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United States Of Whatever
[edit 1/15/07 3:15 PM] Fixing some grammer and spelling mistakes, and adding/removing stuff to make it smooooother. ~_^
Author's Notes: Link:
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168813751.mp3
I suggest you start the song over when you get to the lyrics. ^__^
STILL TAKING SONG REQUESTS!! I'll probably stop after like, two more chapters. Maybe. I don't know yet. Well, the more songs you request, the longer this story will be! (if that's a good thing... ^^") For request rules, read the bottom of Chapter 4: Sirius Black. ^__^
Oh yes, and the 'funny' songs are going to end soon and it'll be more angsty and broken songs as Harry and Draco's relation gets more intense. muahahah!
----Chapter 6: United States of Whatever----
Draco thanked the lord for his luck on the airplane. He thought it was going to be a very dreary long and tiring flight, but it had been, though still long and tiring, at least a very pleasant long and tiring flight.
Amy, Justin, Regie, and Brent had all sat in the middle section, occasionally playing cards or something or other. Draco had an aisle seat while Harry had a window seat. Of course, Harry had pouted a lot about this seating arrangement, not wanting to be so far from the rest of his band, but Draco had insisted that he needed to stretch his legs a lot, so it would be more convenient for him to sit on the outside. Harry had unwillingly agreed, still pouting a bit, which Draco found immensely adorable.
But it turned out Draco never even got up once during the whole flight. Harry had been asleep for most of it, and that was precisely the reason Draco didn’t, or couldn’t get up. Harry, who had been watching movies at first off the screen thing in the front, eventually dozed off and slumped down into his chair, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder. The second Draco felt the light weight on his shoulder, he gave a start, having been paying pretty close attention to the movie (a very amazing Muggle thing he still respected them for). Turning to his side, he came dangerously close to Potter’s sleeping face. Naturally, Harry looked wonderful in his sleep too, and Draco had to use all the will power he possessed to not ravage Harry then and there. That would’ve caused a really awkward scene, not to mention his plan will be completely ruined and Potter would avoid him forever, if not killing him on the spot. So, he just stiffly relaxed (is that possible?), not moving much so not to wake the sleeping man.
It was like that throughout the whole flight, Harry only waking when the food came. Then, after eating, he and Draco had quite a lovely conversation about their accomplishments.
“Yeah, I am an Animagus. I became one somewhere around the end of seventh year.”
Draco stared at Harry, trying not to show too much awe on his face. “What animal are you?”
Harry grinned, “Well, that’s the thing. I’m sort of a... special case. A really special case. I can turn into two animals, and both of them are magical creatures.”
Draco gasped. There was only one person in history that could do that, and he was some old bloke that established the magical community. “No way, Potter. That’s wicked!”
Harry laughed, “Yeah. I can turn into a phoenix and an ashwinder (01).”
Draco stared at Harry again. “A-an ashwinder?! Those are snakes, right?”
Harry nodded, “Yeah, and pretty rare to boot. They’re thin and gray with glowing red eyes, which, for some odd reason my eyes glow green instead. And they come out of magical fire places to lay eggs. And these eggs, if they are not found and frozen in time, they can burn down everything within a 5 meter radius.”
“Burn down? Woah...”
“Yeah, I know. I was pretty shocked too. You know what’s weird? I can lay eggs too, whenever I want to. It’s kind of creepy, but it helped a lot in the war.”
“Oh, so that’s why there were so many reports of fires and stuff! I thought there was just some crazy arsonist running amok,” Draco teased.
“Yes, that was me and my eggs.”
At this statement, Draco burst out laughing, something Malfoys should NEVER do because it shows you have no control over your emotions. But at that moment, Draco didn’t really care about upholding the famous Malfoy mask.
“Ahahahahah, ohhh Godric, do you realized how odd that sounded, Potter?”
Harry started laughing too, “Yeah, I realized after I had said it!”
Which sent them both into another fit of giggles. (Malfoys do NOT giggle, Draco had to remind himself over and over.)
Yes, the flight was pretty interesting, thought Draco contentedly as their taxis pulled up to the hotel they would be staying at for a week and a half in the city of New York City, New York.
Draco got out of the car and led the group to the check-in desk. The girl that was behind the desk practically swooned when she saw the group of handsome men (and one woman) approach her.
“C-can I h-help you, sir?” She stuttered, as Draco walked up.
“Yes, I’d like to check the band The End in. We made reservations already,” Draco said, smiling a charming smile that he had perfected just for these business occasions.
“Ah, hold on p-please,” Angela (as Draco read on her tag) said while shuffling through some folders. After a couple paper cuts and a dropped folder which spewed its contents all over the floor, she found their reservation.
“Yes, you’re on the top floor, which is the thirteenth. You have three rooms plus a p-practice room that’s soundproof, right?” Angela asked while glancing unsurely at Draco.
He smiled that smile again while replying, “Yes, that’s right.”
Angela handed the keys over to Draco (and squealing a bit when their fingers touched) and Draco walked away, only to be stopped when big crash was heard behind him. Whirling around, he saw that Justin had used magic to levitate his bags, causing Angela (who had been the only one to see it in the commotion that usually goes on in New York City) to back away into a pile of files wide-eyed.
Draco sighed and walked back. “Justin, this is a Muggle hotel.”
Justin looked sheepish as he whipped his wand away before anyone else could see. “Sorry. Didn’t know.”
Harry saw Draco reaching into his pant pockets for his wand. “Wait, Draco. I don’t think pulling out another wand is a good idea. What if someone sees? Let me do it, I know wandless magic, and I’m pretty good at it if I may say so myself.”
Draco nodded as his hand left his pocket wandless. Harry turned towards Angela who was looking at them like they were crazy. Harry smiled sadly as he muttered “Obliviate.” Angela’s eyes glazed over for a second before she blinked and looked at Harry. And fainted.
Justin and Brent started cracking up at the common fangirl-ish reaction Angela had at the sight of Harry. Harry looked a bit perplexed at her dead faint and Draco and Amy just rolled their eyes. Draco walked up to Harry. “Just leave her.”
Shrugging, Harry obeyed and started wheeling his things towards the elevator.
***
Arriving on the thirteenth floor, Harry found out that the whole floor was practically for them. Draco handed Harry his key for room 1301 and watched with a slight smirk as Harry dragged his things into his room and disappearing through the door. Turning toward the rest of the band, he assigned Amy and Regie to room 1302 and Brent and Justin to room 1303.
“Not that I have a problem with Brent, but can I room with Harry instead?” Justin asked Draco as Amy and Regie disappeared into their room. Draco narrowed his eyes slightly at Justin, a bit annoyed at his request.
“I’m sorry, but the lodging plans have already been made. Besides, I have too much stuff to room with Brent. Harry brought the least things out of all of you and I brought the most. And you and Brent both brought regular amounts. So it all works out.”
Draco took his things (and levitating some, since they were alone here) and went to room 1301 before Justin could complain more. Calling over his shoulder, he told Justin and Brent, “We have a meeting in an hour in the practice room. Oh, and do put your instruments and things there before the meeting.” With that, he closed to door to his room and turned around to face his and Harry’s room.
Nodding in approval, he saw that it was pretty large. There were two queen sized beds on opposite sides, each with a night stand, a lamp, and a desk. There was a 56 inch television, a radio, and other Muggle contraptions. There were two closets too, each relatively big. Draco could see Harry already putting his clothe in the closet on his side. Smiling a bit, Draco walked over to his side and started unpacking too.
After a while of complete silence as they both worked, Harry finished first and decided to see who his roommate was. He was quite shocked when he saw the silky blond hair of Draco Malfoy, whom, he had thought, would have been the least likely person to room with him. He had expected Justin or Brent, seeing that they always got stuck together. Guess not this time, Harry mused as he walked over to his bed and laid down to rest a while.
Draco finished fifteen minutes after he heard the rustling on Harry’s side stop. Looking around, he noticed that Harry had dozed off on his bed. Not wanting to wake him up right now, Draco just sat down on his own bed and proceeded with staring at Harry sleeping.
***
About five minutes before their meeting, Draco walked over to Harry’s bed and shook him gently. His breath hitched in his lungs as Harry’s eye opened groggily, still fazed over from sleep. Harry rubbed sleepily at his eyes like some little kid (Draco almost ‘awwed’ at how cute it looked) and stared up at Draco’s face.
“...Malfoy? W-wha—Oh yeah,” he said, remember just where they were. He sat up and yawned.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Didn’t you sleep enough on the plane? Jeez. Come on, get up, we’ve got a band meeting in the practice room in five minutes.”
Harry mumbled as he got up, stumbling a bit on his still asleep legs. Steadying himself with a hand on Draco's arm, he stood up steadier, murmured a small “Sorry,” and walked off to the bathroom to freshen up, completely missing the blush that had erupted all over Draco’s face from that sudden contact and closeness.
Once Harry disappeared into the bathroom, Draco berated himself for that uncontrolled blush, and thanking the lord again that Harry didn’t turn around and see it. Shaking his head slightly, he headed towards the practice room.
***
“Well, I hope everyone’s content with the arrangements,” Draco started, looking at a sulking Justin, “because your stuck with your roommate for this entire trip.”
Justin groaned audibly, but decided to not comment.
“Okay, so our schedule for this week. Today, which is Friday, doesn’t have anything planned so you can fix your jet lag. Tomorrow, we get to have fun and tour New York City and visit the magical community here. And then, on Sunday...” and Draco continued highlighting their stay at New York City for them.
After he finished, everyone yawned and nodded their approval.
“I think we should sing a song I wrote on the airplane when I was bored!” Amy suddenly shouted, “To celebrate our coming to the United States!”
Harry laughed at Amy’s spirit as she passed out parts. When she got to Harry though, Justin jumped in and snatched away Harry’s part and flung his own part at him.
“I wanna sing and play the lead part this time!” he protested.
Amy shrugged and said, “Okay, whatever squeaks your ducky,” which no one understood but Harry and Amy herself, seeing that Amy was Muggle-born and knew there were such things as rubber duckies.
Harry complied with Justin’s request and got out his guitar and fingered through some parts.
Draco watched in amazement (he was getting amazed a lot recently, wasn’t he?) as the band learned the piece in less than ten minutes. These people were musical geniuses; that much Draco could tell.
“Okay, here we go. Mr. Malfoy, this song is dubbed United States of Whatever (6) by me. Have fun with it, Justin,” said Amy, winking.
Justin took a deep breath and gave the okay sign.
Whatever.
I went down to the beach and saw Kiki
She was, like, all "ehhhh"
And I was, like, "whatever!"
Whatever.
Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like,
"Hey, aren't you that dude?"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
So later I'm at the pool hall
And this girl comes up
And she's, like, "awww"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
‘Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And then it's three A.M.
And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather
This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"
I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
Then I'm throwing dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and is, like,
"Hey, I thought I told you..."
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
And then up comes Zafo
I'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?"
He's, like, "nothin'"
And I'm, like, "that's cool."
‘Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
‘Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
“What the hell were you thinking, Amy?” panted Justin as he finished. “This makes absolutely no sense. And who the bloody hell is Zafo?!”
Amy gave a mysterious smile as she said airily, “It makes perfect sense to me.”
Harry laughed as they both glared at each other. Putting away his guitar, he bid his bickering teammates goodbye and went back to his room to finish that nap. Besides, it’ll help his jet lag.
And so his nap, being justified in his mind, took place as Draco stayed up in his bed, making plans for the next few days.
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TBC!!!
(01) Ashwinder-- No, I didn't not make this up. Go here--> http://www.hp-lexicon.org/bestiary/bestiary_a.html#ashwinder for the place where I got it from. ^__^
(6) United States of Whatever by Liam Lynch.
Replies:
BRM: Glad you liked my songs. ^__^
jaimie: Well, The End won't just be singing funny and angsty songs in the later chapters. Since they're so talented, they can practically play ANY song. ^__^ And for your song suggestions, I have rejected Wings of a Butterfly by HIM. And I'm not sure about Another Postcard by The Barenaked Ladies (although I laughed alot at that song. XD), and Counting 5-4-3-2-1 by Thursday. Though, if I am going to use them, then Another Postcard would be somewhere around chapter 8, and Counting 5-4-3-2-1 would be around chapter 11. ^__^ And the accepted songs are Basket Case by Greenday (chapter 20), Times Like These by Foo Fighters (chapter 31), Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects (chapter 24- I was already planning on using this. ^_^), and Little Black Backpack by Stroke 9 (chapter 21). Yeah, the chapters in parenthesis is an estimate of which chapter it'll be in. ^__^
vibora: I suppose long fics are good, right? ^^" Hopefully noone get bored. Ah! That'll be devastating! I'll have to work hard to keep everyone entertained! *determined stance*
REVIEW!!! OR YOU SHALL TRIP WHILE ON YOUR DAILY WALK AND DIE BY FALLING OF THE EDGE OF A 50 FT CLIFF OF DOOM!!!! heheh
Author's Notes: Link:
---> http://vobbo.com/video/upload/5628/1168813751.mp3
I suggest you start the song over when you get to the lyrics. ^__^
STILL TAKING SONG REQUESTS!! I'll probably stop after like, two more chapters. Maybe. I don't know yet. Well, the more songs you request, the longer this story will be! (if that's a good thing... ^^") For request rules, read the bottom of Chapter 4: Sirius Black. ^__^
Oh yes, and the 'funny' songs are going to end soon and it'll be more angsty and broken songs as Harry and Draco's relation gets more intense. muahahah!
----Chapter 6: United States of Whatever----
Draco thanked the lord for his luck on the airplane. He thought it was going to be a very dreary long and tiring flight, but it had been, though still long and tiring, at least a very pleasant long and tiring flight.
Amy, Justin, Regie, and Brent had all sat in the middle section, occasionally playing cards or something or other. Draco had an aisle seat while Harry had a window seat. Of course, Harry had pouted a lot about this seating arrangement, not wanting to be so far from the rest of his band, but Draco had insisted that he needed to stretch his legs a lot, so it would be more convenient for him to sit on the outside. Harry had unwillingly agreed, still pouting a bit, which Draco found immensely adorable.
But it turned out Draco never even got up once during the whole flight. Harry had been asleep for most of it, and that was precisely the reason Draco didn’t, or couldn’t get up. Harry, who had been watching movies at first off the screen thing in the front, eventually dozed off and slumped down into his chair, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder. The second Draco felt the light weight on his shoulder, he gave a start, having been paying pretty close attention to the movie (a very amazing Muggle thing he still respected them for). Turning to his side, he came dangerously close to Potter’s sleeping face. Naturally, Harry looked wonderful in his sleep too, and Draco had to use all the will power he possessed to not ravage Harry then and there. That would’ve caused a really awkward scene, not to mention his plan will be completely ruined and Potter would avoid him forever, if not killing him on the spot. So, he just stiffly relaxed (is that possible?), not moving much so not to wake the sleeping man.
It was like that throughout the whole flight, Harry only waking when the food came. Then, after eating, he and Draco had quite a lovely conversation about their accomplishments.
“Yeah, I am an Animagus. I became one somewhere around the end of seventh year.”
Draco stared at Harry, trying not to show too much awe on his face. “What animal are you?”
Harry grinned, “Well, that’s the thing. I’m sort of a... special case. A really special case. I can turn into two animals, and both of them are magical creatures.”
Draco gasped. There was only one person in history that could do that, and he was some old bloke that established the magical community. “No way, Potter. That’s wicked!”
Harry laughed, “Yeah. I can turn into a phoenix and an ashwinder (01).”
Draco stared at Harry again. “A-an ashwinder?! Those are snakes, right?”
Harry nodded, “Yeah, and pretty rare to boot. They’re thin and gray with glowing red eyes, which, for some odd reason my eyes glow green instead. And they come out of magical fire places to lay eggs. And these eggs, if they are not found and frozen in time, they can burn down everything within a 5 meter radius.”
“Burn down? Woah...”
“Yeah, I know. I was pretty shocked too. You know what’s weird? I can lay eggs too, whenever I want to. It’s kind of creepy, but it helped a lot in the war.”
“Oh, so that’s why there were so many reports of fires and stuff! I thought there was just some crazy arsonist running amok,” Draco teased.
“Yes, that was me and my eggs.”
At this statement, Draco burst out laughing, something Malfoys should NEVER do because it shows you have no control over your emotions. But at that moment, Draco didn’t really care about upholding the famous Malfoy mask.
“Ahahahahah, ohhh Godric, do you realized how odd that sounded, Potter?”
Harry started laughing too, “Yeah, I realized after I had said it!”
Which sent them both into another fit of giggles. (Malfoys do NOT giggle, Draco had to remind himself over and over.)
Yes, the flight was pretty interesting, thought Draco contentedly as their taxis pulled up to the hotel they would be staying at for a week and a half in the city of New York City, New York.
Draco got out of the car and led the group to the check-in desk. The girl that was behind the desk practically swooned when she saw the group of handsome men (and one woman) approach her.
“C-can I h-help you, sir?” She stuttered, as Draco walked up.
“Yes, I’d like to check the band The End in. We made reservations already,” Draco said, smiling a charming smile that he had perfected just for these business occasions.
“Ah, hold on p-please,” Angela (as Draco read on her tag) said while shuffling through some folders. After a couple paper cuts and a dropped folder which spewed its contents all over the floor, she found their reservation.
“Yes, you’re on the top floor, which is the thirteenth. You have three rooms plus a p-practice room that’s soundproof, right?” Angela asked while glancing unsurely at Draco.
He smiled that smile again while replying, “Yes, that’s right.”
Angela handed the keys over to Draco (and squealing a bit when their fingers touched) and Draco walked away, only to be stopped when big crash was heard behind him. Whirling around, he saw that Justin had used magic to levitate his bags, causing Angela (who had been the only one to see it in the commotion that usually goes on in New York City) to back away into a pile of files wide-eyed.
Draco sighed and walked back. “Justin, this is a Muggle hotel.”
Justin looked sheepish as he whipped his wand away before anyone else could see. “Sorry. Didn’t know.”
Harry saw Draco reaching into his pant pockets for his wand. “Wait, Draco. I don’t think pulling out another wand is a good idea. What if someone sees? Let me do it, I know wandless magic, and I’m pretty good at it if I may say so myself.”
Draco nodded as his hand left his pocket wandless. Harry turned towards Angela who was looking at them like they were crazy. Harry smiled sadly as he muttered “Obliviate.” Angela’s eyes glazed over for a second before she blinked and looked at Harry. And fainted.
Justin and Brent started cracking up at the common fangirl-ish reaction Angela had at the sight of Harry. Harry looked a bit perplexed at her dead faint and Draco and Amy just rolled their eyes. Draco walked up to Harry. “Just leave her.”
Shrugging, Harry obeyed and started wheeling his things towards the elevator.
***
Arriving on the thirteenth floor, Harry found out that the whole floor was practically for them. Draco handed Harry his key for room 1301 and watched with a slight smirk as Harry dragged his things into his room and disappearing through the door. Turning toward the rest of the band, he assigned Amy and Regie to room 1302 and Brent and Justin to room 1303.
“Not that I have a problem with Brent, but can I room with Harry instead?” Justin asked Draco as Amy and Regie disappeared into their room. Draco narrowed his eyes slightly at Justin, a bit annoyed at his request.
“I’m sorry, but the lodging plans have already been made. Besides, I have too much stuff to room with Brent. Harry brought the least things out of all of you and I brought the most. And you and Brent both brought regular amounts. So it all works out.”
Draco took his things (and levitating some, since they were alone here) and went to room 1301 before Justin could complain more. Calling over his shoulder, he told Justin and Brent, “We have a meeting in an hour in the practice room. Oh, and do put your instruments and things there before the meeting.” With that, he closed to door to his room and turned around to face his and Harry’s room.
Nodding in approval, he saw that it was pretty large. There were two queen sized beds on opposite sides, each with a night stand, a lamp, and a desk. There was a 56 inch television, a radio, and other Muggle contraptions. There were two closets too, each relatively big. Draco could see Harry already putting his clothe in the closet on his side. Smiling a bit, Draco walked over to his side and started unpacking too.
After a while of complete silence as they both worked, Harry finished first and decided to see who his roommate was. He was quite shocked when he saw the silky blond hair of Draco Malfoy, whom, he had thought, would have been the least likely person to room with him. He had expected Justin or Brent, seeing that they always got stuck together. Guess not this time, Harry mused as he walked over to his bed and laid down to rest a while.
Draco finished fifteen minutes after he heard the rustling on Harry’s side stop. Looking around, he noticed that Harry had dozed off on his bed. Not wanting to wake him up right now, Draco just sat down on his own bed and proceeded with staring at Harry sleeping.
***
About five minutes before their meeting, Draco walked over to Harry’s bed and shook him gently. His breath hitched in his lungs as Harry’s eye opened groggily, still fazed over from sleep. Harry rubbed sleepily at his eyes like some little kid (Draco almost ‘awwed’ at how cute it looked) and stared up at Draco’s face.
“...Malfoy? W-wha—Oh yeah,” he said, remember just where they were. He sat up and yawned.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Didn’t you sleep enough on the plane? Jeez. Come on, get up, we’ve got a band meeting in the practice room in five minutes.”
Harry mumbled as he got up, stumbling a bit on his still asleep legs. Steadying himself with a hand on Draco's arm, he stood up steadier, murmured a small “Sorry,” and walked off to the bathroom to freshen up, completely missing the blush that had erupted all over Draco’s face from that sudden contact and closeness.
Once Harry disappeared into the bathroom, Draco berated himself for that uncontrolled blush, and thanking the lord again that Harry didn’t turn around and see it. Shaking his head slightly, he headed towards the practice room.
***
“Well, I hope everyone’s content with the arrangements,” Draco started, looking at a sulking Justin, “because your stuck with your roommate for this entire trip.”
Justin groaned audibly, but decided to not comment.
“Okay, so our schedule for this week. Today, which is Friday, doesn’t have anything planned so you can fix your jet lag. Tomorrow, we get to have fun and tour New York City and visit the magical community here. And then, on Sunday...” and Draco continued highlighting their stay at New York City for them.
After he finished, everyone yawned and nodded their approval.
“I think we should sing a song I wrote on the airplane when I was bored!” Amy suddenly shouted, “To celebrate our coming to the United States!”
Harry laughed at Amy’s spirit as she passed out parts. When she got to Harry though, Justin jumped in and snatched away Harry’s part and flung his own part at him.
“I wanna sing and play the lead part this time!” he protested.
Amy shrugged and said, “Okay, whatever squeaks your ducky,” which no one understood but Harry and Amy herself, seeing that Amy was Muggle-born and knew there were such things as rubber duckies.
Harry complied with Justin’s request and got out his guitar and fingered through some parts.
Draco watched in amazement (he was getting amazed a lot recently, wasn’t he?) as the band learned the piece in less than ten minutes. These people were musical geniuses; that much Draco could tell.
“Okay, here we go. Mr. Malfoy, this song is dubbed United States of Whatever (6) by me. Have fun with it, Justin,” said Amy, winking.
Justin took a deep breath and gave the okay sign.
Whatever.
I went down to the beach and saw Kiki
She was, like, all "ehhhh"
And I was, like, "whatever!"
Whatever.
Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like,
"Hey, aren't you that dude?"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
So later I'm at the pool hall
And this girl comes up
And she's, like, "awww"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
‘Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And then it's three A.M.
And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather
This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"
I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
Then I'm throwing dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and is, like,
"Hey, I thought I told you..."
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
And then up comes Zafo
I'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?"
He's, like, "nothin'"
And I'm, like, "that's cool."
‘Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
‘Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
“What the hell were you thinking, Amy?” panted Justin as he finished. “This makes absolutely no sense. And who the bloody hell is Zafo?!”
Amy gave a mysterious smile as she said airily, “It makes perfect sense to me.”
Harry laughed as they both glared at each other. Putting away his guitar, he bid his bickering teammates goodbye and went back to his room to finish that nap. Besides, it’ll help his jet lag.
And so his nap, being justified in his mind, took place as Draco stayed up in his bed, making plans for the next few days.
-----------------------------------------------------------
TBC!!!
(01) Ashwinder-- No, I didn't not make this up. Go here--> http://www.hp-lexicon.org/bestiary/bestiary_a.html#ashwinder for the place where I got it from. ^__^
(6) United States of Whatever by Liam Lynch.
Replies:
BRM: Glad you liked my songs. ^__^
jaimie: Well, The End won't just be singing funny and angsty songs in the later chapters. Since they're so talented, they can practically play ANY song. ^__^ And for your song suggestions, I have rejected Wings of a Butterfly by HIM. And I'm not sure about Another Postcard by The Barenaked Ladies (although I laughed alot at that song. XD), and Counting 5-4-3-2-1 by Thursday. Though, if I am going to use them, then Another Postcard would be somewhere around chapter 8, and Counting 5-4-3-2-1 would be around chapter 11. ^__^ And the accepted songs are Basket Case by Greenday (chapter 20), Times Like These by Foo Fighters (chapter 31), Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects (chapter 24- I was already planning on using this. ^_^), and Little Black Backpack by Stroke 9 (chapter 21). Yeah, the chapters in parenthesis is an estimate of which chapter it'll be in. ^__^
vibora: I suppose long fics are good, right? ^^" Hopefully noone get bored. Ah! That'll be devastating! I'll have to work hard to keep everyone entertained! *determined stance*
REVIEW!!! OR YOU SHALL TRIP WHILE ON YOUR DAILY WALK AND DIE BY FALLING OF THE EDGE OF A 50 FT CLIFF OF DOOM!!!! heheh