This is my very first fanfic so it's a really short one. Before reading, take a deep breath and visualize Harry and Hermione together...dancing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the story.

Thanks so much to my friends who've taught how to love dancing even though I'm not good at it!

Without further ado...


Chapter 1: The Announcement

Harry found the opening feast extremely boring. So boring, in fact, that he had memorized the series of events.

That's one side of him. He easily gets bored in things he isn't interested in or gotten too fond of. But one thing he'll never get tired of? Dancing. According to what his godfather Sirius said to him once, Harry looked like he was "born along with a cassette player." Harry had taken on every dance, secretly buying CD's and hiding them away from the Dursley's . Then, when they went away without him, he played them on Dudley's player. When the melody would start, his body would move freely, as if he were in a dream. He could time and dance to anything especially jazz, hip-hop and street. But no one would make him dance ballet. Harry, like any boy his age, has come to terms that ballet was strictly for girls only.

While on the other hand, anyone who would look at Hermione would think that she's listening. Actually, her ears are. They would capture the words in her brain for later use and would allow the rest of her imagination to wallow in her fantasies such as books (of course) and one thing no one else but her family knows, ballet.

Being very health conscious, Mr. and Mrs. Granger thought that ballet would be good for Hermione, having learned that it helps make the muscles more flexible. So, when she turned three, she was introduced to the dance. Her mentor, Madame Pauline had been her teacher until she was seven, the age that she stopped taking regular classes because signs of her magical capabilities showed up. They had grown very close to each other, and they were both heartbroken when the Grangers said that she had to stop. It was only on the summer after her first year at Hogwarts that she'd been allowed to take classes again. Madame Pauline had described her as a natural in ballet and had even taken her and her family for a holiday in France to watch the performances of the Nutcracker and Swan Lake. No one knows that Hermione always had her special pair of silver ballet shoes in her trunk.

The Sorting was now over so Dumbledore stood up for a few announcements.

"Well," he began "I've a few announcements before you enjoy the awaited feast.

"To all first years, no one is allowed in the Forbidden Forest. I hope a few of our older students understand as well.

"Mr. Filch has kindly posted on his office door the list of banned items. He has also asked me to tell you that no magic is to be done in the halls.

"Oh, and before I forget, Hogwarts will be holding auditions for eliminations for Wand Dance. This year, the host country is Italy" excited whispers aroused. Dumbledore put his hand up and continued. "Auditions will begin on the 30th of September to the 28th of October. Final eliminations will be on the fifth of November and we'll determine who'll be going to Italy on the third of December, the contest proper.

"Anyone can enter as solo, duo or group. Professor Flitwick has the application forms. The committee also encourages Muggle entries.

"Well, I've taken too much time already. Tuck in." and the golden plates filled with scrumptious food.

"Ron, what's Wand Dance?" Harry asked while eating. Hermione seemed interested as well.

"The Wand Dance is the inter-school international dance competition." Ron answered "It happens every 30 years and this one's the first time they allowed Muggle dances. Mum told me that she tried to enter in her time, but my Aunt Rhonda was the one chosen. They were the only Weasleys who've joined."

"No, they certainly aren't," Ginny interjected.

"What do you mean?" Ron said, you mean Mum's told you something she hasn't told me? Or . . . NO WAY!!"

"Yes, my dear brother," Ginny said sarcastically "I'm entering."

"You?" Ron said, his eyes popping. And he doubled over the bench laughing while the girls nearest him stared incredulously.

"Wait, we're getting too far off," said Hermione "Why is it called Wand Dance?"

"A wizard's dance won't be considered graceful unless the spells he's doing are following his movements. That's what I've been practicing for a long time. Well, besides Quidditch." said Ginny.

"What?" Hermione said. "You don't have dances like ballet? Or figure skating?"

"Or even hip-hop and street?" Harry added.

"What're those, distant planets?" Ginny said with a laugh before taking some pumpkin juice. Ron finally stopped laughing.

"Trust me mate, no Muggle dance will win this thing." he said.

But he was about to be proven wrong.


This story moves a few years in the future. They're in fifth year in 2005.

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