The Three Broomsticks Gone Ugly... Coyote Style

Magical Music challenge

The Three Broomsticks Gone Ugly...Coyote Style

"Feelings...Nothing more than feelings...trying to forget my...Feelings of hate," Draco sang as he stood on a table in the middle of the Three Broomsticks at about one in the morning during Christmas vacation. He dedicated this song by the Offspring to Harry. Why he was being so pleasant and how he knew the lyrics to the song was unknown. It didn't matter. He was drunk on butterbeer, and so were quite a few other witches and wizards who were standing around the bar cheering him on. It was a surprise that no one had caught anyone out of the castle past curfew, let alone, not during a Hogsmeade trip... but who cared? It was Christmas Eve, and those who were lonely and didn't have places to go to, went and got drunk. Thanks to the twins, along with Harry, who was becoming a little rebel, introduced the Wizarding world to karaoke. He, Fred and George stole a machine out of a Muggle entertainment store in London, only hours before.

Now Draco was just making an ass of himself. Not just because he was singing off tune, but also he had chosen a bad song.

A large CRASH came from the other side of the room. Crabbe and Goyle were arguing. This was nothing special. This time it was over a girl (like they'd have the chance?) ended up falling over themselves and brawling on the floor. It didn't last too long though... after they stood up; they ended up punching each other at the same time, knocking each other out. They remained sprawled on the floor, while others stepped on them and over them to get a closer look at what was going on at the front of the bar.

"You're so sexy, sexy, sexy, I need your love I need no hesitation..." Harry sang along with the karaoke machine. He had pulled a chair up onto the bar with himself to be more comfortable. Draco leapt somewhat tipsily onto the bar alongside Harry, and started an inebriated lap dance. Harry slapped Draco's ass. "Ow ow!" Hermione catcalled. She had to admit it, but it was pretty hot seeing the two of them up on the bar getting all steamy. All the girls were carrying on and fainting, as well as getting jealous, especially Pansy. She wanted that hot bitch all for herself. She wanted to stay and watch him... but it made her sick to her stomach. She decided to go home and rant to her diary instead.

"Sexy Draco, sexy Draco..." Neville shouted while jumping up and down. People began to give him dirty looks and told him to shut up and stop distracting everyone. To their relief he slipped on some butterbeer that someone had spilt and fell to floor, knocked out. He was shoved over to the massive heap of fat that was Crabbe and Goyle.

Draco began stripping. All the way down to a little...gold...thong.

Draco in a thong?! This was just too hot.

He jumped off the bar and gave lap dances to everyone.

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A couple hours later...

It was nearly four in the morning. Everyone was passed out or had already left. Draco felt sad. He couldn't turn anyone else on. But then he saw Harry... and he thought, "Damn, he is sexy."

"Vini, Vidi, Vinchi," he said in a mumbled garble. "Happy Christmas!" he wrapped his arm around Harry's waist after he planted a wet kiss on his cheek...

* * *

"AHHH!" Draco hollered as he awoke from his horrid nightmare. He sat up in bed; sweat poured from his temples. Surprisingly he didn't disturb his snoring roommates, Crabbe and Goyle. He stumbled into the bathroom. "It was only a dream..." Draco said as he looked at his reflection. His eyes got wide as he saw what he was wearing: the little gold thong. "Veni, Vidi, Vici" was written on the bottom right hand corner of the mirror.

"Carpe diem," he said. "Carpe diem." And he passed out.