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Hearts and Guitar Strings by Cara Nicole Luvitz
Chapter 3 : Dirty Little Secret
 
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Thursday night brought along another practice for Vulgar Generation, and while Matt’s enthusiasm for music only increased, Draco found himself wishing more and more often that he had never learned to play. Blaise was pushing them harder than ever, requesting new lyrics from Draco nearly every other week, and Draco was beginning to lose all wisps of inspiration.

When he arrived in the practice room, Draco wasted no time in telling his friends that he had invited Hermione and Ginny to watch their practice on Saturday night. Matt and Blaise exchanged smirks.

“What?” Draco asked, looking from one to the other.

“Nothing,” Matt began. “It just seems to us like you and Granger are getting pretty serious.”

“What? No, we’re not anywhere near serious yet. It’s only just starting out. How could you think it was getting serious?”

“Oh, come on, mate!” Blaise exclaimed. “Remember Pansy? You wouldn’t let her in on a practice session until you’d been together over six months. You’re obviously getting along that track a bit faster with Granger, right?”

“That was different. I didn’t like Pansy. Hermione I can actually stand to talk to for longer than five minutes.”

“Well, that’s always a good sign in a relationship,” Matt said.

“Alright, whatever,” Draco replied, plugging in his amp. “You two can bash my love life later. Let’s get started. I don’t wanna be here all night.”

“Wants to get back to the old lady.” Matt smirked.

“What are we starting with?” Draco asked, ignoring the comment.

“I don’t know,” Blaise answered.

“What about ‘Kryptonite’?” Matt suggested.

“Nah, I’m tired of ‘Kryptonite’. We need something new. Something different.” Blaise looked at Draco, who slapped himself on the forehead, pretending as though he had forgotten something obvious.

“I must have forgotten to tell you! I’ve written something new!” he exclaimed, reaching in his back pocket to pull out a stack of parchment.

“I knew you were good for something,” Blaise grinned. “Let’s hear it.”

* * *


Saturday night came quickly, and as Draco stood warming up his guitar, he began to feel slightly nervous. They hadn’t performed for any one since 5th year. He buried his fears deep within him, though, as he heard a knock on the door. Blaise looked at him and smirked, nodding towards the door.

“There you go, lover boy,” Blaise jested.

“Shut up and play your bass.” Under his breath Draco added, “Smart ass.”

“Just for the record, I heard that. You’re a terrible mumble-er.”

Draco waved the comment off and opened the door. Standing in the hall were Hermione and Ginny.

“Hello, ladies,” Draco greeted. Ginny stepped into the room, while Hermione went straight to Draco, pulling him into a hug. “You ready for this?” he asked her.

“I suppose,” she replied, smiling. “The real question is, are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Draco showed Hermione into the room and then shut the door. Blaise took over from there.

“Well, take a seat girls,” he said. “I think we’re just about ready to get started.”

Hermione and Ginny sat down on the small sofa Blaise had motioned to and immediately dove into whispered conversation. Blaise, Draco, and Matt grouped together at the other end of the room, discussing which songs to play first. Hermione looked over at Draco, who caught her eye and winked. She blushed slightly and turned back to Ginny.

“Hey, Romeo! Will you stop gawking already?” Matt called from the set. Draco came out of the slight trance he had been in and looked around him. Blaise was already at the mic checking his bass one last time, and Matt was staring at him expectantly.

“Oh, right, sorry mate,” Draco replied, and headed up to his mic.

“Alright, this first one’s called ‘How Long’,” Blaise began, “and it was written by our very own Draco Malfoy around…fourth year, wasn’t it?”

Draco nodded. “Until you added on last year,” he corrected.

“Right. You’ll be able to tell which part’s my addition.” He grinned. “Here we go.”

Matt took up the count. “One, two, three, four!”

“Why’d you go and break what’s already broken? I tried to take a breath but I’m already chokin’. How long till this goes away?” Blaise sang. The music was loud, Draco hadn’t ever noticed before. He was slightly afraid the girls wouldn’t be able to take it, and then he looked and saw them grinning. All doubts went away, and he focused all of his attention into the music. “I tried to remember to forget you, but I break down every time I do. It’s left me less than zero, beat down and bruised.”

It was Draco chance. “I can’t see you with him.” He heard Hermione and Ginny whistle, and grinned widely.

“Why’d you go and break what’s already broken? I tried to take a breath but I’m already chokin’. ‘Cause everywhere I look I can see how you hold him. How long till this goes away?” Blaise continued. “I can’t seem to get my heart over you, ‘cause you creep into everything I do. And now I’m dyin’ to know how he touches you.”

“I can’t see you with him!” Draco added in.

“Why’d you go and break what’s already broken? I tried to take a breath but I’m already chokin’. ‘Cause everywhere I look I can see how you hold him. How long till this goes away? How long till this goes away?”

At last, they had arrived at the part Blaise had added in. He and Draco sang together, “She said she wants to be friends. I took a big step back. She said she said she said she’s sorry.”

Blaise took over with, “With one finger I say fuck that!”

Draco noticed Hermione’s slightly surprised look and nodded towards Blaise, mouthing, “That was his part”. Hermione nodded and whispered something to Ginny.
“I can tell you’re lying when your lips move. ‘Cause your one line: It’s not me it’s you,” Blaise drove on. “It’s left me left than zero, beat down and bruised.”
“I can’t see you with him,” Draco cut in.

“Why’d you go and break what’s already broken? I tried to take a breath but I’m already chokin’. ‘Cause everywhere I look I can see how you hold him. How long till this goes away?” Draco joined in here. “Why’d you go and break what’s already broken? I tried to take a breath but I’m already chokin’. ‘Cause everywhere I look I can see how you hold him. How long till this goes away? She said she wants to be friends. I took a big step back. She said she said she said she’s sorry.”

“With one finger I said fuck that!” Blaise screamed the last bit. Hermione and Ginny burst into applause as the song ended. “Thank you, thank you,” Blaise boasted. “I’ll be here all year!” Draco rolled his eyes. Blaise turned to look at both Draco and Matt. 
“‘Animals?’” They nodded. Draco stepped up to his mic.

“Just so you lovely ladies know,” he began, “I had absolutely nothing to do with the writing of this one. It’s the brainchild of these two evil geniuses. I just play it.”

“That horrible you have to disown it, eh?” Matt called jokingly. Draco grinned and started playing.

“I, I’m driving black on black,” Blaise began. “Just got my license back. I this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track. I’ll ask polite if the devil needs a ride because the angel on my ride and hanging out with me tonight. I’m driving past your house while you were sneaking out. I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run. Your mum don’t know that you were missing. She’d be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I’ve been kissing.” Draco joined him for the chorus.

“Screaming, ‘No, we’re never gonna quit. Ain’t nothing wrong with it. Just acting like we’re animals. No, no matter where we go, ‘cause everybody knows we’re just a couple animals. So come on baby get in. Get in, just get in. Check out the trouble we’re in.”

“You’re beside me on the seat,” Blaise took over again. “Got your hand between my knees and you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze. It’s hard to steer when you’re breathing in my ear. But I got both hands on the wheel why you got both hands on my gear. By now, no doubt that we were headed south. I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth. ‘Cause this was it, like flipping on a switch. It felt so good, I almost drove into the ditch.”

“Screaming, ‘No, we’re never gonna quit. Ain’t nothing wrong with it. Just acting like we’re animals. No, no matter where we go, ‘cause everybody knows we’re just a couple animals. So come on baby get in. Get in, just get in. Look at the trouble we’re in.”

At this moment, Matt stilled his drums and leaned over to reach his mic, taking over vocals for a moment. “We were parked out by the tracks. We just started getting busy when she whispered, ‘What was that?’ The wind, I think, ‘cause no one else knows where we are. That was when she started screaming, ‘That’s my dad outside the car!’” He started back in to his drumming and Blaise picked up the rest.

“Oh, please, the keys. They’re not in the ignition, must have wound up on the floor while we were switching our positions. I guess, they knew that she was missing, as I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing.” Draco added in, shaking his head slightly from laughter.

“Screaming, ‘No, we’re never gonna quit. Ain’t nothing wrong with it. Just acting like we’re animals. No, no matter where we go, ‘cause everybody knows we’re just a couple animals. So come on baby get in. Get in, just get in. Check out the trouble we’re in. Get in, just get in.”

Hermione and Ginny broke in to applause again. Matt leaned over to his mic.

“I have a quick question,” he said. “Was the applause because it was good, over because it’s finally over?” The girls laughed.

“It was good,” Ginny replied. Matt looked at Draco.

“Told ya so.” This launched the girls, and Blaise, into laughter again.

“Alright, alright,” Draco cut in. “What’s next?”

“I figure it’s your turn to pick, mate.

“Oh, is it?” Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, then approached his mic. “This one’s called ‘Just Like You’. And, I think you’ll be able to figure out who it’s about.” He then nodded to Blaise. They started playing.

“I could be mean, I could be angry. You know I could be just like you,” Blaise sang. “I could be fake, I could be stupid. You know I could be just like you.” Draco joined in with him.

“You thought you were standing beside me, you were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you. You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you. You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.”

“I could be cold, I could be ruthless. You know I could be just like you. I could be weak, I could be senseless. You know I could be just like you.”

“You thought were standing beside me, you were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you. You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you. You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.”

“On my own,” Draco sang.

“Cause I can’t take living with you!” Blaise added.

“I’m alone.”

“So I won’t turn out like you want me to.”

"You thought you were standing beside me, you were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.” Their voices blended. “You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you. You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.”

Draco took the ending alone. “I could be mean. I could be angry. You know I could be just like you.” The anger reflecting in his eyes as he sang was enough to send shivers down even Voldemort’s spine. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other as they clapped. There was no doubting who the song had been about.

“Might as well keep on the track, eh?” Blaise asked. “Matt?”

“‘Never Again.’ It’s my favorite anyway,” Matt replied. Blaise nodded and looked to Draco, who took no time in beginning the song.

“He’s drunk again, it’s time to fight,” Blaise sang. “She must have done something wrong tonight. The living room becomes a boxing ring. It’s time to run when you see him clenching his hands. She’s just a woman. Never again.

"I hear her scream from down the hall. Amazing she can even talk at all. She cries to me, ‘Go back to bed.’ I’m terrified that she’ll wind up dead in his hands. She’s just a woman.”

Draco and Matt joined in. “Never again. Been there before, but not like this. Seen it before, but not like this. Never before have I ever seen it this bad. She’s just a woman. Never again.”

Blaise took back over.

“Just tell the nurse you slipped and fell. It starts to sting as it starts to swell. She looks at you, she wants the truth. It’s right out there in the waiting room with those hands, looking just as sweet as he can.”

The other two added in. “Never again. Seen it before, but not like this. Been there before, but not like this. Never before have I ever seen it this bad. She’s just a woman. Never again. Never again.”

Draco took his solo. “Father’s a name you haven’t earned yet. You’re just a child with a temper. Haven’t you heard don’t hit a lady? Kicking your ass would be a pleasure.”
Blaise took over. “He’s drunk again. It’s time to fight. The same old shit, just on a different night. She grabs the gun, she’s had enough. Tonight she’ll find out how fucking tough is this man. Pulls the trigger as fast as she can.”

Matt and Draco added in for the last time. “Never again. Seen it before, but not like this. Been there before, but not like this. Never before have I ever seen it this bad. She’s just a woman. Never again. Seen it before, but not like this. Been there before, but not like this. Never before have I ever seen it this bad. She’s just a woman. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again.”

Hermione and Ginny applauded, throwing in a few cheers.

Blaise grinned evilly and winked at Matt before stepping up to his mic again. “We’re going go back in time a little, and play a few that we wrote back when the band was still in it’s younger days. Back when Draco here was lead singer.”

Draco looked up at him, his eyes wide. “What?!” he exclaimed.

“Come on, mate. Don’t be shy,” Blaise chided. He moved away from the lead mic and took Draco’s spot, shoving Draco towards the front. He then turned to Matt. “‘I’m Not 
Okay?’”

Matt nodded and counted off. Draco reluctantly started playing. “Well, if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say,” he sang. “I never want to let you down or have you go. It’s better off this way. For all the dirty looks. The photographs your boyfriend took. Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?”

Matt and Blaise added in. “I’m not okay. I’m not okay. I’m not okay. You wear me out.”

“What will it take you show you that it’s not the life it seems? I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but still don’t know what it means. To be a joke and look, another line without a hook. I held you close as we both shook. For the last time, take a good hard look.”

“I’m not okay. I’m not okay. I’m not okay. You wear me out.”

At this point, Draco took a shredding guitar solo, head banging and all. He shook the hair from his eyes and moved back to the mic. “Forget about the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took. You said you’d read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed and I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay now. But you really need to listen to me, ‘cause I’m telling you the truth. I mean it, I’m okay! Trust me.”

“I’m not okay. I’m not okay.”

“Well, I’m not okay. I’m not o-fuckin’-kay.”

“I’m not okay. I’m not okay.”

Hermione and Ginny applauded louder than for any other song, Hermione cheering her boyfriend on. Draco grinned.

“This next one is called ‘Helena’. I wrote it a while ago, obviously. While I was still dating Pansy. And I believe I wrote it about breaking up with her, really. So, here goes.” He nodded to Matt who counted off. Draco started off in a whisper. “Long ago. Just like the hearse you died to get in again. We are so very far from you.” He voice grew suddenly louder. “Burn on, just like the match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you knew. And what’s the worst to take from every heart you break? And like a blade you sting, while I’ve been holdin’ on tonight.”

“What’s the worst that I could say?” Matt and Blaise added their voices. “Things are better if I stay. So long, and goodnight. So long, not goodnight.”

“Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again. We are the very hurt you sold. And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break. And like a blade you sting, while I’ve been holdin’ on tonight.”

“What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay. So long, and goodnight. So long, not goodnight. Well, if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long, not goodnight.”

Draco’s voice dropped back to a whisper. “Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again when both our cars collide.”

“What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay. So long, and goodnight. So long, not goodnight. Well if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long, and goodnight. So long, not goodnight.” Hermione and Ginny applauded again, and this drove Draco on. He searched his memory for songs that he knew Blaise and Matt still remembered. “Okay, this one’s called ‘Teenagers,’ and if you listen closely, you’ll find it’s incredibly accurate,” he explained. He started playing. “They’re gonna clean up your looks with all the lies and the books to make a citizen out of you,” he sang. “Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do.” Matt and Blaise joined in the music. “Because the drugs never work. They’re gonna give you a smirk, ‘cause they got methods of keepin’ you clean. They’re gonna tear up your heads, you’re aspirations to shreds. Another cog in the murder machine.”

The three of them sang the chorus together. “They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me. They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.”

“The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick. You’re never gonna fit in much, kid. But if you’re troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.”

“They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me. They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed. So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me. They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me. They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed. So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.” The girls applauded again.

“This one here,” Draco said, “was written by both me and Blaise. I believe it’s the only one we’ve ever collaborated on. It’s called ‘Rockstar.’” Draco placed his electric guitar on it’s stand, and then pulled an acoustic from the corner. He began to play. “I’m through with standin’ in line for clubs I’ll never get in. It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win. This life has turned out quite the way I want it to be.”

“Tell me what you want,” Blaise sang.

“I want a brand new house on an episode of ‘Cribs’ and a bathroom I can play baseball in. With a king-sized tub big enough for ten plus me.”

“Huh, so what you need?”

“I need a credit card that’s got no limit, and a big black jet with a bedroom in it. Gonna join the Mile High club at thirty-seven thousand feet.”

“Been there, done that.”

“I want a new tour bus full of old guitars. My own star on Hollywood Boulevard somewhere between Cher and James Dean is for me.”

“So how you gonna do it?”

“I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame. I’ll even cut my hair and change my name.”

Matt joined the two of them for the chorus. “‘Cause we all just wanna be big rock stars. Livin’ in tour busses, drivin’ fifteen cars. The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap. We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat. And we’ll hang in the coolest bars and the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold-digger’s gonna wind up there, every Playboy Bunny with her bleach-blonde hair. And, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star. Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star.”

“I wanna be great like Elvis, without the tassels,” Draco sang. “Hire eight body guards who love to beat up assholes. Sign a couple autographs so I can eat my meals for free.”

“I’ll have the quesadilla,” Blaise added.

“I’m gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion, get a front door key to the Playboy Mansion, gonna date a centerfold who loves to spend my money for me.”

“So how you gonna do it?”

“I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame. I’ll even cut my hair and change my name.”

Matt joined in again. “‘Cause we all just wanna be big rock stars. Livin’ in tour busses, drivin’ fifteen cars. The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap. We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat. And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars and the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold-digger’s gonna wind up there, every Playboy Bunny with her bleach-blonde hair. And we’ll hide out in the private rooms with the latest dictionary of Today’s Who’s Who. You’ll get you anything with that evil smile. Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial. Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star.”
“I’m gonna sing those songs that offend the senses. Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser. Get washed up singers writin’ all my songs. Lip-sing ‘em every night so I don’t get ‘em wrong. Well we all just wanna be big rockstars livin’ in tour busses, drivin’ fifteen cars. The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap. We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat.”

“And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars and the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold-digger’s gonna wind up there, every Playboy Bunny with her bleach-blonde hair. And we’ll hide out in the private rooms with the latest dictionary of Today’s Who’s Who. You’ll you anything with that evil smile. Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial. Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star. Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star.” Hermione and Ginny cheered and applauded.

“I need a break, mates,” Matt said. “My arms are getting tired.”

“Alright,” Blaise replied. Draco set down his guitar and went over to the sofa to speak with the girls.

“So, how bad was it?” he asked.

“You guys are great,” Hermione replied, grinning. She hugged him and planted a light kiss on his lips.

“Aw, thanks.” He sat down on the arm of the sofa.

“Did you really write all those?” Ginny questioned, looking over at him with great interest.

“Yeah.”

“Draco’s an excellent song writer,” Hermione said, looking up at her boyfriend. “Have you finished the one you showed me the other night?”

“Not yet, but I promise that when it’s done, you’ll be the first to hear it.”

“Draco!” Blaise called from across the room. “Matt’s ready to go again.”

“Alright. Well, here we go again,” he said to the girls, gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek and headed back to his guitar.

“I think we should play your new one, mate,” Blaise said, looking to Draco as he switched his amp back on.

“No,” Draco said flatly. “Hermione can’t hear that song, Blaise.”

“Why not?”

“It’s about her.”

“Come on, mate, it’s just a song. Who bloody cares?”

“She will.”

“She should be flattered that you’ve written a song about her!”

“Yeah, but not that one. Mate, I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea.”

“And I’m telling you, just play it.” And without giving Draco a second to retaliate, he stepped to the mic to announce the song. “Draco gave us this one just a few days ago, and I believe he wrote it about you, Hermione.” Hermione blushed, as Ginny nudged her. “It’s called ‘Dirty Little Secret.’” They started to play, and Draco joined in reluctantly. He took one last look into Hermione’s eyes, and began to sing.

“Let me know what I’ve done wrong when I’ve known this all along. I go around a time or two, just to waste my time with you. Tell me all that you’ve thrown away. Find out games you don’t wanna play. You are the only one that needs to know. I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.”

“Dirty little secret,” Blaise echoed.

“Don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret.”

“Just another regret, hope that you can keep it.”

“My dirty little secret. Who has to know? When we live such fragile lives, it’s the best way we survive. I go around a time or two just to waste my time with you. Tell me all that you’ve thrown away. Find out games you don’t wanna play. You are the only one that needs to know. I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.”

“Dirty little secret.”

“Don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret.”

“Just another regret, hope that you can keep it.”

“My dirty little secret. Who has to know? The way she feels inside.”

“Inside.”

“Those thought I can’t deny.”

“Deny.”

Draco looked up into Hermione’s eyes, and saw his worst fear realized. Tears rolled down her cheek, and she stood quickly, running for the door. Draco undid the strap on his guitar, letting it fall to the ground uncaringly. His main concern now was Hermione.
He hurried after her, rushing into the deserted corridor. He trotted around the corner, and found her sobbing.

“Hermione!” Draco exclaimed. She started to leave, but he caught her arm, turning her back to face him. “Let me explain,” he said.”

“What’s there to explain, Draco?” she asked. “I obviously mean nothing to you, I mean, if you regret being with me.”

“It’s not that.”

“Don’t worry, Draco. You’ve nothing to regret now. It’s over.”

“Don’t say that.”

Hermione walked off down the corridor.

“Hermione!” Draco called after her. “Hermione!” He turned, defeated, and headed back towards the practice room. He opened the door, stepped inside, and was passed by Ginny. She put no restraint on the glare she tossed him before slamming the door shut behind her.

Draco cast a nasty look at Blaise, who had his back turned as he talked to Matt. Draco 
moved over to his amp, unplugged both it and his guitar, and picked them both up. Blaise turned to look at him.

“Where’re you going?” he asked. “We can still practice.”

“You can, but I’m done,” Draco replied.

“Will you be at practice tomorrow night?”

“No! Don’t you get it?! It’s over Blaise! I’m done.”

“What’re you saying?”

“I quit!”

There was a moment of silence before Blaise spoke again. “You’re walking out on us because Granger dumped you?”

“This isn’t about Hermione. It’s about me and you.” More silence. Draco walked to the 
door, opened it, and cast one look back at Blaise. “It’s over, Blaise,” he said. “We’re through here.”

* * *


When he reached the head dorms, Draco left his guitar and amp in the common room, before climbing the stairs on the right, the ones leading to Hermione’s room. He rapped lightly on the door; there was no answer. He knocked again.

“Hermione?” he called.

“Go away, Draco,” Hermione’s voice replied.

“I just want to talk.”

“Don’t you think you’ve said enough, Malfoy?” a voice said. Draco turned to see Harry 
Potter standing behind him. That was the last person he wanted to see at this moment.

“Bug off, Potter. This is between me and Hermione,” Draco scoffed. “It doesn’t 
concern you.”

“It does concern him,” Hermione said. Draco turned back to her door, which she had opened. She was now standing in the doorway, watching them. “I told him everything.”

“Hermione, please just listen to me! I never meant for you to hear that song,” Draco explained, ignoring Harry for the moment.

“So you thought you’d just keep it hidden?” Hermione asked.

“No, I-”

“If you were halfway decent, you wouldn’t have written it at all.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking about when I wrote it.”

“I do: yourself. It’s all you ever think about. You’ve no concern whatsoever for anyone else’s feelings or ambitions. It’s all about you and your race to get to the top. That’s all it’s ever been about.” She turned and went back into her room, shutting her door behind her.

“Hermione, wait!” Draco exclaimed.

“Leave, Malfoy,” Harry commanded. “She’s done with you.”

“What’d you know, Potter?” Draco snarled. He banged on Hermione’s door, calling out her name. “Hermione!”

Harry latched on to his arm, attempting to pull him away. Draco jerked out of his grip, pulled back his fist, and threw a hard punch aimed at Harry’s jaw. Harry checked his lip for blood quickly, before returned Draco’s punch and sending him tumbling down the stairs. Harry went down to him, grabbed him by the front of his robes, and pulled him up so they were face to face.

“Leave her alone,” Harry said through gritted teeth. He threw Draco back down to the floor, and turned to go back up the stairs to Hermione’s room. Draco watched him go, then picked up his guitar and amp, and headed up the left-hand stairs to his own room.






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Author's Note:


Okay...Chapter three! YAY!!!! Anyway, in this chapter you got a performance from the band. Finally, right? Lol, anyway, as most of you probably noticed, the songs they played are definately NOT written by me. So, here goes the long list of credits! Lol!

Credit to Hinder for "How Long". They wrote it, they own it, I don't.
Credit to Three Days Grace for "Just Like You". They wrote it, they own it, I don't.
Credit to Nickelback for "Animals", "Never Again", and "Rockstar". They wrote them, they own them, I don't.
Credit to My Chemical Romance for "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)", "Helena", and 
"Teenagers". They wrote them, they own them, I don't.
And finally, credit to the All American Rejects for "Dirty Little Secret". They wrote it, they own it, I don't.
And just for kicks, credit to JK for the characters. She created them, she owns them, all I own is the plot bunny...oh and Jonas & Matt. ;)


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