Lyrics and Prologue.
The song that inspired my story is Sense of Humor by Darren Hayes (late of Savage Garden). Actually many of Mr Hayes songs put me in mind of Ron/Draco but this was the one that specifically brought this scenario to mind.
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Prologue.
A bumpy start…..
There it was again. The ‘look’. Interesting. Not overly unusual in
itself; glares were often sent in that direction from that same source -
lord knows there’d always been a spark there. But this wasn’t a glare;
no, this was something else entirely.
There were those eyes again. Searching. Same direction; same
destination. Now, if he could just decipher the meaning behind them…..
His first thought had been - he’s trying to decide where to
hide the body.
This had gradually morphed into - bloody hell…he’s trying to decide
the best way to acquire the body.
To finally - oh good God…he wants to keep the body!
Oh bugger. Not good, very not good. And Jesus H Voldemort
just how was he going to break this news to the ‘body’?! Said ‘body’
belonging to his best mate?
Oh yeh, seventh year was definitely off to a bumpy start.
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