Draco was sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by his four best friends; Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise. Over the course of the morning, they had been discussing if it was better to marry for money and status or to marry for love. Of course, every single one of them had arranged marriages, but still, there was no harm discussing another option.
"Well, I still agree with Draco on the money thing. If you ain't got money, you can't be happy," Blaise said, cutting his sausage into pieces.
"Yeah, but being in love would make you happy! Haven't you got any idea about romance?" Pansy sighed, she might as well be talking to herself.
"Not if you couldn't afford anything," Draco put in, pointing his fork loosely at Pansy, who was sitting across from him. They were sitting towards the front of the Slytherin table eating their dinner, Blaise at the head of the table, Crabbe sitting next to Draco, and Goyle next to Pansy.
"You didn't let me finish," Blaise continued, looking at Pansy and then sucking his teeth, raising an eyebrow, he did this a lot when he was waiting for attention. Pansy turned back to him, starting to get slightly moody over the situation. "But, I would probably marry for love if I had the choice.” He nodded as he spoke and then started eating again.
"No, what is love anyway? An obsession with another person! If you value a person as much as you do your own life, then it causes problems, especially in these days. It’s best in our generation to promote status, get to know important people. If you don’t know anyone important, you won't survive this war! No protection!" Draco said. All the boys nodded in defeat, agreeing that that much was true, but Pansy simply didn’t agree; love was important.
"Yes, but would you be able to live with someone you didn't love, make love with that person, have a family? I know I wouldn't be able to," she said, folding her arms after pushing her dinner away.
"You know Pansy, you've actually got a point there…. I’ve changed my mind, love over money-" Blaise said, but he didn't continue because Draco interrupted.
"Well, that comes with it; I'd prefer that. There would be security, money, and a family, what more do you need?"
"You’re just money-and-status obsessed, Draco," Blaise pointed out. Draco couldn't really argue with that. He just replied with, “Well, yeah...” and then looked at Blaise as if he was stupid.
Blaise wiped his mouth on his serviette after pushing his plate away from him. He leaned on his hand while thinking for a short time. No one said anything; it seemed they were all trying to come up with relevant points.
“No, I can’t do it! I want to cancel my marriage. I’d prefer to be poor and happy than rich and miserable.”
Draco sighed, turning to his friend of three years. “Blaise, if you had money, you would be happy. Trust me. My home life isn’t perfect but the money does keep me happy. How can’t I be happy? Look at me!” He gestured to his school uniform, which did look highly aristocratic and a lot flashier than everyone else’s. “If you look good then you feel good. If you’ve got money, you can’t run out of things to do. So you won’t have time to feel sad or whatever,” Draco argued, smiling and shaking his head at his friend’s stupidity.
Everyone was silent for a minute. Blaise was now drinking coffee, and Pansy was eating ice cream. Crabbe, Goyle and Draco had helped themselves to seconds, but everyone was trying to beat what Draco had just said.
"Yeah, but what if you married for love, and you were filthy rich and already in higher society?" Goyle said, looking up from his steak pie.
"Well, then it kills two birds wiv one stone, dunit?" Crabbe said, smiling to himself and shoveling food into his mouth. Draco stared in disgust at his friend.
"You repulse me, you know, Crabbe. Learn some manners," he drawled, shooting Crabbe daggers. Blaise smiled to himself. Even he had to admit that, Crabbe was a little... middle-class compared to everyone else in the group of friends.
"Yeah I know, Draco, but you're stuck up, so we’re even." He gave his friend a cheeky smile and returned to his meal.
"I'm not stuck up!" Draco said as he shot a dirty look to his friend before he continued eating his vegetarian lasagna. Goyle laughed.
"Sorry Draco, I have to agree that you're as stuck up as they get. You know you’re rich, you’re as famous as Potter, you know you’re good looking… You've got everything anyone would want, and you flaunt it!" Goyle said with a smile on his face.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Stop ganging up on him. He's not stuck up, just... extremely glamorous." Draco smiled as he nodded and took a drink of his pumpkin juice. He had to admit that he was very glamorous.
"Yeah, I'm just--" He stopped talking and started coughing and spluttering. A weird, warm sensation swirled in his throat all the way down to his stomach. Everyone looked alarmed and Crabbe began tapping his back. A few people down the Slytherin table stopped their conversations, being nosy to see who was choking. "I'm fine," he wheezed. "It must have gone down the wrong way." Suddenly, he stood up and leaned his hands on the table, looking alert and slightly tipsy.
"Did you call me glamorous?" He smirked, flashing a sexy wink at Pansy, his voice higher than usual and his skin flushed in excitement.
"Yes..." Pansy repeated uneasily, as if talking to a three year old. Draco sat back down, flicked his hair back and smiled at everyone, a flirty sort of attitude taking over him.
"What, like..." he continued with another smile, standing up to walk around his friends. "G-L-A- M-O-R-O-U-S," Draco sang, running his hands seductively across his friends as he walked past them.
"Erm… Draco...” Blaise stuttered. Rather than stop what he was doing, Draco didn't answer and continued to sing, a huge grin on his face. Amused by the commotion, a few Slytherins started laughing behind their hands and serviettes.
Draco just winked at them all and bit his lip seductively. He stood behind Blaise with his hands on both of his friend’s shoulders. He watched the Slytherin table and then leaned down and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear into Blaise's ear.
Crabbe began to howl in laughter, slapping his hand on the table as Draco licked the shell of Blaise's ear while staring down the Slytherin table. More people looked over at Crabbe’s sudden outburst, and Pansy saw the Mudblood Granger and her friends looking over curiously.
“Draco, stop this now. You’re getting an audience,” Pansy said blushing. Draco didn’t even seem to hear her. He just turned around and sat in Blaise’s lap, continuing to sing.
“First class? Up in sky.” He stood up and pushed Blaise back in his chair with his foot. Blaise skidded a few meters and Draco climbed onto the table. “With champagne? Living my life…” He walked down the table as though it was a catwalk. “In the fast lane? I wouldn't change... Glamorous?" Draco stopped walking and paused for a moment.
“Oh Merlin, this is rich…” Goyle laughed on, all the Slytherins either laughing or looking embarrassed at their king’s behavior. Professor Snape got up from the Heads table and started to walk over, looking like a bat out of hell.
“I'm talking Champagne wishes.” Draco kicked a goblet of juice over. “Caviar dreams…” He walked over to Pansy and pulled her onto the table, while she desperately tried to get away. “You deserve nothing but all the finer things, now this whole world have no clue what to do with us, I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us.”
“Mr. Malfoy, let go of Miss Parkinson immediately and get off the table. This is not appropriate.” As easily imagined, the whole Hall was laughing at the scene of Malfoy singing at the top of his voice on the table. As usual, Draco ignored the professor.
Pansy yelped in a quite undignified manner as Draco picked her left leg up by hooking his hand underneath her shoe heel, putting her leg on his hip. “Brother gotta keep enough lettuce, to support your shoe fetish…” He grinned at her then let go, catching her as she stumbled in her high shoes. He pulled her back onto the table and then spun her around as if they were dancing together. Pansy’s expression was somewhat horrified.
“Lifestyle so rich and famous, Robin Leach will get jealous, half a million for the stones, taking trips from here to Rome.” He turned to the professor and then yelled, “But you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home!”
With a flourish, Draco jumped off the table, with everyone in hysterics around the hall. Draco’s smile wavered as the warm sensation in his stomach and throat disappeared, a dizzy sensation overcoming him. Suddenly, everything turned black. Pansy and several others screamed and gasped as Draco collapsed on the floor.
AUTHOR NORES: Songs included in this chapter are: Glamorous by Fergie, released in March 2007 from the album The Dutchess and written was written by Stacy Ferguson, Jamal Jones, Will Adams, Elvis Williams, Christopher Bridges :)
Fanfiction is by F.Valconbridge. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.