrows raised. Draco felt a sudden draft and opened his eyes.
"Shit," he muttered. He jumped off his bed and turned off the cd player. "Well, don't just stand there, close the door!" Damn, he thought, I knew I'd forgotten something. Stupid locking charm. Hermione's lips suddenly turned up in a grin.
"David Bowie?" she inquired, sounding very amused.
"Yes. You do realize I must kill you now?" he threatened, not meaning it at all. In secret, he and Hermione had become quite good friends. Being Head Boy and Girl forced them to work together a lot, and it only made sense that they got along. Plus, they actually had things in common. But both agreed for the sake of social stability, they would not change how they acted around eachother in public.
Hermione laughed. "Sure."
"Well, what is it then?" Draco asked, desperately wanting to get back to his music.
"The Headmaster wanted me to inform you that the both of us would be helping proctor the 5th year O.W.L.S. Since our N.E.W.T.S. are not on the same day, and neither of us would suffer at all from missing class, he figured we could give some of the teachers a break."
"You had to tell me that now? Those aren't for weeks!" he replied, slightly exasperated.
"Well, no actually. But I was walking past and I felt the hallway shake slightly. Even soundproofing your room won't stop the vibrations from shaking things," she chuckled. Draco sat on the foot of his bed, still not bothering to put on a robe.
"Fine. You've had your fun. Now be off with you. And if you tell anyone, I'll smite you!" He stood up and crossed to his bathroom, leaving Hermione to let herself out. She did. And while walking through the halls, back to her own private room, she couldn't help but smile. Draco was not the only 7th year male who had a weak spot for David Bowie.
Author's Note: dun dun dun...who could the other male be?