Warning: Recursive Canon-thing. Don't worry about it. Or at least don't think about it.

Written for The OTP AU! Competition 2

Round One: Street Performer!AU

Words: 736

As I walk down the stairs into the subway, with my guitar strung to my back, I hear a sound that I should not. It's someone singing on my turf.

"You're tall and fun and pretty

You're really, really skinny, Ginny"

Really. Some guy comes, onto my turf, and starts singing a joke song. Probably some twenty-something pretty boy douchebag who wants to "find himself" or some bullshit like that.

"I'm the Mickey to your Minnie

You're the Tigger to my Winnie, Ginny"

As I turn the corner and finish my decline down the stairs I see that my assumption of a pretty boy douchebag appears to be correct. He's got long-ish crazy looking black hair and green eyes, which are very pretty I'll admit. And he's got a sign that says "Hello, my name is Harry Potter. Please help."

"I'm gonna take you to the city,

Gonna take you out to dinny, Ginny"

As I make my way up to him, there is a surprising amount of people standing around and watching, and more importantly, putting money into his open guitar case.

"You're cuter than a Guinea pig,

I'm gonna take you up to Winnipeg

That's in Canada"

There's a chorus of laughter at the "joke" like he has them all under a spell.

"Thank you all, but that's every song I know." He says, and I almost believe him. Because he's a douchebag. Not because he's really handsome and has eyes that you can stare into eternally. No, it's because I honestly believe he only knows one song.

"Aww" says seemingly everyone at once.

"Thank you, I'll be here all week, and try the Veal." Another wave of laughter passes through the crowd.

As the crowd disperses, I stay where I am, not moving any closer, but not backing away.

"So, you like A Very Potter Musical, then?" I ask, attempting a snark, as he continues to lean over his guitar case to collect the cash and loose change. Damn. Way more than any one song I've ever played.

"Well when your parents named you Harry Potter" he said without looking up at me, "you have two options, accept and move on or hatred. I've chosen to move on."

"I'm Harry Potter, by the way" he says, standing up suddenly and turning towards me.

"Yes, I saw the sign." I say dismissively.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, seemingly earnestly.

"What am I doing here? This is my turf, my spot even. I've been playing here for over a year. What right do you have to come here, and take my spot? I think the correct question is what are you doing here? " The anger in my voice is slightly shaky as his admittedly beautiful eyes were staring straight into mine.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to say this before, but I'm a big fan of yours."

"WHAT?" I accidentally yell.

"I really like your music," He says, cringing after my exclamation. "I wanted to get your attention, so I decided to play here."

"Oh," I say, slightly less angry now. "You could have just like-talked to me, or something."

"Well I also wanted to demonstrate my singing ability, and I couldn't be sure you'd even hear me out if I just walked up to you."

"Why did you want me to hear you play?" I say inquisitively.

"Because I have a proposal for you. I think we should play together and split the profits."

"Hmm…" I'm not sure. I mean he made a lot of money today, but I don't even know him or anything.

"We can start now." He said enthusiastically, offering me half the cash in his hands.

"Hmm" I say again, this time the mental equation having changed. That cash alone was enough to cover my part of the rent this month. "Okay. I'll try out a partnership. At least temporarily."

"Good. I think that this might be the start of a beautiful relationship." He says looking into my eyes, a glint of tease and playfulness within.

"Now that were business partners, I feel comfortable saying this. You're a jackass." I mean it a lot less than I would have five minutes earlier.

"I get that a lot." He says, and again I believe him.

"Well, at least I'm not the first."

"And probably not the last." He says it, and I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

Cho Chang/Ginny belongs to Darren Criss and Star Kid Potter