Private Quidditch Match
Hermione: I'm afraid it's ladies choice. (Harry does not get up, and Hermione puts on a sad face and whimpers) Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. *GRRRRR*! Madame Pooch: I see you've already met my English friend. Hermione: I'll take care of it Pooch. Let's dance!
(Hermione pulls Harry onto the dance floor)
(Rythym of the Night starts to play) Professors: That seemed to go well/ Incredible/ He has a gift with the women/ I told you, he's a Genius! Dumbledore: That Krum certainly can dance! Hermione: So wonderful of you to take an interest in our little team. Harry: Sounds very exciting, I'd be delighted to be involved. Hermione: Really? Harry: Assuming you like what I do of course. Hermione: I'm sure I will. harry: Madame Pooch thought we might be able to um... do it in private. Hermione: Did she? Harry: Yes, you know, a private... Quidditch match. Hermione: Oh... hmm... a Quidditch match? Oooh, I love a little quidditch after supper! Hermione: Hang on to your hats! Hermione sings: (being lifted from trapeeze) Diamonds... Diamonds... Diamonds are a girls best. *heavy, stuttering breathing*
(Hermione faints and falls from her trapeze. Ron catches her) Dumbledore: Nooooo! (pause) Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!
(Students start to chant "Hermione") ----------- Pansy Parkinson: Don't know if that Krum's gonna get his money's worth tonight. Witch: Don't be unkind Pansy. ----------- Dumbledore: You frightened her away. But I can see some lonely Hogwarts dancers looking for a partner or two. So if you can hunk-hunk, you can hunkadola with them. ----------- Mrs. Weasly: Away, away we go quickly. Hermione: (waking to find everyone worried after her fainting) Oh... Molly, these silly costumes.
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Hermione: I'm afraid it's ladies choice. (Harry does not get up, and Hermione puts on a sad face and whimpers) Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. *GRRRRR*! Madame Pooch: I see you've already met my English friend. Hermione: I'll take care of it Pooch. Let's dance!
(Hermione pulls Harry onto the dance floor)
(Rythym of the Night starts to play) Professors: That seemed to go well/ Incredible/ He has a gift with the women/ I told you, he's a Genius! Dumbledore: That Krum certainly can dance! Hermione: So wonderful of you to take an interest in our little team. Harry: Sounds very exciting, I'd be delighted to be involved. Hermione: Really? Harry: Assuming you like what I do of course. Hermione: I'm sure I will. harry: Madame Pooch thought we might be able to um... do it in private. Hermione: Did she? Harry: Yes, you know, a private... Quidditch match. Hermione: Oh... hmm... a Quidditch match? Oooh, I love a little quidditch after supper! Hermione: Hang on to your hats! Hermione sings: (being lifted from trapeeze) Diamonds... Diamonds... Diamonds are a girls best. *heavy, stuttering breathing*
(Hermione faints and falls from her trapeze. Ron catches her) Dumbledore: Nooooo! (pause) Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!
(Students start to chant "Hermione") ----------- Pansy Parkinson: Don't know if that Krum's gonna get his money's worth tonight. Witch: Don't be unkind Pansy. ----------- Dumbledore: You frightened her away. But I can see some lonely Hogwarts dancers looking for a partner or two. So if you can hunk-hunk, you can hunkadola with them. ----------- Mrs. Weasly: Away, away we go quickly. Hermione: (waking to find everyone worried after her fainting) Oh... Molly, these silly costumes.
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