You were watching American Idol in your room the day before Christmas Eve. They were just about to say who was eliminated, David Archuletta or Jason Castro, but then they went to commercial break. As a commercial about Hot Pockets came on, you heard your cell phone play “Kiss Me”. It was Ron. *Oh, god.* Your heart started beating faster. Why should you be scared? It’s not like Ron’s going to start screaming at you and totally write you off as a friend. You flipped open your cell phone and said, “Hello?”
“Hey,” said Ron sounding very depressed. “Hey,” you said back in the same tone. There was a long silence. “So,” Ron said, “I got the owl.”
“Really? What did you name- “ Suddenly, the TV went blank just as they came back to American Idol. “NOOOOOO!!!!!” you screamed. “What? What happened?” Ron questioned. “Quick, are you watching American Idol?” you asked quickly. “Uh, no…” You hung up on him. You scrolled down your contacts list and Draco was the first one. You called him quickly. He answered, “Hey, what’s up?”
“Are you watching American Idol?” you asked him. “Yeah,” he answered, “They’re really bringing Jason Castro down and –“
“I’m coming over there. Is that okay?” you told him. “Yeah why?” he asked. You whined, “Ugh, my TV just turned off randomly.” You were coming upon the Slytherin door. “I’m at the door. Could you come and let me in?” The giant portrait was staring at you. “You’re not in Slytherin,” it said to you. Draco opened the door, “Hang up the phone and hurry!” You two were sprinting down the hall, laughing. You got to his room, but the credits were already rolling the credits. “Damn it!” you screamed. “It’s over.”
“Well, you already know that Jason went home. He was just horrible,” said Draco. “Yeah, he even forgot the words,” you added. “What a dork.” The TV was now showing the beginning of Hell’s Kitchen. “Ooh, do you watch that?” you asked as you pointed to the TV. “Yeah,” answered Draco. “Can I still watch it with you?” you requested. He shrugged, “Be my guest. Everyone else is at a big party.” You flung your purse onto his bed. You looked around at his room. There were posters of bands on his walls. His bed was all black. A set of drums were sitting in the corner of the room. You pointed, “You play?” He put his hands in his pockets. “Kinda. I’m not great or anything.” You sat on the stool and twirled a drumstick. It flipped out of your hand. “Whoops,” you muttered. You walked away from the drums. You sat down on his bed and he sat next to you. As you were watching Chef Ramsey yell at people, you found Draco’s arm around you. You liked it and leaned closer to him.
