Jackie:  You can take the girl outta Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville outta the girl!

            Agent Blorange:  Or Rent, for that matter.  Oh God, someone stop her!

            Draco-muse:  Too late!  Her first Rent/Harry Potter songfic!

            Jackie:  I'm thinking that this is going to be one in a series.  I've got so many ideas running around in my head for these, and Rent has such potential!

            Draco-muse:  Aren't you forgetting something?

            Jackie:  Oh yeah.  I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.  And Lord knows I'm not Jonathan Larson, may he rest in peace, the man was a genius.  Nope, I'm just borrowing their ideas for a while, but I don't take credit for the originals!

            Draco-muse:  This first installment is from "Take Me or Leave Me" from Act 2, Maureen's part.  It's a D/Hr. Joanne's part may come later.  Anyways, enjoy!

            Agent Blorange:  *Stuffing cotton balls in his ears* Anyone got any arsenic?

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Hermione should have been used to the catcalls by now.  It seems like every time she walked out in the hallway to meet her boyfriend, someone was whistling or making suggestive comments in their general direction.  Oh, he didn't mind them, but they got on her nerves.  Couldn't people see that they were an item?

            Of course, she probably would have been much more accepting had they been aimed at her and not her boyfriend.

            But, what can you expect when you're dating Draco "sex god" Malfoy?

            Yes, it's true.  Since fifth year, when Draco's maturity level rose about 8 years in 3 months, he and Hermione had been an item.  It didn't hurt that his father had been sent to Azkaban and the Imperious Curse Draco had been under for his entire life had been lifted.  But, that's another story.  To make it short, he became less of an ass and apologized to, made friends with, flirted shamelessly with, and gotten with, the now Head Girl Hermione Granger.  He admired her sensible mannerism and enjoyed evoking her wild side every now and then.  She saw in him a great mind and a wonderful sense of humor.  But, of course, the other students saw other things.

            As they walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall, they started already.  Pansy Parkinson, who hadn't quite gotten the point that Draco was taken, started by walking up behind him, blatantly ignoring his hand in Hermione's, and slapped his ass.  "Hey Draco baby, didja miss me?"

            "Nope, you weren't gone long enough.  So why don't you go away some more and try again later?"

            As dense as she was, Pansy smiled and went away, winking as she turned.  Draco shook his head, but Hermione noticed the slight smile on his face.

            "Hey, hey, Malfoy, Quidditch did that body good!"

            Hermione slapped her forehead in frustration, and to keep her hands occupied with something other than strangling Seamus Finnigan.  Draco simply made a rude gesture over his shoulder and kept walking, putting a strong arm around his extremely perturbed girlfriend.  It would have made Hermione feel better, except for the fact that he was grinning vainly the whole time.

Every single day

I walk down the street

I hear people sayin'

"Baby, So sweet"

Ever since puberty

Everybody stares at me

Boys, girls; I can't help it

Baby

So be kind

And don't lose your mind

Just remember

That I'm your baby

            "Draco, we need to talk."

            Sitting in the Head Boy/Head Girl common room, Draco glanced up from his essay and straight into the eyes of his less-than-happy girlfriend.  "Sure Mione," he said tentatively, "about what?"  Hermione sat down on the ground in front of him.  "About the vultures."

            Draco raised an eyebrow, confused.  "Vultures?  Where?"

            Hermione smirked.  "The ones that seem to follow you around and can't keep their mouths shut or their hands to themselves."

            Draco shut his eyes and shook his head.  "Oh, them.  What am I supposed to do about it, though?  I'm not exactly asking them to do it."

            Hermione's smile faded.  "I know.  But you don't have to look so damn happy every time it happens."

Take me for what I am

Who I was meant to be

And if you give a damn

Take me baby, or leave me.

            Draco set his quill down and stared at her.  "What do you mean?  I'm not supposed to accept a compliment?  Look, it's as annoying to me as it is to you, but I believe I have a reason to be flattered."

Take me baby, or leave me.

            Hermione coughed, never blinking, never looking away.  "If you need flattery from people like Pansy and Seamus, maybe I'm not doing my job correctly.  I mean, what's the use of a girlfriend if you need a pair of sluts like them to make you feel good about yourself?"  She started to get up, but Draco reached out and took her hand, holding her down.  "Mione, babe, you know I didn't mean it like that.  It's just…it's who I am.  Besides, if I wanted someone like Pansy or, Merlin forbid, Seamus, why would I choose you?  Because, I don't.  I want someone who I can talk to.  I want someone who knows what her priorities are.  I want someone I can live with, not someone to show off.  But, a little bit of both doesn't hurt, you know?" he recovered, noticing the anger that flashed across her face.  Hermione's features softened a bit as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

A tiger in a cage

Can never see the sun

This diva needs "his" stage

Baby, let's have fun!

You are the one I choose

Folks would kill to fill your shoes

You will love the limelight too now,

Baby

So be mine, or don't waste my time

Cryin', "Oh honey bear, are you still

My…my…my baby?"

            Draco slid over and wrapped his arms around Hermione, who leaned gently back into his lap.  "You have nothing to worry about, Hermione," he whispered in her ear, lips gently grazing the side of her neck.  "I chose you, and there was a reason.  Maybe other people don't understand that, but hopefully you can."

Take me for what I am

Who I was meant to be

And if you give a damn

Take me baby, or leave me.

            Hermione closed her eyes as Draco began kissing slowly down her neck towards her shoulders.  "Still," she said, trying to retain her composure, "Maybe you could talk to them?  Tell them that their attention is not as appreciated as they think?"  Draco's hands slid from her shoulders down to her waist.  "Alright.  But don't blame me when they start trying to hex you to oblivion.  It's not easy to ignore the Malfoy charm."  He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, evoking a laugh from Hermione, who leaned in and gave him a soft kiss.  "I know, baby.  Sometimes I wish that you weren't so damn hot.  But I love you anyway."

No way

Can I be what I'm not

But hey

Don't you want your "boy" hot?

Don't fight

Don't lose your head

            Draco laughed quietly.  "What, would you rather me look like Potter, with those glasses and that mess of hair?  Speaking of hair, want me to look like Ron?  I can charm my hair red and draw on freckles.  Or maybe Snape?  I hear some of the girls think he's mmph!"

            Draco was cut off as Hermione's lips crashed into his just to shut him up.

'Cause every night

Who's in your bed?

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            Jackie:  Well, how'd I do?

            Draco-muse:  Golf claps!

            Agent Blorange:  *Half drunk on vodka and rat poison* Why won't it kill me?

            Jackie:  Okay, hope you liked it, I had fun writing it!

            Draco-muse:  Keep on the lookout for more of these!  Oh and please R&R.

            Jackie:  Reviews are food for the author's soul.  Flames are used to burn your house.  Please review, and stay tuned!