A/N: Okay, my last update for this story was over six months ago, and I apologize. It's taken me so long to update because the playlist I had on my iPod for all the songs and the order I wanted to have for this story got deleted and I was angry. But I remade it, and although it's not as good, it's something.
Disclaimer: I don't own the songs or the characters.
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Hogwarts had turned into the mopiest school on its side of the Atlantic. It was surprising how much a little bit of love could do to sadden a group of such normally vivacious young teens. Whoever had put this spell on the school was certainly getting their money's worth.
Harry was wandering through the halls between classes that Thursday. He was extremely glum and the most horrible feeling of sadness was slowly sweeping over him. It finally overcame him so much, he couldn't help but sing about it, of course. He knew it was his turn to let his feelings show when the piano chords were struck and entered his ears from some mysterious essence.
"Empty spaces fill me up with holes," he sang, making his way slowly through the crowded third floor hallway. Luckily for him, it was a very common thru-way for most of the students to take. "Distant faces with no place left to go. Without you, within me, I can find no rest. Where I'm going is anybody's guess."
Draco was just around the corner, and he could hear the piano over the loud chatter of the students. He couldn't, however, hear Harry singing, but the spell guided him to when he should begin singing. "I tried to go on like I never knew you. I'm awake, but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken, but without you all I'm going to be is incomplete."
With that, a loud chorus of violins echoed through the marble hallways. It was pretty intense. Everyone's heart rate went up.
The crowd was beginning to thin, and the two boys met in the middle, joined by Ron and Blaise, who were ready for the backup vocals.
"Voices tell me I should carry on," Harry sang. "But I am swimming in an ocean all alone." They started walking dramatically down the corridor.
"Baby…" the four sang.
"My baby…" sang Harry. "It's written on your face: you still wonder if we made a big mistake."
"I tried to go on like I never knew you," sang Draco with Ron and Blaise belting it out in the background. "I'm awake but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken but without you all I'm going to be is incomplete!"
"I don't mean to drag it on," screeched Harry beautifully. He needed to stop to sing this part so he could bend over dramatically as though he was in so much pain. But he was. "But I can't seem to let you go. I don't want to make you face this world alone!"
"…I want to let you go…" sang Ron and Blaise.
"Alo-o-o—o-one!"
"I tried to go on like I never knew you. I'm awake but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken, but without you all I'm going to be is…"
Of course the girls had to pass this common hallway on the way to their own classes, and they'd heard this Grammy-worthy performance from a few hallways away, even.
"Incomplete," Draco stated. "Incomple-ete…"
The piano slowly came to a conclusion and the song ended. The girls simply turned on their heels and were on their way. One with a keen eye, however, would have been able to see that moment of slight hesitation before their exit.
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Hermione lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was incredibly confused. She'd heard the boys' performance in that third floor corridor and didn't know what to think of it. Was the song really expressing their true feelings? Were they making themselves think those things but they really didn't? Did they break out in song just so they could have the girls back only to break their hearts once more after they got bored? She had never been this confused in her life, and you know that when Hermione is confused, there's something wrong with the world.
She was the only girl in her dormitory; everyone else was in the library or the common room. She took a stroll across the room and gazed out the window. It was a cloudy, starless night. She opened the window slightly to let the frigid air seep through. She sighed and something in the grass below, near the lake, caught her eye. It was a boy with white-blonde hair taking a brisk walk in the midnight air. Of course it was Draco. Her Draco. She darted over to her things and grabbed a cloak before dashing out of the room and downstairs. She ignored people who spoke to her as she passed by and hopped through the portrait hole. She made her way silently through the black halls and finally out into the night.
Draco was expecting her; he spun in her direction as she descended the stairs. He walked forward a few feet, but didn't speak. She looked at him and then the music started.
"Let's go back," she sang, "Back to the beginning. Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars, all aligned. Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect. Trying to fit a square into a circle was a lie. I defy." She spread her arms out and looked at the sky. "Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. Let it wash away my sanity. Cause I want to feel the thunder I want to scream. Let the rain fall down; I'm coming clean. I'm coming clean."
She walked down the rest of the steps as the music continued and started very slowly across the grass. "I'm shedding, shedding every color. Trying to find a pigment of truth beneath my skin. Oooh. Cause different doesn't feel so different. Going out is better than always staying in. Feel the wind! Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. Let it wash away my sanity. Cause I want to feel the thunder, I want to scream. Let the rain fall down I'm coming clean. I'm coming clean."
The music continued heavily and there were some backup vocals singing, "Rain fall down…" Hermione took a quick glance over her shoulder to see who was taking away from her and Draco's moment by singing along. It was a group of random girls whose grade she wasn't even sure of. They were probably creeping around the halls looking for a place to smoke, or something, and they happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"I'm coming clean…" she sang. She finally stopped in front of Draco. She stood right in front of him and her voice suddenly became more echoey and flowy. "Let the rain fall. Let the rain fall, I'm coming." Suddenly it actually started to rain. It started pouring, in fact. It was the dead of winter and it was raining instead of snowing just for Hermione's song.
Sure.
"Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. Let it wash away my sanity. Cause I want to feel the thunder I want to scream. Let the rain fall down, I'm coming clean." The backup girls who were shivering in the doorway of the school continued singing the chorus as Hermione sang her own thing.
"Oh! I'm coming clean! Oh! I'm coming clean! Let the rain fall. Let the rain fall. Let the rain fall." She tilted her head symbolically to the sky as the pouring rain spilled down on her. How metaphorical. She calmed down and stepped toward Draco so their bodies were actually touching. "Mmm, oh. Let's go back. Back to the beginning."
The girls sighed from their spot in the doorway. It was so romantic.
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Those backup girls were, of course, intense gossips, so the word of Hermione and Draco's reunion was all across the school before the sun had risen. Rose? Rised? Hmm. Anyway, everyone knew about it, including those other three split couples.
Blaise heard before he even went to bed the night before, so that morning he got straight up and went to find Pansy. He went straight up to her dormitory—in Slytherin, boys are allowed to go up to the girls' dorms—and found her sleeping. Well, it was only 6:00.
"Pansy," he whispered, jabbing her in the shoulder.
She shot up and gasped. "What?" She looked at him and fell back onto her pillows. "Go away."
"No. Can I please talk to you?"
"Go away. What time is it?"
"Did you hear about Draco and Hermione?"
She rolled over and looked at him. "Of course. I'm Pansy Parkinson, you tool."
He chuckled rather forcedly. "Well… It inspired me. I'm really sorry about what I did, Pansy. I should never have treated you how I did."
She rolled back over to face the other direction. "I'm glad you learned your lesson. Now let me sleep." She put a pillow over her head.
He gently pulled it off. "Please, Pansy. Just give me one more chance."
She turned to face him and stared into his deep, dark eyes. He really was gorgeous. And he apologized. So… "Fine."
He grinned. "Yes!" He gave her a big hug and didn't kiss her because it was the morning.
"Will you two get a room?" shouted a muffled voice.
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Ron had indeed heard about Draco and Hermione and Ron was not happy. He shoveled his cereal angrily into his mouth that morning. He guzzled his pumpkin juice grouchily and let it drip down his chin irately. He pushed his chair out from under the table heatedly and stomped off to his first class furiously. He sat down in his seat incensedly and tossed his hand into the air to answer a question infuriatedly.
In short; Ron was mad.
He voiced his concerns to Harry, Dean, and Seamus during lunch.
"Guys, I'm pissed," he stated, clenching his fist around his spork.
"Why, Ron?" questioned Seamus.
"Because Draco has gone and manipulated Hermione again. He's only going to break her heart one more time."
"Actually, Ron, I think she was the one who broke his heart. If you listened to his song lyrics," said Harry intellectually.
"Bollocks. He's a little ferret, and we all know it."
"Perhaps, but maybe we should give the guy a chance. I think he really likes Hermione," Harry continued.
"Well you just wait. I'm going to end up singing a song about all this and you're going to have to be my backup vocals. Then we'll see who agrees with whom."
Dean shrugged. "Probably."
"I didn't know you had such strong feelings for Hermione, anyway, Ron," said Seamus.
"God. Haven't you read the books?"
Sure enough that moment did come. It came that afternoon. The Slytherins and Gryffindors had long ago signed a Quidditch peace treaty that allowed the two teams to practice on different sides of the pitch at the same time. Ron was getting infuriated, watching Draco's little blonde head bob around like a stupid bobble-head doll. Those things sucked. So Ron's toe accidentally slipped over the line that divided the court in half.
"I'll pretend I didn't see that," Draco joked, smiling broadly.
Ron just wanted to hit him. Instead he started to sing. "You're gonna lose that girl."
Dean and Seamus were watching from the stands and felt compelled to come down to the grass. They soon realized it was so they could, indeed, sing backup vocals. Harry joined in, as well. "Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl."
"You're gonna lose that girl."
"Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl!"
"If you don't take her out tonight she's gonna change her mind."
"She's gonna change her mind!"
"And I will take her out tonight and I will treat her kind."
"I'm gonna treat her kind!"
"You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl). You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl!). If you don't treat her right, my friend, you're gonna find her gone."
The other three boys popped out from behind Ron. "You're gonna find her gone!"
"Cause I will treat her right, and then you'll be the lonely one."
"You're not the only one!"
"You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl). You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl!). You're gonna lo-o-o-se (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl!). I'll make a point of taking her away from you."
"Watch what you do!"
"Yeah. The way you treat her, what else can I do?"
There was some fun guitar for a moment and Ron stood there angrily—duh, what else?—and Harry, Seamus, and Dean did a sort of jig-like thing in the background for a bit.
"You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl). You're gonna lose that girl (lose that girl!). You're gonna lo-o-o-se (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl!). I'll make a point of taking her away from you."
"Watch what you do!"
"Yeah. The way you treat her, what else can I do?"
"If you don't take her out tonight she's gonna change her mind."
"She's gonna change her mind!"
"And I will take her out tonight and I will treat her kind."
"I'm gonna treat her kind!"
"You're gonna lose that girl."
"Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl."
Ron took a step forward with every line he sang. "You're gonna lose that girl."
"Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl."
"You're gonna lo-o-o-se…"
"You're gonna looose thaat giirl!" Harry, Dean, and Seamus finished.
"What was that about?" Draco questioned.
"Just you wait, you little punk!" Ron spat, pointing his finger in Draco's face.
Draco didn't feel like playing Mr. Nice Guy anymore. "Oh, I'm shaking. You're just a little girl!"
Ouch.
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A/N: Remember that this whole story is a joke and a parody. Especially during "dramatic" parts and when I use words that don't actually exist. Also, I think some of the Hilary Duff lyrics might have been wrong, but I just put in what I thought made the most sense because I like my version better than the websites I looked at. Anyway, please review! Thanks.