American Idol!
A/N: And here is where another fascinating story begins! Lots of singing and stuff, but singing either starts in chapter three, four or five. Actually, there is one song in this, but it is like three seconds long and they are just singing with the radio. And, it will be one or two songs a chapter- NO MORE. Otherwise each chapter will be a million pages long. Anyway…
Chapter One Part One At Hermione's"If you don't choose something soon, Dana, I'm seriously going to hurt you." Said Hermione Granger to her American friend, Dana Repenelli. Dana was flipping anxiously through several dresses, trying to pick one to buy. She had too much of a choice; pink or blue? Yellow or orange? Green or red? Even polka dot or striped.
"Hermione, it's Hawaii. Land of cute guys, tanning, and surfing. I need the perfect dress." She said with a small smile. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Just like you needed the perfect bikini, the perfect surfing outfit, and the perfect mini-skirt?" Hermione asked. Dana laughed and nodded. "Where did Claudia go, anyway?" She added looking around a little.
"I don't know. Did you check that vintage store over there? It had black clothes in it." Dana said, not looking up.
"I'll go look. She must be there- it's practically the only place with stuff for Goth's." Hermione said, and walked over to the Vintage shop called one word: "GOTHIC".
Ten years ago, Hermione had been at Hogwarts. She had never expected herself to be walking around an overly large mall with two new American friends. Dana was a girly-girl, Claudia Masterson was a Goth, and Hermione was right between them. It was weird of you saw them walking down the street together in a group; one in all of one color that wasn't brown or black, one who just looks normal, and one wearing all black and a black sun hat. Anyway, they had planned a trip for Hawaii that summer, with hopes to find Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who had seemed to disappear, since neither of them wrote anymore. Well, at least she new everything was okay with them- what could be? He-who-must-not-be-named was dead, anyway.
"Claudia?" Hermione called, walking into the Goth store. Everything was black and purple. No other colors. She saw Claudia a few steps away, and Hermione walked up to her.
"Hermione," She said slowly, turning toward her, "Do I have to wear a bikini while I'm there?" Hermione sighed.
"If you don't wear one at some point, you'll get very sweaty and gross. Remember, we're going to Hawaii." Hermione said.
"Goth's don't sweat, Hermione, we simmer." Claudia argued, but still grabbed the black bikini off the shelf. "I've already told you that."
"Yes, I know." Hermione said as she and Claudia walked up to the cashier. "Simmer; that's why you always smell during the summer?" Hermione laughed as Claudia glared at her.
"No, Hermione, what you smell is not me- because I simmer- but instead, it is YOU!" Claudia yelled with a smile.
"Oh, you did not just-" Hermione laughed.
"Oh, but I did." Claudia said. She grabbed the bag and ran out of the shop, Hermione on her tail, now destined to catch her. Claudia ran back to where Dana was, and almost ran into Dana who was finally purchasing a blue dress.
"Watch out, you two!" Dana Laughed as she stumbled when Hermione crashed into her. After another moment, they all started laughing because the male cashier- who was very cute- was staring at them. Dana gave him a wave, grabbed her bag, and the three of them walked out into the mall.
"We better get back and pack." Hermione said. The girls nodded and headed out to the parking lot.
They packed themselves quickly into Dana's PT Cruiser. It was a hot pink, and the only one they had had in stock when it was sold to her. Dana started the car and turned up the radio, and together they sang a bit of a song:
All:
Riding on a river of free way rights,
Goodbye city, I'm country bound,
'Till Monday rolls around!
Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet,
Where the grass, and the dirt, and the gravel all meet,
Going back to the rural, gonna visit old friends,
And feed my soul,
Where the blacktop ends…
"I wish I could sing." Hermione said. She thought she couldn't, even though she did.
"No contests for you then, eh, Hermione?" Dana asked. Hermione shook her head (ha, SURE she'd never be in a singing contest…).
They laughed and stopped singing as they drove, back to the apartment that they shared. Going. Going to pack for Hawaii. Dana was right though- it was the land of cute guys, tanning, and surfing.
Hermione couldn't wait.
Chapter One Part Two At Draco's"EITAN!" Draco Malfoy yelled down the hallway from his bedroom. "WHERE IS MY HAIR GEL?" Eitan Frey popped out from his own room, his black Mohawk freshly gelled.
"Um, I don't know?" He said, but it was more like a question. He was hiding something behind his back. Draco glared at his newfound friend. Eitan smiled and jumped back into his room, locking his door behind him. Draco ran out of his room, wearing only a bath towel, and slammed on Eitan's door.
"EITAN, GIVE IT BACK!" Draco yelled, pounding harder on the door. He took a few steps back and lunged at the door as Eitan opened it. Draco ran threw the doorway and hit Eitan's bed with a thud, then fell to a sitting position on the floor. He stood back up quickly, standing in front of Eitan. "Eitan, you know I look terrible without the gel!" Draco yelled, swiping the hair gel from Eitan's hand (Draco's hair looked as it did in his first year at Hogwarts).
"I know." Eitan said with a small smile.
"Erg, why can't you just get your own thing of gel?" Draco yelled at him, but slightly laughing, too.
"Can you all stop yelling?" Nicholas Checchi said, peering into the room. His sandy hair was in his face. You couldn't even see his eyebrows. Then again, you never could. "There are other people in this apartment, you know?" He said, smiling.
"Blah, blah, blah." Eitan said in a high-pitched mimicking voice. Nicholas rolled his eyes.
"First of all, I do not have a high-pitched voice." Nicholas said to them, matter-of-factly."Second of all, if you don't mind, I'm going to go and pack for our trip." He finished, and then turned away on his heel.
"I know what you're packing! Mostly bathing suits to impress the ladies! All because of Hawaii, I just know it!" Draco yelled, then walked out of Eitan's room and back into his own.
"Yea, and you DO have a high-pitched voice! Well, maybe not too high but-" Draco heard Eitan yelling across the large apartment.
"Oh, be quiet, for once!" Nicholas argued. Draco laughed a little.
Draco Malfoy had met two new British friends after 'dumping' Crabbe and Goyle. They had been getting too dumb. Draco though, had never expected to see himself with Eitan the Goth punk, and the too-preppy Nicholas. They made good cronies, though, because they were both more muscular and strong that Draco. That, and they were funny; much more so than Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle ever were.
"So," Draco mumbled to himself after applying his hair gel. He blinked at his empty pack, and then to his bursting drawer. "We need garments," and he walked over and grabbed some undergarments from his drawer and shoved them in his pack. "And… shirts." He said. He walked back to his drawer and pulled out several shirts, than shoved them also in his pack. "Pants…" He said, pulling out shorts. "Bathing suits." He said, smiling. He pulled out several pairs. Big, baggy blue swimming trunks, a bit tighter red ones, big purple-ish ones, or skintight, short green ones? He stuffed the red and the green in his pack, of course, because they were the most skintight.
"MAAAALLLLFOOOOY, YOU ARE TALKING TO YOURSEEEEELLLLFFFF AGAAAIIN!" He heard Nicholas yelled. Draco swore he was like Mad-Eye Moody and could hear across rooms. Draco shoved everything else he needed in his pack, before realizing he had something sticky all over his hands. He shoved a few things aside, and then picked up one of his undergarments. It was sticky and smelled like syrup. Only one person would play such a prank before their trip to Hawaii.
"NIIICCCHHHOOOOOLLLAAASS!" Draco yelled and walked out of his room and down the hall. He pounded on Nicholas's door. "NICHOLAS!" He yelled again.
"Aw, you found out about syrup, didn't you?" He heard Nicholas ask.
"YYEEESSS!" Draco screamed. There was silence.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU DESERVE IT!" He heard Nicholas laughing.
"No, I don't now, do I?" Draco yelled through the door.
"No, but who cares!" Nicholas laughed. Draco frowned and turned away. Then, Draco stomped all the way to the bathroom where he could wash out his syrup-cover undergarments.
Thanks to Nicholas, lord of all pranks.
But, nor Draco or Hermione knew that they were going to Hawaii the same time as the other. In fact, they probably didn't even remember each other...
A/N: Well, there is chapter one, tell me what you think. R&R!
By the way, tell me how you liked the syrup in the underpants thing, because that came straight from my mind (obviously).