Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry and Draco would be sitting here in my room having a very intriguing conversation with me.
A/N: Okay, so I wrote this story...about a year and a half ago and I published it on my old penname (which I will be deleting soon). So I went and read this and it's not too bad...give it a shot. Obviously not great, but neither is any of my other works! Please review! Thanks love.
Perfect Miss Granger
Chapter One
Miss Granger, please see my in my office as soon as you can.
Professor Dumbledore.
Hermione picked up the note lying on her pillow in her room. She had just finished dinner and was walking back to the Head Students common room. Walking back out of her room, she saw Draco Malfoy, the Head Boy, lying in the common room reading. He looked up when he heard her.
"Granger." he said, acknowledging her.
"Malfoy." she said and walked out. At the beginning of the year, her and Draco had agreed to be at least civil to each other since they were stuck in the same room all year. No more 'mudblood' or 'ferret'. They actually happen to be getting along quite well, for now.
Walking into Dumbledore's office, she saw the professor sitting at his desk waiting for her.
"Ah, Miss Granger." he said slowly. "Please, sit." He waved his hand in front of his desk and a chair magically appeared. "I have asked you here to discuss the newly annual Yule Ball. Now, a few certain students have…suggested that you sing at the Yule Ball at the end." Dumbledoor smiled at her, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. 'Of course.' Hermione thought. 'Ron and Harry told him.' Over the summer, Hermione's aunt had gotten married and she had invited her to friends to join her at the wedding. Little did she know that she would be pushed on the stage by her mother and forced to sing about ten songs in front of all the guests. She had always kept this little talent to herself, though.
"Well, don't we usually have a band playing? Or a DJ?" she asked.
"Well, yes Miss Granger, we have arranged for the band Pink'ish Hex to play a few songs and a DJ after that, but I would like it if you sang the last song of the evening. You are Head Girl and it would show that leadership and outgoing-ness I see in you."
"Well, I suppose Professor, if you insist."
"Thank you Miss Granger. You are excused." He smiled and nodded at her. She stood up and left his office. 'Oh God.' she thought. 'What am I going to sing?'