Chapter 2

As he made his way to his room, Draco mentally kicked himself several times. It had become a regular occurrence in the past week for his cauldron to explode in Potions. And sooner or later, Snape's favoritism might disappear and he would find himself in detention for the rest of the school year. His teachers in his other classes had already lost their patience. McGonagall had given him extra homework after he had accidentally transfigured his desk into a tortoise. And the others weren't too pleased either.

But he couldn't help it. David Bowie was a god, and Draco only saw it fitting to dedicate most of his daily thoughts to him. After awhile, his curiosity got the better of him, and he had listened to the rest of the cd. Each song as brilliant as the one before it. Another of his favorites was "Rebel Rebel." The song made him laugh because it reminded him of himself.

He got to his room and let himself in, making sure to lock the door as well as silencing the room. He collapsed onto his bed and reached across to his nightstand. Soon, "Rebel Rebel" was blasting. When it got to the line "You got your mother in a whirl. She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl," he would laugh. As a young child, he had been extremely beautiful. And it was a regular happening of people mistaking him for the opposite sex. Obviously his own mother knew him to be a boy, but many others debated it mentally until they heard him addressed by his first name.

Draco sighed heavily, wondering how he was going to be able to pass all of his classes. There had to be a way that he could stay concentrated on his assignments without letting certain music gods into his head. There had to be a way. But how?

"Did you see that? I don't think I'll ever get sick of the confounded look on that git's face everytime his cauldron blows up," Ron exclaimed. He, Harry, and Hermione slipped through the portrait hole and found some chairs in the common room.

"Me too," Harry chuckled, taking a seat. Even Hermione found herself smiling. It was quite funny. Doubly funny because she knew the actual reason why he was so distracted. Suddenly, a very evil thought entered Hermione's mind. No, no, she thought. That's way too mean. He's got enough to be distracted about. Oh but come on, it'd be so much fun. Oi, Harry and Ron have certainly rubbed off on me. Oh, what the hell.

"Ron? Do you still have that David Bowie poster that your parents got you for Christmas?" she asked innocently. He thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, why? Fancy him yourself?"

"It's not for me. It's for a friend of mine," she replied.

"Uh, yeah. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Sure you can have it. Lemme just go get it then," he offered, running up to the boys' dorm. Harry looked over at his female friend. A very familiar grin sat upon her lips. It was foreign to her face, but Harry just couldn't place it right then. He shrugged. The mysterious workings of Hermione's mind were not things he had a desire to try and figure out. Whoever she ended up with would certainly be as complicated.

"Hey man, my schooldays insane. Hey man, my work's down the drain Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam. She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she..." Draco sang along. It had become a sacred ritual for him to strip down to his boxers and listen to David Bowie every night after dinner. Sort of his way of unwinding. Tonight's selection was "Suffragette City" and Draco lay upon his bed, eyes closed, letting the music wash over him.

"Then she what, Draco?" came that familiar feminine voice. He opened his eyes and glanced over his chest. Granger stood in his doorway, clutching what looked like a rolled up poster. She closed the door behind her and turned the music down.

"Bloody hell, Hermione! I could have sworn I locked the door this time!" he cried, sounding very frustrated.

"Don't you ever pay attention in Flitwick's class? It's called Alohomora, smartass," she retorted. "I have something I think you'll like." With that, she unrolled the poster. On it was an extremely sexy man. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he was staring downward so that a bit of his hair was covering his face. The eyes had that piercing stare from under the bangs. It drove Draco mad. Such a chiseled body and oh, those eyes!

"Holy fuck," he whispered, scrambling off his bed to get a closer look. Draco drooled unashamedly. "Who, in the blazes is this hunky, sexy, dreamy, piece of man?" he asked, eyes holding a pleading gaze with Hermione's.

"That, my friend, is the one and only David Bowie. He-whom-you-worship-everyday," she replied nonchalantly. Draco looked at with disbelief all over his face.

"NO WAY! No fucking way! There is no way that a man can make such brilliant music, and be a sex god at the same time. Where's the balance? It's insane! You're lying!" he shouted.

"No I'm not. I swear it's him. Quite dishy isn't he?" she commented, looking down upon the poster in her hands. "Well, do you want it or not? Cause I know a couple other people who--"

"Don't you dare! He's mine!" Draco grabbed the poster from her hands and immediately tacked it up on his wall, continuing to stare at it.

"I thought you'd enjoy it. Well, I really must be going. I've got fellow students to reprimand," she said, opening the door. As she closed it, Draco called out "Wham bam Thank you ma'am!"