Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.
Okay, so I was thinking about my life and how confusing it is, and I thought it might make a good story. Then, I realized that my life is mind-numbingly dull, so I decided to give it Hermione and see how she does with it. I have always thought of myself as a Hermione-ish person, so it fits. The way I'm going to write her, she is me, Draco is the boy she REALLY likes, but shouldn't, and Ron plays the part of the sweetheart she should like, but doesn't. Enjoy.
Chapter One
Hermione was so excited. This year Hogwarts was offering a muggle band class, of all things, and she couldn't wait to join. In her muggle school she had always played the flute, and she was curious as to how many other students played musical instruments. The new teacher was supposed to be a Professor Mozart, an actual descendant of THE Mozart.
Hermione opened the door and faced a rather unpleasant surprise. Malfoy, the bane of her existence, was setting up chairs in the room. 'What could he possibly be doing in here?' Hermione asked herself.
"You're in band, Malfoy?" Hermione asked as he turned around and saw her.
"Yes. We Malfoy's have always been musically inclined. Father wasn't pleased when I decided to take up drums, but he saw reason in the end. Mother always did find drummers dishy."
Hermione could see where Mrs. Malfoy could that. She herself had a bit of a soft spot for drummers, and even as she was talking to Malfoy she was starting to see him in a different light.
"Granger!"
Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts by Malfoy's irritated voice.
"Are you listening? I asked you what instrument you play."
"Oh. Uh, flute. I play the flute."
"The flute? I wouldn't have guessed. I've always found flutists to be pretentious and competitive. Actually, now that I think about it, you're perfect for the flute."
"You know, Malfoy, you're just a stereotypical drummer too. You act like you don't care about anything, but you really do put a lot of work in. How could I have missed it before?"
Malfoy smiled at her. "You probably just figured I wouldn't be caught dead with a muggle instrument. Most of the kids here just think I'm a death eater in training, that I have no other interests. I'm a very complex individual."
Hermione smiled back. She was starting to see that. She looked around and noticed that there were a lot more students in the class than she thought there would be. There was a Ravenclaw with a clarinet and another with a trumpet, a few Hufflepuffs with trombones, a few other drummers and flutists and even a few tenor and alto saxophones. All in all, there were about sixty students, and the only person she had ever met before was Malfoy.
"I guess in this class the two of us will have to hand out; I don't know anyone else in here."
"Alright, I guess that won't be so bad."
"Settle down class. I want to get started."
Malfoy gestured to a chair on his right and Hermione sat down. Nobody had to sit with their sections because it was only the first day.
"Thank you. My name is Professor Mozart," he started before being interrupted by one of the trombone players.
"Are you really related to Mozart?"
Professor Mozart chuckled. "No, I'm not, at least not that I know of. Please just call me 'Sir' or Professor M. Now this class will work with music theory and performance. We will have four concerts a year for the school and your parents, if they want to come. In the next few weeks we'll be ordering concert attire, nice dress robes for the girls and tuxes for the boys. We'll take a trip to Hogsmeade and them custom made for you. You will be graded by your attendance to several events, including the concerts, but also Quidditch games, which the headmaster has requested we perform at, and attendance and performance in class. Are there any questions so far?"
No one made a sound.
"Good. Now, I expect the very best from my students. There will be no cheating, in here or any other class. If I hear about any of you cheating, I'll kick you out of the class and you won't be back. Remember, integrity is who you are when no one is looking, and integrity is very important. Rehearsals will be held during school hours whenever your schedules allow, but before school when you don't have a regular class and in the afternoon on Saturdays. Can everyone live with that?"
Again, no one spoke. Everybody could tell that this man took band seriously and if you didn't, you weren't welcome in his class.
"As a start of term treat, I've spoken to an old wizard from India about coming to perform for the class. How many of you are interested in hearing him play?"
More than half the class raised their hands.
"Alright. He'll come in about three weeks. Anyone interested in hearing him play will need to pay 5 galleons before then."
Just then the bell rang signaling the end of class. As they were leaving, the kids heard Professor M call after them "Bring your instruments tomorrow!"
So, here's the first chapter. It's mostly set up, not much of my own life in there yet, but there will be soon.
