A/N- Okay, so we will be moving on from just watching YouTube today! I had to, however, include part 7 because it has one of my favorite lines in it. :)

Disclaimer- Okay, I have finally won ownership of Harry Potter as well as "A Very Potter Musical". I won the lottery and got my own laptop. Oh, and then I woke up. :D

No, I DO NOT own Harry Potter, A Very Potter Musical, hundreds of millions of dollars, or (sadly) my own laptop.

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Part seven started with Quirrell and Voldemort alking about going out to the Hog's Head for some fun.

Then it changed to screen Harry, Ron, and Hermione under the invisibility cloak, investigating. Screen Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle entered as well. Then Draco spoke. Tell me Goyle, who do you think is the ugliest girl in school? Goyle thought. Oh- Buckbeak, for sure. Then he asked Crabbe, who answered straight away. Winky the house elf. Draco walked across the stage. You know who I think is the ugliest girl in school? That Hermione Granger.

"Oh, do you now?" Hermione asked.

"No! What is with you girls, thinking that it's actually us talking up there?" Draco asked. Harry nodded in agreement.

Screen Draco kept talking. You know what I'd give her, on a scale of one to ten, one, one would be the ugliest, and ten would be quite pretty. I would give her… and eight… an eight-point-five… or a nine. But NOT, not over a nine-point-eight, because there is always room for improvement. Not everyone's perfect, like me, that's why I'm holding out for a ten- because I'm worth it. Then they left.

The others were laughing, all for various reasons.

"It's so obvious you like her, Draco." Blaise said.

"You are so not worth a ten." Harry laughed.

"I love your facial expression." Hermione said.

"Yeah, it's just- oh no." Ginny said. She stopped laughing.

"What?" Ron asked.

She pointed to the time. "It's eight- and if we're out of bed after eight-thirty, McGonagall will kill us. Remember the new rules ever since those first years set off a dung bomb in twenty different classrooms that one night?"

"Oh. that's right, curfew was cut short. And I didn't bring my cloak." Harry said. "We have to go. See you tomorrow at Muggle Studies."

"Okay- bye!" Hermione said, watching as her three friends left.

Blaise shrugged. "I don't give a damn about curfew, but I am not about to stay here with you two. Bye!" And with that, he left as well.

Hermione watched the portrait swing close, then snuggled up to Draco. "Do you really think I'm ugly?"

"No- I gave you a nine-point-eight, remember?" he smirked.

She smiled as well, then stood up. "Well, I don't believe you!" Then she walked away to her bedroom, swaying her hips slightly.

Draco just kept smirking, shaking his head.

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"And that will conclude our Muggle sports lesson!" Professor Merridew was at the front of the class, supporting a very broken-looking Neville, who had been hit one too many times by Crabbe's hockey stick. "You can all have a free period while I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing."

Immediately, the group of six who had met the night before rushed together in front of a class computer. Several students stared at the unlikely sextet. "Part eight?" Harry asked. The others nodded, but before he could even open up Safari, a high-pitched voice interrupted them.

"Draco? What are you doing here?" Six heads swung around. It was Pansy.

"Well," Draco started, in a tone one would use with a five-year-old, "Hermione is my girlfriend."

Pansy sniffed at this, and flipped her hair slightly. "I'm aware of that. But that's Potter. And Weasley."

"I don't see why you're complaining. If I recall correctly, you were the one snogging him at the winter dance."

Pansy's mouth opened slightly, then closed. She bit her lip, turned, and walked away.

"That was… weird." Harry said.

"Whatever- ignore her. Just put on the play." Hermione said. Harry had pressed play and the pictures started moving when the Muggle Studies door swung open again, and Professor Merridew walked in and stood in front of the class.

"Okay, so when I was walking back here, I had the best idea for a new-" she was interrupted by a chorus of laughter from the group in the corner, who hadn't heard her come back in. She gave them a curious look and walked up. "Hello."

The group jumped, and Harry quickly pressed pause. "Hello Professor."

"What're you watching here?" she asked, squeezing between Ron and Harry. "A… Very Potter Musical? What's that?"

"It's just… a play." Ginny said.

"Is it really? And you find it humorous?"

"Yeah…" Blaise said slowly, wondering where she was going with the question.

"Well, first FanFiction and now this! Mr Potter, can you email me the link to this play? I think it fits perfectly with my next lesson plan that I thought up. You see, I thought our class could do a Muggle play."

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"I don't get it! I do- not- get- it!" Draco said, punctuating each word with a punch at a couch pillow in the Head Dorm. "There is no way I am doing that play!"

"Draco," Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from another punch. "There's no saying we're going to do it."

"You heard Merridew. And once she has her mind set on something, she doesn't give up."

"Well…" Hermione giggled. "You already sang that song in front of half the school already, so what's the pain in doing it a second time?"

"Uh… I don't know? Besides the fact I act like I'm gay?" Draco said sarcastically.

"You are not- okay, fine," she agreed. "But you can just audition for a different part."

"And what- let someone play all of this?" he gestured at his face. "I think not."

"Then why are you complaining?" Hermione asked.

"I just am! I don't want to- mph!" He was cut off by Hermione stepping on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his. A moment later, she stepped back and smirked.

"Shut up."

Draco was about to lean down for another when the portrait swung open and a flustered looking Ginny rushed in. "Look at this!" she stuffed a piece of paper into Hermione's face.

"Wha- Ginny, what is this?" Hermione asked, uncrumpling it.

Ginny groaned. "Just read it."

SEVENTH YEAR PLAY ANNOUNCEMENT

Professor Merridew's seventh year class for Muggle Studies will be doing a performance of the YouTube hit, "A Very Potter Musical". All students will be part of the performance, and auditions will be held on Wednesday during class.

THERE ARE NO OBJECTIONS

Thank you,

Professor C. Merridew

"Oh, sh…"

"No no no!" Hermione cut Draco off. "I didn't think she was serious about the play!"

Ginny "Well you better believe it. Because we're performing it."

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A/N- Yeah, I know, it was really short. Sorry, but I needed it in here.

Just so you know, they won't be performing the exact Very Potter Musical. I have a different idea.

This fic isn't going to be very long either. Sorry! :)

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