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Dracilla, Queen of the Desert
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Prompt: Night Life
"Please don't talk about love tonight…" he crooned.
"Draco, stop!" Hermione said.
"Your sweet talking won't make it right …" he continued.
"Draco!" Hermione screamed.
"Yes love," He asked turning around on somewhat shaky legs.
"Quiet," she whispered fiercely, "You'll get us in trouble."
"Sorry hun," he whispered loudly, "I'll be very very quiet." He finished holding his finger to his lips.
He moved up next to her, putting his arm around her waist, humming as they walked on.
"I got to boogie on the disco round," Draco continued somewhat quieter, "Oh yeah!"
Hermione was beginning toregret her decision to take Draco to the cinema. It was all part of their process of introducing Draco to more of the Muggle world. She just hadn't expected him to take to it this well. Or rather, take to Australian drag queens this well. The stiff Malfoy upper lip had certainly fallen down, that's for sure.
"Oh yes!" Draco exclaimed, "Hermione love, give me your scarf," he said eagerly.
"What! Why do you need my scarf?" She asked warily, grabbing hold of it tightly.
"Well, I need it for when I'm on top of the Knight Bus," Draco answered, in his very no-nonsense tone.
"On top of the Knight Bus?" Hermione asked slowly.
"Well I need to ride something don't I?"
"Ride something?"
"Yes love, why do you keep repeating everything I say?" He asked, "Never mind, I need your scarf to be blowing behind me, while I'm standing atop the bus. You remember the bit from the movie don't you?"
"Yes I remember, I just don't understand why you want to, and you can't do it on that bus. That bus is a crazy enough ride inside, I don't want you on top of the damn thing," Hermione said, "Maybe you could stand on this bench here," Hermione pointed it out, "And with a nice breeze it could work, and then when we go to Australia we can drive through the outback and you can wave a scarf all you like."
"Fine," Draco said begrudgingly, "If you insist," taking the scarf from her hands.
He went and stood on the bench, holding his arm out with the scarf in his hand, but nothing happened. "There is no wind," Draco whined.
"I'm sorry honey," Hermione soothed, "Let's go home hey?"
"Yeah," Draco said dejectedly, taking her hand as he stepped of the bench.
Hermione tried not to laugh at him as they walked together down the pathway. It really was quite amusing really. Last year when they went to see Mamma Mia he walked around for weeks singing 'Waterloo' and 'Dancing Queen'. Of course he would deny it to the cows came home, but Draco Malfoy loved musicals. A few months back when they were staying at her parents' house, and she couldn't find him in the middle of the night. She discovered him in the garage, singing 'Grease Lightening' over the hood of her fathers' car.
So at this moment in time, she knew exactly what would cheer him up. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, "Whoa whoa, when my baby, when my baby smiles at me," she sang in a small voice, "I go to Rio…" pretending to shake some maracas, "De Janeiro," she started dancing in a circle around Draco, delighting in the smile that lit up his face. "I'm a Salsa fellow, when my baby smiles at me…"
Hermione was lost for a moment, till Draco chimed in, "The sun will lighten up my life…"
And so they danced down the path, shaking their pretend maracas, and singing to themselves.
