A/N : I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I only own the plot of this story, and the character of Dawn. The character of Kevin, while the name is mine, the person he portrays is not. I will not reveal exactly what group he is in, I will just say that I don't own him. I also do not own Dirty Dancing, nor is any of the music in this story mine.

Starlight, Starbright

Hermione looked up, startled to find that she was alone in the once crowded concert hall. She had been watching and listening to her favorite music group sing and dance and she had been mesmerized. She lost herself in the familiar music and daydreamed about one of the singers. Laughing, she chided herself for a childlike fantasy and made her way to the doors at the back of the hall. Pushing on one, she found that not only was it locked; it was chained to the door beside it from the outside. 'How long have I been sitting here?' she wondered. Finding that all the doors along the back of the hall were the same, she felt herself start to panic. 'There has to be a way out,' she told herself as she swung her head around, looking frantically for a way out. Turning, she saw a light coming from behind the stage. Panicking, she began to run towards it, willing it to stay open until she reached it. She knew that there wasn't another concert scheduled here for another week and she couldn't stay here that long. She would need food and a restroom. Reaching the door behind the stage, she breathed a sigh, seeing that it was still open. Out of breath already, she continued to run until she ran smack into a solid form. Bouncing off of it, she fell backwards onto her bottom and let out a slight shriek.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that anyone was still here." A male voice said to her and extended his hand to help her up.

She looked up to give him a piece of her mind, only to have her words stop short in her throat. "I… I… I…" she stammered, realizing that the person she had run into was none other than her favorite singer from the group.

"Let me help you up," he said with a smile on his face, still holding out his hand for her to take. She sat there stunned and he wasn't sure that she was alright.

"I… I… I… Thank you," she managed to say, taking his hand and feeling a tingle when their skin contacted. She gasped as he pulled her to a standing position. "I'm sorry that I ran into you," she said.

"That's okay, pretty girl. I wasn't expecting anyone to come through that door, so I wasn't watching what I was doing. How come you're still here?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I tried to get out through the hall, but the doors are chained," she said, not realizing that she was barely making sense with her words. He looked at her strangely, wondering why she had stayed behind as the crowd had left an hour ago.

"I'm Kevin," he said, still holding on to her hand, thinking she might fall over if he let go.

"M-my n-name i-i-is h-Hermione," she stammered. He smiled at her nervousness, she knew who he was, he was sure of that, yet she didn't want to let on that she knew. He would let her play her game, she intrigued him. "I have to go," she said quickly, startling him out of his thoughts. He watched her hurry off to the parking garage and then disappear around a corner. He started to follow her, but thought he should just let her go. She was a really pretty girl, under that mane of wild, brown hair. Shaking his head at himself, he continued on with what he was doing.

Hermione rounded the corner in the parking garage and leaned against the wall to catch her breath, Kevin had really touched her hand, she could just squeal with delight. He was even better looking in person than he was in pictures and on TV. Sighing, she apparated to her room at home. It was still two weeks before the start of school, and she needed some sleep before her trip to Diagon Alley the next day. Plus she was invited to a special party the next night by a friend of a friend, so she needed to figure out what to wear to this party. Changing into her night clothes, she crawled into bed, chiding herself for stuttering and stammering in his presence. She was just so flustered that he was that near. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep soon and dreamed of him, dancing with her, singing to her.