I was made for loving you baby
Written by Matilda
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling, the author of the miracle Harry Potter.
Thanks to Adrielle for BETA.
Chapter 1. Melodies from nowhere
Hermione sat on her bed and slowly read the text to the song. She was dressed in blue pyjamas and the tip of her wand lit up the piece of paper she held in her left hand. Shehad written it down hastily that summer. Whenever her parents had sat in front of the TV Hermione also wanted to watch, and that was not a mistake. Moulin Rouge was the best movie Hermione ever had seen.
Lavender and Parvati were both asleep, and quietly Hermione rose and went down to the common room. She picked up a lonely feather quill from a table and started to sing in it.
"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that…"
"Hermione!"
She turned around and faced Ron, who stood at the last step on the stair to the boys' dormitories. His red hair looked a bit like Harry's hairstyle.
"Stop screaming before you wake the entire Gryffindor Tower, including McGonagall."
"I'm not screaming, I'm singing," Hermione said in a disappointed voice.
"Yeah, sure," Ron sighed. "Go to bed now and let us others sleep."
Hermione grimaced to Ron.
"I like you too," Ron said ironically. "Goodnight."
He turned around and went up to his bed. Hermione sighed and sank down in an armchair. The only thing that was in her head now was the movie. She really couldn't stop thinking about it. She wished that she could love someone and be loved in return. Just as them. She had never had a boyfriend, it was a bit unfair she thought, but she had never had time for a boyfriend. It was not too late yet, but as the eighteen year girl she was she felt a bit strange that she had never been loved. Well she'd been with Krum in her fourth year, and yes they had kissed, but she never had counted him as a boyfriend. Hermione watched the fire in the fireplace as it slowly began to die. How beautiful the fire was; she'd always like it. Guess why Floo powder was one of her favourite methods of transportation. And when there was no fire left Hermione fell into a deep sleep.
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
Severus Snape turned around another corner just to find that there were no students. In the last month he had become a bit paranoid. Or it wasn't really that, he rather hoped to find someone in the corridors that he could punish just to make his day a little better. What he wouldn't admit to himself even was that he didn't really care about punishing; what he really wanted was some company. He shivered as he thought about that, no, it wasn't company. He was just outside making sure every single student followed the rules. He felt tired, he usually didn't feel tired before one o' clock, but this night seemed to be an exception. Maybe the best thing was to go to bed, and when he realized he felt a bit dizzy he decided it was. As he laid down in bed, however, he heard an odd sound. What exactly was that? He strained his ears to hear a low melody playing. It sounded like a harp. The song followed Severus into his dream and fastened itself in his skin. What he didn't know was that the song would change his life. At least, it was one of the factors.
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The next morning Hermione was awoken by a yell. She rose up from the armchair and tried to locate the yell when she heard a laugh from her left side. She turned around and faced Ron.
"You little bastard!" she said and wrestled him down.
"Beat by a girl, Ronny?"
They both looked up and faced Ginny.
"And please don't lie in that position, it can be construed in a wrong way!" she continued. "Especially when neither of you is fully dressed."
Harry, who had just come down to the common room put his hands over his ears, pinched his eyes and told them all with a sickened look:
"I didn't hear that."
Hermione began to laugh, Harry was so sensitive for things like that. If he continued behaving like a three-year-old child he never would have any girlfriends.
"Come on boys," she said. "I'll go up and dress myself and then we'll go down, have breakfast, and after that a fantastic Potions lesson."
"Hermione, don't!" Harry said.
"Why didn't you quit Potions, Harry, like me?" asked Ron.
"Because he wants to be an Auror and he needs a NEWT in Potions to be that!" explained Hermione as though Ron was a very little child and Hermione was trying to teach him how to spell "monkey".
Ron sighed.
