One shot or not ?

One shot or not? Part 2 of 4

(Don't play the video yet!!)
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"Why did you choose a song we don't even know I mean I've never even heard of it?!" Blaise exclaimed throwing his hands in the air in protest and confusion. Pansy sent him a glare.

"Isn't it about timmmeeee that I told the World my secrets, I mean who doesn't want to know famous juvenile death eater, Draco Malfoy's, secrets!" Draco exaggerated contently, grinning like an idiot.

"Ok Draco how many drinks have you had?" Pansy asked, folding her arms against her chest disapprovingly.
He started to count on his fingers dozily
"One, two, three, four, uh, five, sixxssss, seve-wait Pansy my dearest, why-why am I counting?" Pansy looked at him and sighed.

"Draco we're not singing with you like that." She stated firmly. A frown formed on Draco's lips and his eyes started to fill up with crocodile tears.
"But- but Pansy you don't know how much this means to me!" He sulked. She sighed and looked Draco straight in the eye.

"You're like a sixteen year old girl on her period." She wearily sighed into her hands."Pass me your glass." She demanded. Draco handed her his eighth empty glass.
"aguamenti" his glass filled with water and she handed it back to him. He opened his mouth to ask something but was cut off.

"Shh, drink" she said softly as he took it and downed it in one. He immediately cringed in distaste, shaking his head.
"This isn't vodka!" He complained looking at her in disgust.
"Draco what the hell is vodka?" Blaise remarked as if he had always been in the prior conversation. Draco gave him a surprised look.

"It's an incredibly nice, strong muggle, alcohol.... oh that's why you guys don't know about it!" Both Blaise and Pansy's jaws dropped.
"M-muggle?" Pansy stuttered in shock. Draco gave her a blank face.
"Yes Pansy listen up mu-ggle you know the non-magical type honestly woman it's like you don't hear a word I say." He scoffed and left leaving both Pansy and Blaise confused.

"Well He sobered up a little bit but obviously not enough to keep his 'little' secret from us." Blaise remarked.
"I don't think there is time to talk about it now." She replied, looking at Draco who was now telling Lee Jordan to hurry up and prepare the microphones or whatever they were, Blaise and Pansy had no idea.

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Harry saw Draco at the desk looking rather distressed and as soon as he had left, he approached Jordan.
"Hey um Lee, what song was Malfoy thinking of.." he swayed a little trying to think of his next words, "of singing" he continued, trying his best not to sound drunk but he was so past it he couldn't help but slur a little.

"Um he is doing a muggle song called uh...hang on a moment." He checked the paper in front of him before replying. "Yeah a muggle song called 'I'm coming out'?" Harry smiled immediately with a, what he thought was at the time, devious plan.

"Well can you do me a favour and let me steal it?" He asked almost sweetly, Lee Jordan looked at him and smirked, he still had his Gryffindor pride and wasn't going to let a former housemate down.
"Fine by me Harry, when do you want it on?" Harry thought for a while before replying.
"Right now."

(I'd recommend you start the song (video) now)

Harry walked towards the stage where a microphone had been placed on the edge (originally for Draco), he picked it up and stood on the stage slightly swaying from the firewhiskey.

His eyes sought out Draco who looked increasingly distraught with every second in realising what was happening, all Harry did was smirk menacingly.
He tapped the microphone to get everyone's attention, including Hermione and Ron who realised that they'd let their extremely drunk friend, escape their view for more than five minutes.
And then it started.

"I'm.....comin'......out!" At this point of the night, many people were beyond disapproval of bad singing and soon turned to smile and try to join in or at least the half bloods and muggle borns who knew the song did.

Around half way through the song, Harry decided to come off the stage and walk around the rest of the returned seventh years (other wise known as the eighth years) getting some of them to sing and others to dance.
Draco however was at the back of the room and very close to walking out.

As the song continued Draco became more and more frustrated, he slowly started backing away trying not to get attention as he attempted to leave.
That was until Blaise noticed and approached him.

"Oi Draco, where do you think you're off to?" Blaise asked, stopping him in his tracks. He sighed before replying.
"That merlin forbidding swine, stole my song." Draco sulked, Blaise burst out laughing.

"Mate, why should it matter. It's a song! Come on loosen up have some fun." He exclaimed trying to cheer him up.
"It's not just a song Blaise." He replied stroppily, folding his arms and leaning against the back wall, before he continued.

"It's my pride he's hurt too." He said quieter than he meant to but Blaise heard him and chuckled.
"You and your stupid pride." He said as he patted Draco on the shoulder, at which he received a glare.
"It's not stupid." He retorted.
"You're acting like a two year old Draco, and we all know that two year olds are stupid." Blaise joked, whilst getting daggers sent his way.

"First my pride, now me! Wow Blaise you're being nice aren't you." He commented sarcastically as he dramatically placed a hand on his heart and moving from the wall with a slight stagger.
"I'm actually the kindest hufflepuff alive. I'd never be as mean as a Slytherin at all! Now get off your high horse and accept that potter played you at your own game." And with that, Blaise walked away to join the crowd.

Harry on the other hand was totally in his element dancing and singing very badly, but he didn't care and everyone around him was dancing and singing along too, even if most of them didn't know the words, a lot of them had picked it up by now.

By the end of the song everyone was buzzing and happy.
And that is when Harry noticed Draco leave the room.

That's when he followed him.