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Prologue:
She tried out because she was tired of being known as a bookish, boring know it all. She got in because, unbeknownst to everyone, she was a very good contemporary dancer. He tried out because he caught dance steps better than he did the snitch. He got in because he was a Malfoy.
"So You Think You Can Dance!" the flyer had read.
"Calling for all young dancers, wizards and witches alike, from all dance styles. If you are aged 15-21 and you think you can dance, audition now! You will stand a chance to win a grand prize 300,000 Galleons and a huge dance opportunity, which for now, will remain a secret. It will be a month long competition taking place in summer and will be broadcasted live on national television. "
Hermione Jean Granger stared at her application form, her quill poised and ready in her hand. She had just graduated Hogwarts the previous month, valedictorian and she had held the position of Head Girl. Her N.E. were all Os, she had expected no less and was bound to start her training as a Healer in 4 months time. She remembered that fateful night at the Burrow when Ginny gave her the flyer.
"You always said you could dance!" she exclaimed excitedly, "We could try out together!"
"Yeah that'd be a right laugh!" snorted Ron Weasely.
"Well, for your information Ron, I do dance! I used to do ballet as a kid and then contemporary dance as I got older," Hermione replied with a sniff. Ron had never really taken her seriously, except when it came to schoolwork. It was one of the reasons why things had not worked out between them.
"You won't do it." asserted Ron confidently. "Remember when Harry and I asked you to join us in flying to Bulgaria for Quidditch camp? I'd rather not do that when i could be studying for my Healer training" He mimicked. "I don't think you'd join a two month dance competition when you could be studying! You'd take books to fun any day," he teased.
Hermione huffed. "Well, that was Quidditch! Did it ever cross your mind that I have never played Quidditch in my life before? Anyway, I'll do it! I'll join and I'll get in and win that 300,000 Galleons! That'd show you! Anyway," she added thoughtfully " The money would be nice, to pay for my training and not rely on mum and dad."
Ron's eyes had bugged out at the mention of so much money. And Ginny had patted her on the back like the trooper she was, handed her the form and pushed her to the fireplace telling her to floo home. Which led her to where she was, sitting at her desk trying to fill up the form.
Why do want to join So You Think You Can Dance?
She thought for a moment. I want to do something new and uncharacteristic. I want to put myself out there and I want to experience this amazing opportunity.
What can you bring to the the competition in terms of talent?
My versatility. I can dance contemporary, ballet and salsa, she wrote.
Why should we choose you?
Hermione filled in the last blank dutifully. I'm not afraid of hard work. I'm determined, I'm dedicated and I love dancing very much.
Draco Malfoy stared at his application form, his quill poised and ready in his hand. Unbeknownst to all, (and he hoped it stayed that way) in third year he lost a bet to Pansy Parkinson which meant he had to follow her to all her dance classes. He found that he caught dance steps better than he could ever could catch the snitch. And that he, Draco Malfoy, epitome of all things suave, macho and sexy, enjoyed it! So he continued the dance classes. Private dance classes, that is. Well, he had time to waste, a whole year before he would start working in the Ministry and he fancied the idea of himself playing the sensitive and seductive dancer on television. Might as well make use of the good looks and plentiful talent that the heavens had bestowed upon him. Besides, there would be tons of girls there. He didn't earn his reputation as the ladies man, the Slytherin Sex God back in his seventh year for nothing. He smirked, thinking of his lady fan club back at Hogwarts. And scowled, remembering how there was always one girl who failed to succumb to his charm.
"Mudblood Granger," he hissed distastefully. Granger and Weasel and The Boy Who Lived To Annoy Me. The Golden Trio, everyone called them. They overthrew Voldermort in their sixth year. Thank God he and his mother switched sides and gained Dumbledore's protection. He didn't just do it because he knew they were going to lose and his damned father got himself in Azkaban. Well, partly because of that but also because he realized The Dark Lord was a tyrant and twisted and pretty much insane. He saw how the rest of the Death Eaters were slowly driven to that same point of twisted lunacy of deriving pleasure from other's pain and despite what Potty and Weasel said, he never had really wanted that. Its just that old habits die hard. Pureblood pride and all that. He turned his attention back to the form.
Why do want to join So You Think You Can Dance? Draco thought for a moment and grinned.
Because dancer girls are hot, he scrawled in loopy, lazy handwriting.
What can you bring to the the competition in terms of talent?
He scoffed at the question. My undeniably good looks, he wrote.
Why should we choose you?
That was an easy one, Draco thought. He wrote slowly and deliberately.
I'm a Malfoy.