Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the Harry Potter Series. The song below is by the band Nsync. Anything you recognize is not mine, I am not profiting from this, and this story is for entertainment purposes only.
Hermione was furious. She had to find a way to stop her anger before she broke down and killed someone. Right now killing someone sounded tempting, but she knew better. It started with one little murder and before you knew it, your soul would be in seven pieces, and you had an evil following. The wizarding world was still cleaning up from the last time someone decided to take their issues out on the world. She refused to participate in that kind of nonsense. So, she decided to blow off some of her frustration on the room of requirement. The DA's old room had enough space to blow off steam without hurting anyone.
Quickly Hermione made three passes down the corridor in front of a blank wall, focusing only on her desire to get rid of her anger. A door slowly formed in the wall and she reached for the handle. The door opened, but the room revealed was not the spell workshop that Dumbledore's Army had prepared in before the end of the war. Instead, she saw something that looked very similar to a concert stage. The far wall had huge screens that showed what was happening on the stage close up, like what she had seen at the one concert she had been too. What was happening on the stage? Hermione could not believe her eyes.
The view before her left her stunned, standing in the corridor, with the room's door wide open. Before her eyes was Draco Malfoy wearing his Slytherin robes, with a smirk on his face. While that was normal for him, what he was doing boggled the mind. On his count, music started playing and he began to dance. It was not something formal, that she supposed he might have learned in his aristocrat home, nor was it the wizarding rock that most people in the school preferred. Instead, the music that was blaring sounded like….Pop.
Draco then began to sing as he danced. "Impirio, sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about, what's the deal with these death eaters? And when are they gonna fade out? The thing you got to realize, what we doing is not a trend, we got the gift of superiority, we gonna bring it till the end." Hermione racked her brain as Draco continued performing. She knew this song, knew the tune if not the words, if only she could remember! "It doesn't matter, 'bout the mask I wear, or what I tattoo on my wrist. All that matters is that you recognize that it's just about respect." Draco continued and the part of her brain that was not stunned, and not trying to figure out exactly what he was singing, admitted that he was pretty good.
"It doesn't matter, about the robes I wear, and where I go and why. All that matters, Is that you bow down and we'll make you do it every time!" What he was saying was horrible, as if death eaters had started a boy band, but the way he said things made it sound self-depreciating then serious. It was as if he wanted to make fun of the entire Death Eater idea. She suddenly wanted to start laughing.
"Do you ever wonder why, my magic gets you high? It takes you on a ride, feel it when your body starts to rock, baby you can't stop, and your fear is all you got, come on now
this must be, Dark!" Finally, it seemed that her brain clicked and she remembered where she had heard this song before. It was a Muggle song by Nsync, he had just changed the lyrics a bit. Now she really wanted to laugh but managed to hold it in. She almost couldn't wait to hear what he said next. "Dirty blood, baby bet you can't stop, we'll get you, see the dark mark, this must be…" Really, it was a terrible song before his revision, but now it was even lamer. She knew he had to be just making fun of it all, because the idea of a real death eater prattling on in the form of a Muggle pop song was ludicrous. Her face hurt from grinning, she only refrained from laughing because his dance moves were getting more intricate.
"Now, why you wanna try, to classify the type of thing we do? 'Cause we're just fine doin what we like, can we say the same for you?" At this, he pointed to the empty space between him and her like there was a crowed there, but luckily didn't seem to see her. "Tired of feelin all around me animosity, just worry about yours, 'cause I'ma get mine. Now people can't you see…. This must be, Dark!"
His performance over, Draco straitened, and smoothed his hair back. He looked so smug, so proud of his silly song and dance that she broke out laughing. The look on his face, when he saw her and knew she had seen him acting like a fool, was priceless and bowed her over she was laughing so hard. Wiping away tears Hermione tried to gain control of herself and realized that for the last couple of minutes, she hadn't thought one wit about whatever it was that had pissed her off.