Place: Train Station in London
Draco has been packed up to go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, feeling in a good mood, he's walking along the railing of the ramp going to Platform 9, along the way, he's humming "If You Were Gay" quietly inside his bitchy boy brain, right at the 'duh nuh nuh nuh nuh's', Draco shouts out the rest of the line, and it went something like this:
*quiet voice* If you were gay
*loud* DUH NUH NUH NUH NUH
*quiet* that'd be ok
*louder* DUH NUH NUH NUH NUH!!!!!
In the background of this song, you can hear the elder British ladies in their Petticoats yelling "oh shut up, nencompoop!' which is weird, cuz you'd expect those kinds of old ladies to be barfing up dentures or hair balls, whatever they do when they yell like that, but those ladies.. NOOO!!! they went a mix of Hulk and Ape s**t on his a**....
It was just about noon, and the passage of 9 3/4 was about to shut, allowing witches and wizards and all those poser molesters to go onto the train to Hogwarts. Draco was still singing If You Were Gay, and when he reached the 8th platform, he recognized a familiar voice up above him on the bridge..... Harry.... Blood Potta! What the bloody hell was he doing, the flithy little.... ah poopy it's not even worth saying.
"Potta!" Draco whispered mischievously, then quietly heard Potter say ".... Platform 9 and 3/4
"Ah, bloody s**t!" Draco screamed when he heard that Potter was going to Hogwarts as well "this is just frickin wonderful!"
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Draco Malfoy.... such a lonely.... hot... lonely little bitchy boy. He seems so misunderstood, why can't people just see that it's so hard being a rich little asshead like he see's himself.....
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