I Feel Pretty
Draco looked into his mirror, and gazed into his own eyes. His hair was dripping from his shower, and he was only wearing a towel. He broke the intense gaze to glance from one side to the other, making sure no one was there. Then he turned back to his reflection. His eyes fluttered shut and he took a deep breath, and then cast a silencing charm around the bathroom.
"I feel pretty, oh so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and gay!" he sang loudly. He grabbed a bottle of hair spray and held it up to his mouth like a muggle microphone.
"And I pity any boy who isn't me today!" A snicker came from the other side of the perfect's bathroom. Draco stopped and looked to where the sound came from. When he saw nothing he turned back to the mirror and sighed. Then he resumed.
"I feel charming. Oh so charming. It's alarming how charming I feel!" Draco did a turn with his arms spread wide. "And so pretty, that I hardly can believe that I'm real!" He turned back to the mirror and ducked to the side before stepping back to look at himself.
"See the pretty man in the mirror there. Who can attractive man be?" He did another turn and laughed. "Such a pretty face, such a pretty suit, such a pretty face, such a pretty me!" he stopped spinning when that verse came to an end. Then he looked into the mirror which was behind him previously. He brought his hand up to his chin and looked to the side.
"I feel stunning, and entrancing. I feel like running and dancing for joy!" He did a jump into the air. "For I'm loved by a pretty wonderful –" He stopped moving and singing.
"I can't say that, he's a right annoying bastard… Curse you Harry Potter for ruining my perfect song!" he coughed, covering up a muffled scoff, which he missed too deep in his thoughts.
"Well continuing from the part after the annoying girls talk like they know anything about Maria," he said calmly.
"I feel pretty, oh so pretty. Like the city should give me its key!" Here he bowed to the mirror with his hand held out as if accepting something.
"A committee should be organized to honor me," he told the mirror with a superior look. "Not that I don't already have one. No one can resist my charms."
"I feel dizzy, I feel sunny. I feel fizzy and funny and fine!" He ran a hand through his still wet hair, and looked seductively at the mirror.
"And so pretty, Miss America can just resign." He laughed to himself. "See the pretty boy in that mirror there. Who can that attractive boy be? Such a pretty face, such a pretty suit, such a pretty smile, such a pretty me!" he made another turn, and once again heard muffled snickers from the other side of the bathroom. This time he was sure he wasn't imagining it, even if there was nothing there. Then a thought came to his mind. He slid down the sink and put his face in his hands with a groan.
"How the hell did you get in here Potter?"
Hey! What did you guys think? It's my fist published piece of fanfiction on this site, and I would like to know how I did. I found this picture online and simply couldn't help myself, I had to write this. I have no idea who drew the picture though... Please leave a review. Thank you.