Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs mentioned in this story, nor do I own Harry Potter or any of its characters.

Cursed to Dance

By ConstantineRocks

This entire story is in Hermione's Point of View.

Chapter 1

Some people call it a lifelong grudge. Others call it hatred for eternity. And some strange few people say I'm out to get them. I'm sure the point is clear, though. Draco Malfoy and I despise each other, and will never ever stop.

"Hey, Granger!" Draco called. I knew he was going to taunt me again, so I ignored him. As much as I wanted to launch out at him and curse, I didn't want detention. "What's that you're wearing? Did they make it in a Muggle shop? I'm surprised even a Muggle could make something as filthy as that necklace."

I was mad by now. Clutching my silver and gold cross, I said, "Yes, I got it from my parents. You know, the Muggles. I doubt even your father has enough talent to put a charm with a hole the size of Jupiter onto a tiny thread."

"Don't you dare insult my father!" Draco hollered angrily. He raised his wand.

Damn it…don't curse-

"Sustantivo masculin!" Draco belted, pointing his stick directly at me.

Nothing happened, exept a flash of pink light.

"I don't feel anything," I grinned. "Nice try, Malfoy!"

To my dismay, Malfoy was smirking. "Oh, you'll feel it all right," he told me, walking away and laughing his head off.

Later that day, I met Harry and Ron in the Great Hall and was telling them the story. "So Malfoy cursed me but nothing happened…"

"That's weird," Harry replied. "So there was pink light and nothing else? If there was light, something must have happened."

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "I could send an owl to Dad if you want…"

I shook my head. "No thanks. I think I'll find out soon enough."

I was right. I did find out exactly what had happened to me later that night.

Harry, Ron, Ginny and I were finishing up homework in the common room and were making slight conversation.

"Could you believe Snape today?" I asked. "What kind of hairstyle do they call that, Grease Lightning?"

Suddenly, without will, I stood up.

"Hermione, what are you…" Ginny began, but my body was moving without will.

I wasn't just moving. I was struck into a fifties' dance and song.

Clapping my hands repetitively and pointing my finger at everyone, I sang, "You are supreme…" I shook my hips side to side. "The chicks'll cream…for Grease Lightning!" Once my song finished, and I had stopped dancing, Ginny, Ron, and Harry were silent.

"What the fu…" Ginny started to say, but Ron covered her mouth.

"Mione, really…shut up," said Harry. "You're scaring me."

Indeed I was. Harry was curled in a ball on the floor and sucking his thumb like he was a five year old watching an old horror movie. He was shivering like he had never seen someone dance before.

I didn't have time to apologize. "Shut up, shut up! Just shut up, shut up!" I belted, doing some crazy hip hop number.

Ron, Ginny, and Harry glanced at each other. "I think this is how she got cursed."

Ginny, too shocked to giggle, nodded her head and said, "Yep."

After my dance number stopped, I looked at them. "Oh. My. God," I exclaimed. "He is so going to get it!"

"Yeah, he better," Ron replied. "That was…scary."

"Thank you," I replied sarcastically. "So I guess if someone says the name of a song I know, I start singing and dancing. And I can't sing. But somehow I can dance now."

Harry glanced at me. "Well you can sing fine, it's just…weird and out of the blue."

Ron and Ginny nodded.

"How am I ever going to find an antidote?" I wondered aloud. "Cause I think Malfoy made up that curse…"

Ginny sighed. "Well, we better find an antidote soon. And I don't think we should tell Madam Pomfrey about this."

"Why not?" asked Harry.

"Because I don't want the media to put her in trouble! Cause they'll think you've meddled with her mind our something, Harry!"

Harry glared at her. "Thanks for that, Ginny."

"You're welcome."

I knew I was screwed. And Malfoy knew exactly what he had done.