Chasing the sun

To the back of beyond

Until forever comes,

and then a step beyond.

Taking a flying leap off a tow'ring cliff on rays of orange and gold

Nobody has to tell me I don't know what the future's got to hold

All I know is what I see

Large and small,

Like you and me.

I could find a tree, just as tall

Stretch out my arms into your warmth.

And maybe I wouldn't notice when I began to fall.

Draco smiled to himself, the notes of his poetry fairly singing in his head, as he watched the letter he had written being delivered to Sal. Not that she would read it - practical, that, when she was surrounded by the every nosy Dynamic Duo (Did they really want to be called Golden? Perhaps he could change it to Brazen... pity they weren't in Ravenclaw, then the name would actually suit the colors as well).

Draco kept a weather eye to all the tables (including the High Table), as he remembered the weekend. Weasel and Potty had seen fit to scare half the Hufflepuffs with their persistent questioning (and a few ornery Hufflepuff boys had shown up to remind them that they were third years, and if a seventh year Hufflepuff said something, they were to take them at their word.)

Oh, but if that wasn't enough, then they had tried to take on the Gryffindors. Alicia hadn't taken the idea well - that she'd be so cowardly (and wasn't she with one of the Weasel twins?) as to not tell Hermione. The younger girls had been even odder, though, throwing themselves on Potter (just one on Weasel), saying that he needn't be jealous, that she only had eyes for him. Overall, it was hilarious, and virtually guaranteed that the boys would be hiding out someplace other than their common room to plan their next move.

The Ravenclaws had simply answered precisely, "No." for the most part, although Luna Lovegood hadn't seemed like she wanted to answer at all - instead coercing the two boys into playing a game with thistledown (how she managed that, with the brisk breeze blowing, was quite the mystery. Draco was full up, but maybe he'd see if Theo wanted something to do other than being a bookie).

And the Slytherins? Well, quite a few had simply ignored the Gang That Didn't Take No For An Answer - which led to them scurrying after girls as if they were footmen or something. Millie had looked at them both, oozed her way over (quite a feat considering her bulk), and laid one innocent forefinger on each of their shoulders, saying, "And what if I did?" Well, she had both of them blushing, and she gave a girlish giggle, and said, "Of course not! You really" (emphasis on the rolled r) "Think I'm that much of a coward?" And then she planted a kiss on both of their lips, giggling loudly as they both fled in sheer horror at the idea that she might be interested in them. Mill's double their size, and like most boys, they're the type to want a girl that's shorter - or at least more demure - than Mills. (We called her Mills because Pansy had made a crack first week of first year about her being big enough for two girls, and Millie had said, 'then you can call me Mills!' The name had stuck, and it suited her well - bold and brassy).

Pansy had a look of utmost disgust as she looked down her nose at the two boys, saying coldly, "As if!" And she turned her nose in the air and walked away.

Believe it or not, among the Slytherins, that was one of the nicer responses. Magda had given them a cold half-smile, and then turned to her boyfriend and said, "These bastards are calling me a two-timing cheat." Draco was fairly certain (from the glare directed at the Gryffs from the Ravenclaw table) that her boyfriend was still out for blood. A few girls the Gryffs couldn't get near enough to ask (their boyfriends were the jealous type. Slytherins considered jealousy to be ego affirming, it was quite a sought after quality.)

[a/n: Leave a review if you want another chapter! Draco has finally convinced me to change the script a bit, so previous author's notes may be disregarded at will.]