Good Girl/Bad Boy
The moment Hermione Granger entered the Gryffindor girls dormitory of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she had just begun her 7th year, she realised it was a mistake to tell Ginny and the other girls that she had a CD player that actually worked inside the castle. As waves of pop music washed over her, she realised it was an even bigger mistake to let slip where she had stashed her CDs.
They were currently listening to an old mix she had made of songs that she was into in her childhood – it gave her some kind of connection to the Muggle world she had left behind six years ago. This being said, the CD was full of corny badly sung numbers by groups that any Muggle 17 year old would not be seen dead listening to these days. As this thought hit her, Hermione blushed deeply, even though most of the girls in the room grew up in wizarding families and had no idea who Hanson was.
The last beats of some Spice Girls song that sounded like all their other ones struggled to a close, and the girls noticed Hermione standing in the doorway. Some of them grinned at her sheepishly while others could barely contain their excitement at having access to such an amazing Muggle contraption, even if it wasn't theirs.
"Hermione, why didn't you tell us Muggle music was so awesome?" Ginny exploded, completely ignoring the look on Hermione's face that said she knew who the culprit behind this invasion of privacy was.
"This music is old," a 6th year called Natalie McDonald interjected, "The new stuff is so much better; no one listens to the Spice Girls anymore." She tossed aside the copy of Witch Weekly she had been flipping through and chose a new one from the pile in front of her. "Now everyone is all about Michael Buble and songs about girls kissing."
The rest of the girls in the room stared at her blankly and even slightly horrified. "They actually write songs about that?" Parvati Patil whispered to mumbles of agreement from her fellow Gryffindors.
Natalie opened her mouth to reply but Hermione cut across her – "I personally think it's an alright song; it sounds a lot worse then it is." This news was met with stunned stares directed in Hermione's direction, but she just shrugged them off and sank thankfully onto her four-poster bed. She pulled her wand from the depths of her school robes, pointed it at the CD player and the air was filled with the sound of the next song beginning.
If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy
Hermione remembered this song – it was by the Backstreet Boys and the first time she had heard it she couldn't get it out of her head for a week. Suddenly she found herself singing along with the lyrics, imagining she was still 10 and dancing around her bedroom wearing a pink cowboy hat and lip-syncing into her hairbrush.
All too soon the song was over, yet the girls continued giggling over Hermione's new found musical talent. Blushing scarlet again, she decided to change into her pyjamas and slide under the covers of her bed where she could avoid the snickers and snide remarks about her singing. Sleep slowly overcame her, the Backstreet Boys still loud in her ears.