𓆩♛ᥫ᭡♛𓆪 Sliver-Tongued Prince Draco Malfoy 𓆩♛ᥫ᭡♛𓆪

Emotional, romantic Gothic Metal, Dark Rock and Alternative Metal with dreamy Shoegaze, 90s Alternative Rock, Female lead vocals from Maeveen's perspective: smoky, breathy, intimate and slightly raspy, shifting from playful teasing whispers into vulnerable melodies and powerful emotional belts, Begin with haunting clean guitar, deep melodic bass, cold dungeon ambience and melancholic violin, Verses feel intimate, flirtatious and nocturnal, gradually building into massive atmospheric choruses with low-tuned distorted guitars, crushing drums, cinematic violin and lush reverb, Strong quiet-to-heavy dynamics, ethereal harmonies and whispered vocal layers, Balance Draco’s aristocratic “Prince” energy with tenderness, jealousy and hidden vulnerability, Build the bridge slowly before an explosive breakdown with sharp violin strikes and heavy riffs, Final chorus feels passionate, devoted and cathartic, End with fading feedback, soft laughter, solitary violin

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[Intro – whispered]

There you go again...

pretending you're offended.

Come on, Prince.

We both know
you love it when I fight back.

[Verse 1]

Perfect tie, polished shoes,
silver pride around your throat,
you walk into every room
like Hogwarts belongs to you.

Then you find me in the corner,
drop your books beside my chair.

“Move.”

I smile.

“There are twenty empty seats, Prince.”

You sit beside me anyway.

You complain about my handwriting,
I tell you your hair looks ridiculous.

You glare at me for half a second,

then bite your lip
to hide the smile.

[Pre-Chorus]

Everybody gets Malfoy.

The name.

The pride.

The sharpened tongue.

But when it's only us,

sometimes...

I get Draco.

[Chorus]

Prince,

take off your silver armor.

You don't have to be untouchable
when you're here with me.

Come closer,

let your perfect world unravel.

I'll keep every softer piece
you never let them see.

Prince,

you drive me fucking crazy,

but somehow you're the one
who notices when I disappear.

And every time you whisper
“Maeveen”

without that arrogant little smile

God,

I want you near.

[Verse 2]

You save my seat at dinner
then insist it wasn't for me.

Carry half my books upstairs
while complaining dramatically.

I straighten your tie before Potions.

You catch my wrist.

For one second,

neither of us remembers
what joke comes next.

Your grey eyes drop
to my lips.

Mine do the same.

Then Blaise walks past us laughing,

and suddenly you're Draco Malfoy again.

Cold expression.

Raised eyebrow.

Perfect control.

But your hand stays
around my wrist

three seconds too long.

[Pre-Chorus]

You call me impossible.

I call you spoiled.

You say,

“At least call me Malfoy
when you're insulting me.”

But I know something
you'd rather die than admit.

You like hearing me say

Draco.

[Chorus]

Prince,

take off your silver armor.

You don't have to be untouchable
when you're here with me.

Come closer,

let your perfect world unravel.

I'll keep every softer piece
you never let them see.

Prince,

you drive me fucking crazy,

but somehow you're the one
who notices when I disappear.

And every time you whisper
“Maeveen”

without that arrogant little smile

God,

I want you near.

[Post-Chorus – breathy]

What's wrong, Prince?

Jealous?

Thought so.

[The guitars fade into heartbeat-like drums]

[Verse 3]

Suddenly you need me
for something urgently.

It's almost adorable.

Almost.

So later I corner you
beneath the dungeon arches.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Draco.”

One word.

That's all it takes.

Your eyes meet mine,

and underneath all that arrogance

I see something
aching.

Something frightened.

Something mine
if I dare reach for it.

[Bridge – intimate, vulnerable]

Tell me what happens
when you're not a Malfoy.

When there's nobody watching.

No family name
hanging above your head.

No expectations
wrapped around your throat.

Who are you then?

Because I know the boy
who pushes sweets toward me
when he thinks I haven't eaten.

I know the boy
who waits outside class
when I've had a terrible day.

I know the boy
who pretends he's annoyed
while carrying my books.

The one who whispers,

“Are you alright?”

when everyone else
believes my smile.

That's the Draco
I fell for 
You

SO LOOK AT ME, PRINCE.

No smirk.

No sarcasm.

No Malfoy.

Just Draco.

Tell me we're only friends.

Tell me your hands don't shake
when I get too close.

Tell me you don't hate it
when another boy touches me.

Tell me you haven't memorized
every little thing I like.

Go ahead.

Be convincing.

You're always so damn good
at pretending.

But your forehead
is against mine,

your fingers
are around my waist,

and your heartbeat
just betrayed you.

[Final Chorus]

Prince,

you can keep your silver armor.

I never needed you
to throw it all away.

Just let me underneath it.

Let me love the boy
behind the name.

Prince,

I'll argue with you tomorrow.

I'll steal your seat.

I'll ruin your perfect hair.

I'll call you spoiled
until you threaten to hex me.

And I'll probably laugh
when you glare.

But tonight

stay.

Just your hand
inside of mine.

Because everybody else
can have Malfoy.

The polished heir.

The perfect son.

The Slytherin Prince.

But if you'll let me

I want Draco.

[Outro – whispered]

Goodnight, Prince.

“What happened to Draco?”

I smile.

Come closer
and maybe I'll tell you.

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[Intro – whispered] There you go again... pretending you're offended. Come on, Prince. We both know you love it when I fight back. [Verse 1] Perfect tie, polished shoes, silver pride around your throat, you walk into every room like Hogwarts belongs to you. Then you find me in the corner, drop your books beside my chair. “Move.” I smile. “There are twenty empty seats, Prince.” You sit beside me anyway. You complain about my handwriting, I tell you your hair looks ridiculous. You glare at me for half a second, then bite your lip to hide the smile. [Pre-Chorus] Everybody gets Malfoy. The name. The pride. The sharpened tongue. But when it's only us, sometimes... I get Draco. [Chorus] Prince, take off your silver armor. You don't have to be untouchable when you're here with me. Come closer, let your perfect world unravel. I'll keep every softer piece you never let them see. Prince, you drive me fucking crazy, but somehow you're the one who notices when I disappear. And every time you whisper “Maeveen” without that arrogant little smile God, I want you near. [Verse 2] You save my seat at dinner then insist it wasn't for me. Carry half my books upstairs while complaining dramatically. I straighten your tie before Potions. You catch my wrist. For one second, neither of us remembers what joke comes next. Your grey eyes drop to my lips. Mine do the same. Then Blaise walks past us laughing, and suddenly you're Draco Malfoy again. Cold expression. Raised eyebrow. Perfect control. But your hand stays around my wrist three seconds too long. [Pre-Chorus] You call me impossible. I call you spoiled. You say, “At least call me Malfoy when you're insulting me.” But I know something you'd rather die than admit. You like hearing me say Draco. [Chorus] Prince, take off your silver armor. You don't have to be untouchable when you're here with me. Come closer, let your perfect world unravel. I'll keep every softer piece you never let them see. Prince, you drive me fucking crazy, but somehow you're the one who notices when I disappear. And every time you whisper “Maeveen” without that arrogant little smile God, I want you near. [Post-Chorus – breathy] What's wrong, Prince? Jealous? Thought so. [The guitars fade into heartbeat-like drums] [Verse 3] Suddenly you need me for something urgently. It's almost adorable. Almost. So later I corner you beneath the dungeon arches. “What was that?” “Nothing.” “Draco.” One word. That's all it takes. Your eyes meet mine, and underneath all that arrogance I see something aching. Something frightened. Something mine if I dare reach for it. [Bridge – intimate, vulnerable] Tell me what happens when you're not a Malfoy. When there's nobody watching. No family name hanging above your head. No expectations wrapped around your throat. Who are you then? Because I know the boy who pushes sweets toward me when he thinks I haven't eaten. I know the boy who waits outside class when I've had a terrible day. I know the boy who pretends he's annoyed while carrying my books. The one who whispers, “Are you alright?” when everyone else believes my smile. That's the Draco I fell for You SO LOOK AT ME, PRINCE. No smirk. No sarcasm. No Malfoy. Just Draco. Tell me we're only friends. Tell me your hands don't shake when I get too close. Tell me you don't hate it when another boy touches me. Tell me you haven't memorized every little thing I like. Go ahead. Be convincing. You're always so damn good at pretending. But your forehead is against mine, your fingers are around my waist, and your heartbeat just betrayed you. [Final Chorus] Prince, you can keep your silver armor. I never needed you to throw it all away. Just let me underneath it. Let me love the boy behind the name. Prince, I'll argue with you tomorrow. I'll steal your seat. I'll ruin your perfect hair. I'll call you spoiled until you threaten to hex me. And I'll probably laugh when you glare. But tonight stay. Just your hand inside of mine. Because everybody else can have Malfoy. The polished heir. The perfect son. The Slytherin Prince. But if you'll let me I want Draco. [Outro – whispered] Goodnight, Prince. “What happened to Draco?” I smile. Come closer and maybe I'll tell you.

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