Unwritten

If you don't like Draco/Hermione, don't read. Easy, simple instructions.

There may or may not be sexual content in this story. Frankly, I haven't decided yet. Mind you, I'm known for having at least one sexual scene, so you might get lucky.

I know the storyline is a bit cliche, but I'm working under this crazy idea that popped into my head. So that I am not losing my mind to come up with lyrics, I may or may not use lyrics from modern songs. This story is set in the 90s, so it shouldn't interfere much. I promise to give credit where credit is due if I choose to use any popular or non-popular songs.

This story takes place in 7th year for Harry Potter and his classmates.

Unwritten
by: Tassana Burrfoot

Prologue

Draco reclined lazily in the green chair as he looked at his two comrades. He strummed his six-string and listened quietly to the other two.

At that moment, it did not matter to Draco what other people would say if he were caught. He loved his music. It was one of his few loves. And the one thing his parents disapproved of the most.

"So, are you going to sing, Drake?" Anthony asked as he tuned his drum set.

"Don't call me that," Draco spat quickly, glancing at the sandy haired boy. "I hate that name. And, no, I'm not singing. I was thinking that Bones should sing."

The girl looked quickly up from her keyboard. "Oh, Merlin, no! You can't be serious, Draco! I can't sing!" she pleaded.

The blond just laughed, "I was joking! You've got to lighten up, Bones. This is just a goof session. No reason to get uptight."

Anthony sighed, "So, you're not going to sing?"

Draco raised an eyebrow and thought on it a moment. "I've got an idea. Why don't we find someone with a good voice who could sing for this little group."

"A fourth?" Susan questioned, eagerly.

The Slytherin nodded. "Yeah. A fourth. Make this truly what our name stands for."

She smiled. "Then, we'll have to find a Gryffindor," she stated simply.

Draco balked at the idea. "Sure, but I doubt we'll find any Gryffindor with any talent," he told her. "If we do, I'll be surprised."

She shrugged. "Something tells me you'll find them, Draco. You've got a good eye for talent... when you want, that is."

He rolled his eyes. "We'll see."


(II)


Draco had originally started his band as a solo act. After all, there weren't really any Slytherins interested in playing instruments or singing. (And Pansy sounded like a dying cat.) Most Slytherins were more interested with family affairs and making a name for themselves.

Draco knew his family's business from top to bottom. His father taught him every little detail and then some. He knew that, as soon as he left Hogwarts, he would have a name practically handed to him on a silver platter.

But, it wasn't his.

Draco wanted his own name. His own place. His own... life apart from his family's affairs. That's why he came up with playing music.

It was by chance, and a bit of luck, that Goldstein had stumbled upon him playing. At first, Draco had been skeptical about letting the Ravenclaw in, but, after hearing the sandy haired boy on the drums, Draco found he couldn't say no.

Susan Bones had been another incident. Though, also Goldstein's idea. They had taken a liking to each other and Draco was sure the two were dating behind his back.

Not that it mattered to him. Draco couldn't care less. He had his two comrades and he began to learn what friendship was really about. After the defeat of the Dark Lord, Draco was left alone and scared. His father was sentenced to ten years in Azkaban while his mother went to France for a while.

Most Slytherins avoided him, except to ask for help with homework. Well, Pansy didn't know how to leave him alone. Or Astoria Greengrass. Both girls irritated him to no end, practically begging for a chance to become a Malfoy.

So, the only people Draco could really count on were Goldstein and Bones. And he was fine with that. Now, if only he could find a singer...