A/N : 'Never Enough' - One Direction - this is the song we pictured during the first part of this story! We hope you laugh as hard as we did/do!
'Everything Has Changed' - Ed Sheeran & T. Swift! (Second half) - 'Love Me Like You Do' - Ellie Goulding
Enjoy!
Draco rolled out of his bed before the morning bell could wake everyone.
He ironed his robes with a flick of his wand and hung them up for him to dress in once he was done showering.
Feeling awfully chipper, he began humming 'I'll Be Seeing You' while he was shaving his face.
Only moments after he had entered into his stall, he looked over to see Theodore trudging into one a couple stalls down.
"Bum bum bum" Theo began as he was squirting a bit of soap onto his loofa stick.
"I'll be seeing you." Draco sang suddenly, causing Theo to turn in shock toward his mate.
Draco was actually playing along.
He thought to test it a bit further.
"IN THAT SMALL CAFE"
A couple more boys entered into the showers, not paying any mind to Theo; he was always singing in the morning.
Draco turned and held his loofa up in front of him as if it were a microphone.
"THE PARK ACROSS THE WAY!"
Theo began to laugh, Draco was a sight to see. His head was soapy, and he had a bubbled beard.
Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle had entered in, but quickly stopped in their tracks when they saw a pale, soapy arse wiggling to the tunes being sung.
Draco and Theo continued to sing, even once they had noticed the other three stepping into their own stalls.
"Come along, sing with us!" Draco invited in a sing-song voice.
Theo was liking this, he hadn't seen this side of Draco in many, many years.
Zabini cleared his throat, "How does it go?"
"Just sing bum, bum, bum, over and over again, like this." giving an example of how the melody went.
Blaise nodded, and began to sing the words, as did Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco and Theo started to sing the song from the start once more.
After a couple of verses were sung, most of the stalls were filled and many more started tagging along with the song.
Ernie MacMillan was making his way to the showers, thinking that all the Slytherin were done with theirs, only to hear the sounds of male voices singing.
Snape had emerged from his office, and cringed at the sound.
"What...the bloody hell...is that noise?" he asked the Hufflepuff.
"I- I don't know, sir." he answered, shaking his head.
Snape marched past the boy and into the showers, and found at least sixteen men singing, into shampoo bottles, and popping bubbles that were floating in the air.
They had just started on quite a popular song; one that had come from the Wizarding world, to which had a dance routine they all knew.
All the men had spun around and pointed out before them as if they had an audience.
As soon as they did, they froze.
Some dropping their sponges, others covering themselves.
Snape drew his robe around and marched out of the showers.
As soon as he was gone, a couple men cleared their throats, others wrapped towels around them.
All made eye-contact and nodded at each other, as if agreeing in silence that what had just happened would never be mentioned on the outside of those shower walls. Except for Theo, Theo was loving this.
Then, Blaise Zabini approached a very stunned Ernie.
"If you tell anyone what you saw today, don't be surprised if you grow a tail." he said, walking away.
"Don't worry," Ernie muttered bewilderedly, "nobody would believe me if I did." as he ran from the lavatory, suddenly not feeling the urge to shower.
"So what do you blokes think? We start one of those all male singing troupes, eh? I do love a good performance." Theo asked excitedly, forming his hands into a steeple. "Except for you Crabbe... You're a bit too flat." Crabbe scowled.
When this was met with nothing but groans and glares. "Oh, come on! You lot are so bloody boring all the time."
"Let's go," Draco coaxed, "I'm hungry."
In Gryffindor Tower, Hermione tied her hair back into a French braid, dabbed a bit of balm to her lips, and little mascara to her lashes that she had borrowed from Ginny.
She raced out of the common room, and down to breakfast, all that was on her mind was...
Draco. There he was, sitting with Theo eating his breakfast. A flutter tickled the wings of her heart.
She sat down and began pouring herself a cup of morning tea, and filled her bowl with oatmeal.
Theo and Draco began piling eggs and sausages in front of themselves and tucked in.
"So do you want to go to the quidditch match today?" Theo asked.
"Sure." Draco replied, finishing a bite of breakfast.
"Who do you reckon we should root for? It looks to be Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw." he observed, looking around the Great Hall, seeing players dressed for the game.
"Gryffindor." Draco said simply, his eyes falling on Hermione.
Theo noticed this and smiled. "You should go talk to her."
Draco's eyes bulged. "Er, I don't know..."
"You should! Here, I'll come with." he said, meeting Hermione's gaze and subtly dragging Draco up from his seat.
"Hey Granger, do you mind if I borrow your charms notes from yesterday?" Romilda Vane inquired leaning over the table, grabbing a biscuit.
"Sure, just come by my dorm tonight, and I'll get them to you."
"Thank you." Romilda turned and about ran smack dab into Theodore, and she flushed, "S-sorry." She stuttered before she ran off.
"Sheesh, some of these Gryffindors are so loopy." Theo said spinning his index finger around his ear as the two men approached the table.
"Morning, Granger Danger! Going to be filling your afternoon with quidditch today?" Theo began when they arrived. He and Draco each took a seat opposite Hermione, the latter of the two men hesitating at first before she gave him an encouraging smile.
"I believe I am, Theo. What about you two?"
Theo elbowed the blonde beside him. "Uh...yes! We, We'll be there!" Draco said nervously.
"We three should sit together, Granger. We're rooting for Gryffindor today." Theo said proudly.
"You? Cheering on Gryffindor?" she said with a look of disbelief.
"I mean it's not as if you lot have much chance at the House Cup. We Slytherin are charitable folk." Theo winked.
"And after all, Weasley is our King!" Draco added cheerily, waving an invisible flag in the air.
"Oh, I rather like that one, Draco! You know, we could make that into a song!" said Theo with a playful nudge at his mate who grinned back at him, stifling a laugh.
Hermione smirked at the two. "Alright, alright."
"So it's a date, yeah?" asked Theo.
She nodded and Draco silently cheered in his head.
"Meet us here in an hour! We have a song to write!" he announced, before rising and walking toward the door.
"See you later, Hermione." whispered Draco, as he too rose and hurried after Theo.
Luna Lovegood was passing out dirigible plums to random students when she accidentally bumped into the two Slytherin.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." she said kindly, batting her twinkling blue eyes up at them.
Theo smirked, as Draco rolled his eyes, and passed around the short blonde girl.
"It's alright." Theo winked and she smiled.
"Is there something in your eye?"
Theo furrowed his brows together, "What?"
"Your eye, it twitched. Would you like me to blow in it?"
"What? Oh- oh. You mean this?" He winked once more.
"Yes. That. Would you like me to help you clear your eye? Who knows what could be in there." She observed his face, closely, "It could be a case of Blinxby's, little creatures that swim around in your eyeballs, making you see all fuzzy."
Theo couldn't help but smile, and genuinely chuckle, "No, there's nothing in my eye. But thank you for offering."
"Would you like a plum?" she offered one to him, and he took it, still smiling. "Thank you."
As she nodded and turned away, Theo grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to him. "You have a crazy lion hat, right?" He said flourishing his hands around his head.
"Yes, I do."
"Could I borrow it? I could pay you, or give you something...a box of corks or..."
Luna smiled brightly, "No need to pay me or offer anything." "I know where you live." She then attempted an exaggerated wink, causing Theo to laugh out.
An hour later, Hermione stood before the Great Hall tapping her foot, waiting on Theo and Draco to finally appear. When they finally came from around the corner, she froze, a stunned smile growing in her face.
"Isn't that Luna Lovegood's?" she asked, stifling a laugh and staring at Theo's newly lion-maned head.
"Indeed it is." he smiled, patting it, "I feel like a proper Gryffindor now! Shall we?"
Theo put his arm out gallantly for Hermione to take it, Draco ground his teeth together in jealousy, and off they went.
They arrived at the quidditch pitch and followed Hermione, ascending the stands. They passed many strange and confused glances. What an unlikely sight these three were.
Hermione found her favorite spot unoccupied and took a seat, placing her bag between her feet. A Slytherin sat on either side of her. It was a bit chilly and as she shivered and drew her coat tighter, she moved closer to Draco. Theo flashed a knowing smile but said nothing of it. It seemed a few others noticed too because whispers began to muffle around them.
Luna's voice began to fill the air from behind them and the two teams flew out onto the pitch, taking their respective positions. The stands around them boomed with cheers as Ron flew by on his way to take his place as Keeper in front of Gryffindor's three golden rings.
As he passed, he completely ignored Lavender in the front, tracing hearts in the air after him. He instead eyed Hermione's company suspiciously and narrowed his eyes upon the small gap between her and Malfoy. He almost crashed into Harry because of his distraction, earning giggles from both Theo and Draco.
The game began and it seemed Ron's mind was elsewhere today because he was playing even more rubbish than usual. After missing a quaffle once more, Harry flew at him angrily.
"Get your bloody head in the game, Ron or I swear to Merlin I'm going to get someone who actually wants to play quidditch today up here!"
Ron growled in response.
Theo saw this exchange as a good moment to debut their new song. He looked out of the corner of his eye, meeting Draco's same glance and cheerfully began,
"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring..."
Draco then bellowed, grinning, "That's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King!"
Hermione's face grew fiery and as crimson as the sea of Gryffindor clothing around them.
Malfoy and Nott then belted out together, "Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King."
At this, Hermione slapped each of them in the head and scowled. "Stop it, both of you!"
The two men chuckled.
"Sorry, Hermione." Draco whispered into her ear as he took a chance and playfully nipped it, his arm subtly snaking up over her shoulder. If this were Ron playing with her temper, she realized she would have shrugged him away by now. Instead she welcomed Draco's touch, her anger evaporating almost immediately, being replaced by flutters deep in her stomach.
Draco realized what he was doing and slid his arm from her in an effort to not draw attention to them. Hermione realized this and bent to her bag, drawing a blanket from it, enlarging it with her wand and laying it across the three of them. Beneath it, her hand nervously found Draco's and he entwined their fingers with a smirk. This girl was so alluringly brilliant in every way.
Behind them, Professor McGonagall watched the unlikely trio, and Mister Malfoy's curiously-placed arm fall in dismay. She would definitely be having a chat with those Slytherins before they ruined everything. That is, if they had not already done so.