A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

This is a rockstar AU. Enjoy

Word count: 712

The bar was small. There were three chairs at the bar itself, one booth, and a handful of tables in front of the stage. Three of those chairs were occupied at the moment.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Remus asked, looking to his left.

"We need a new singer," Sirius argued. Peter nodded his head.

"But holding auditions? All we're going to hear is fifty bad covers of 'You Give Love a Bad Name', you realize that right?"

"So, we take the first person who doesn't sing that song," James said. "It's either this or disband the band. We can't continue without a singer. Why did Reggie leave again?"

"Because he's Regulus," Sirius muttered. "Let's get this disaster on the road," he added, motioning to the man on the stage.

Peter looked out at the nearly empty bar. He'd heard the Marauders needed a new singer. He'd seen them in concert a few times. He only hoped he was good enough. He squeaked slightly, wondering if he was going lose his voice before he was even called out onto the stage.

"Hey, I've heard that you picture the audience in their knickers it helps with nerves," a voice commented. Peter turned and nearly ran into a wall. The air filled with a girl's laughter, not mean laughter, but the kind that said she'd been there and done that before.

"I...I'm not nervous," Peter tried to explain. "It's just... these guys are my idols and what if they don't like me?"

"Why wouldn't they like you? You can sing, can't you?" she asked. Peter nodded, looking at her. The girl, well woman, was leaning against the back wall. Her curly dark hair puffed around her head. She reminded him a bit of a poodle his great-aunt had owned.

"You look like a poodle," he blurted out. She blinked a few times.

"Oh, yeah, it's a bit shorter than I would have liked," she replied, patting her hair a little.

"I, um, I like poodles," Peter stated. "What's your name? My great-aunt had a poodle named Fifi."

"Hermione, what about you?"

"Peter. Peter Pettigrew. Oh, they're starting to call people. What if I can't sing? Wait, what are you doing back here? You're a singer too?"

"Yes."

"And now I know I won't get it! You're perfect for the band, pretty and smart, and funny, and now I'm trying not to picture you in your knickers!" Peter exclaimed, bowing his head in embarrassment. Hermione sighed.

"Would it make you feel better if I sang with you? We could do a duet? Then they would see how well you can work with someone else. No one else here is doing a duet," she added, giving Peter a smile. He tried to brush is short hair back.

"Really? Why would you help me?"

"Because, you obvious have a huge hero worship going for the Marauders. I'm just here because I like to sing. You should be in the band, I could always do back up."

"Next," the man on stage called.

"Ready?" Hermione asked, taking Peter's hand.

"Um, wait, what are we singing?" he squeaked.

"How about You Give Love a Bad Name? Know that one?" she asked, giving him a toothy grin. He couldn't help but notice how her front teeth were larger than her others. She reminded him of a beaver, a poodle beaver.

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed, dragging Peter onto the stage and launching into the song. Soon his voice joined hers.

"I thought... see, I told you."

"You said fifty bad covers, this one is amazing. Look at them on stage. Look at that chemistry!"

"I think we're done with auditions?" James asked, watching as Hermione and Peter dominated the stage. Sirius and Remus nodded.

"Enough," Remus called to the duo. "Peter and Hermione, correct?"

"Yes," they answered together.

"We originally thought we only wanted one singer, but the way the two of you sing together, how would you both like to be Marauders?" Sirius asked. Peter and Hermione looked at each other.

"Yes!" they screamed as James, Sirius, and Remus joined them on stage.

"Welcome to the Marauders then. I now dub thee Wormtail and Kitten," Sirius said, pretending to knight the pair with James' guitar.