Disclaimer: No anti-skip on this CD player. Not mine. Hic. Not mine. Hic.
Not mine.
A/N: I would like to thank my reviewers for their input.
Specs-88- I realized after I posted it that there were not many breaks in paragraphs. It must have been a result of the loss of format when uploading. After all, I can't get italics.
(If anyone could tell me how to do so, I would be grateful)
Potions Mistress- When I copied it, a word got chopped off the last paragraph. It was supposed to be "next" but I screwed it up. I did repost it, with the word inserted. As for your other question, all I can say is that I'm not entirely certain as to what the teachers will do.
(I would like some ideas, if possible. Hint.)
Usagisnape- Thank you for your support. It is always welcome.
Spurious-nb- I will, hopefully. Glad you liked it.
Fnxmoon- I suppose you'll just have to keep reading huh? *winks
Marisa Raven- I know it was a bit rushed. Unfortunately, I'm not good at suspense, which is what plot is all about. Patience is not MY virtue, and I want to know how it ends too. However, I will try to add more details for you. But, keep in mind, that this is just a little ficlet for now. Plot and details will probably become secondary to just plain humor and fun.
To all others who are still reading, I hope you're enjoying it so far. If not, review, and I'll try to better my writing. And now, on with the story.
INTERMISSION Professional musicians play an entr'acte (a revision of the previous song), while everyone partakes of food and is merry. Well, nearly everyone that is.
Hermione ate a light lunch and walked around the Great Hall, sipping her pumpkin juice slowly. After all, she would be performing soon and it would not be smart to have a full stomach, especially when it was already fluttering with butterflies. It had been a long time since she had last shown off her skill in public or private.
I wonder what they'll think of me. Will I screw up? Will they want to throw rotten fruit at me? Will they boo until their throats are raw? Will they...
Her nervous thoughts were interrupted when Remus and Sirius came up to her, eyes full of mischief. ""Hiya Hermione. Enjoying the show?" The two looked at each other and grinned wickedly.
"Indeed. I had thought Albus was insane when he first proposed it, but I am already feeling more relaxed." Liar, she thought.
"Really? Relaxed, hmmm? Looked rather tense to me when Mr. Korliff 'got in your face' at the front table." Sirius' eyebrow rose. The Hermione that the two rabble-rousers had known five years ago might have blushed, but instead she stood up to their game.
"I thought the young man was the most 'talented' stripper I've ever seen, even though he didn't get to finish." The duo looked astonished. She smiled to herself, nerves disappearing, but kept her face completely blank and surprised them again.
"What did YOU think of him?" They were the ones to turn red and stammer. Ever since Voldie's defeat, they had been welcomed back into society. The result had been a very good 'friendship' that clearly rivaled the one they'd had in school. They both benefited from the other's company; Sirius was finally able to relax without thinking that dementors lurked around every corner; and Remus had become more outgoing and full of the humor he'd had back in school. The men's relationship had been revealed only to select friends at first. However, due to a few mal-placed attentions by some aroused and randy witches, now they were a well-known couple.
Sirius recovered quickly from her rejoinder and replied in kind. "Unfortunately, since he was preoccupied with you, I didn't get a close look at his.endowment. Just the 'bare' outline of it through his jeans." Sirius pretended to pout and Remus put on a good show of being offended.
"There you go again, ogling and whispering over other men when I'm standing right here. You never care a whit for my feelings."
"Now dear, you know that's not true. I was only teasing. I'll make it up to you tonight by." Here, Sirius leaned in and whispered ardently to Remus. Hermione was near enough to catch certain words like 'hot', 'wet', and 'close,' before Lupin realized that she was able to hear them and blushed brightly. She started laughing and reassured him.
"It's nothing I haven't heard before, Remus. That is, in a different context," she decided to change the subject for her poor friend's delicate nature. "So, what did you think of that cello player?"
Sirius' eyes lit up. "Oh, he was really good and quite passionate. I used to play bass in my spare time. Watching him almost made me want to pick it up again, especially the way his hands moved up and down the fingerboard. You know, he was kind of cute. I would love to 'rosin his bow.'"
Sirius glanced at Remus, whose eyes had gone wide, and went on, "Hmmm, I wonder if those old practice rooms are still about. Every time I walked by, I could hear people playing. Mostly duets, though sometimes the more daring could squeeze in three or four people. From what I heard, it was a tight fit. Funny, though, that people hardly ever practiced their solos. " Apparently, Sirius was determined to keep the line of conversation, if only to embarrass his lover further. She decided to play along.
"Did you used to play an instrument, Remus? If so, Sirius, Ulysses, and you could perform together as a trio. I would love to hear the 'music' produced by that."
Lupin finally recovered from his apoplexy fit, caused by the fact that all his blood had been rushing to the other head; and he was determined to get his own shots in.
"Yes, I did. I used to play the clarinet when I was younger. In fact, playing an instrument is required in Advanced Muggle Studies. I had nearly perfected my 'tonguing' technique when the semester ended. It's quite hard. One must know exactly how much breath to release into the instrument, and the precise pressure and movement of the tongue is very difficult to attain."
Sirius choked on his pumpkin juice and Hermione wondered why. Surely he had said worse things. She understood upon hearing the cold voice beside her.
"Unfortunately, Remus, it seems that during those tongue exercises, you have forgotten how to hold yours. Or had you neglected to remember that there are children about? We have already had one infringement upon their young minds today. We need not add another." With that, Snape turned and strode over to Dumbledore and began arguing heatedly with the headmaster, who looked extremely amused.
"Is it just me, or is that man a prude?" Sirius joked.
"I don't suppose you would happen to know what his talent is?" Remus asked Hermione.
"Why would he tell me? The man doesn't give me a second glance unless it's in disgust." She winced slightly. Old wounds ached once in a while. "Besides, why would I tell you even if I did know? You two have refused to tell me what your talent is for the last three weeks!"
"Oh, as if you haven't been just as reticent about your own entry? One good turn deserves another. You'll find out soon enough what our talent is."
"And you, mine."
With that, they walked back to their seats. The second act was about to begin.
A/N: I would like to thank my reviewers for their input.
Specs-88- I realized after I posted it that there were not many breaks in paragraphs. It must have been a result of the loss of format when uploading. After all, I can't get italics.
(If anyone could tell me how to do so, I would be grateful)
Potions Mistress- When I copied it, a word got chopped off the last paragraph. It was supposed to be "next" but I screwed it up. I did repost it, with the word inserted. As for your other question, all I can say is that I'm not entirely certain as to what the teachers will do.
(I would like some ideas, if possible. Hint.)
Usagisnape- Thank you for your support. It is always welcome.
Spurious-nb- I will, hopefully. Glad you liked it.
Fnxmoon- I suppose you'll just have to keep reading huh? *winks
Marisa Raven- I know it was a bit rushed. Unfortunately, I'm not good at suspense, which is what plot is all about. Patience is not MY virtue, and I want to know how it ends too. However, I will try to add more details for you. But, keep in mind, that this is just a little ficlet for now. Plot and details will probably become secondary to just plain humor and fun.
To all others who are still reading, I hope you're enjoying it so far. If not, review, and I'll try to better my writing. And now, on with the story.
INTERMISSION Professional musicians play an entr'acte (a revision of the previous song), while everyone partakes of food and is merry. Well, nearly everyone that is.
Hermione ate a light lunch and walked around the Great Hall, sipping her pumpkin juice slowly. After all, she would be performing soon and it would not be smart to have a full stomach, especially when it was already fluttering with butterflies. It had been a long time since she had last shown off her skill in public or private.
I wonder what they'll think of me. Will I screw up? Will they want to throw rotten fruit at me? Will they boo until their throats are raw? Will they...
Her nervous thoughts were interrupted when Remus and Sirius came up to her, eyes full of mischief. ""Hiya Hermione. Enjoying the show?" The two looked at each other and grinned wickedly.
"Indeed. I had thought Albus was insane when he first proposed it, but I am already feeling more relaxed." Liar, she thought.
"Really? Relaxed, hmmm? Looked rather tense to me when Mr. Korliff 'got in your face' at the front table." Sirius' eyebrow rose. The Hermione that the two rabble-rousers had known five years ago might have blushed, but instead she stood up to their game.
"I thought the young man was the most 'talented' stripper I've ever seen, even though he didn't get to finish." The duo looked astonished. She smiled to herself, nerves disappearing, but kept her face completely blank and surprised them again.
"What did YOU think of him?" They were the ones to turn red and stammer. Ever since Voldie's defeat, they had been welcomed back into society. The result had been a very good 'friendship' that clearly rivaled the one they'd had in school. They both benefited from the other's company; Sirius was finally able to relax without thinking that dementors lurked around every corner; and Remus had become more outgoing and full of the humor he'd had back in school. The men's relationship had been revealed only to select friends at first. However, due to a few mal-placed attentions by some aroused and randy witches, now they were a well-known couple.
Sirius recovered quickly from her rejoinder and replied in kind. "Unfortunately, since he was preoccupied with you, I didn't get a close look at his.endowment. Just the 'bare' outline of it through his jeans." Sirius pretended to pout and Remus put on a good show of being offended.
"There you go again, ogling and whispering over other men when I'm standing right here. You never care a whit for my feelings."
"Now dear, you know that's not true. I was only teasing. I'll make it up to you tonight by." Here, Sirius leaned in and whispered ardently to Remus. Hermione was near enough to catch certain words like 'hot', 'wet', and 'close,' before Lupin realized that she was able to hear them and blushed brightly. She started laughing and reassured him.
"It's nothing I haven't heard before, Remus. That is, in a different context," she decided to change the subject for her poor friend's delicate nature. "So, what did you think of that cello player?"
Sirius' eyes lit up. "Oh, he was really good and quite passionate. I used to play bass in my spare time. Watching him almost made me want to pick it up again, especially the way his hands moved up and down the fingerboard. You know, he was kind of cute. I would love to 'rosin his bow.'"
Sirius glanced at Remus, whose eyes had gone wide, and went on, "Hmmm, I wonder if those old practice rooms are still about. Every time I walked by, I could hear people playing. Mostly duets, though sometimes the more daring could squeeze in three or four people. From what I heard, it was a tight fit. Funny, though, that people hardly ever practiced their solos. " Apparently, Sirius was determined to keep the line of conversation, if only to embarrass his lover further. She decided to play along.
"Did you used to play an instrument, Remus? If so, Sirius, Ulysses, and you could perform together as a trio. I would love to hear the 'music' produced by that."
Lupin finally recovered from his apoplexy fit, caused by the fact that all his blood had been rushing to the other head; and he was determined to get his own shots in.
"Yes, I did. I used to play the clarinet when I was younger. In fact, playing an instrument is required in Advanced Muggle Studies. I had nearly perfected my 'tonguing' technique when the semester ended. It's quite hard. One must know exactly how much breath to release into the instrument, and the precise pressure and movement of the tongue is very difficult to attain."
Sirius choked on his pumpkin juice and Hermione wondered why. Surely he had said worse things. She understood upon hearing the cold voice beside her.
"Unfortunately, Remus, it seems that during those tongue exercises, you have forgotten how to hold yours. Or had you neglected to remember that there are children about? We have already had one infringement upon their young minds today. We need not add another." With that, Snape turned and strode over to Dumbledore and began arguing heatedly with the headmaster, who looked extremely amused.
"Is it just me, or is that man a prude?" Sirius joked.
"I don't suppose you would happen to know what his talent is?" Remus asked Hermione.
"Why would he tell me? The man doesn't give me a second glance unless it's in disgust." She winced slightly. Old wounds ached once in a while. "Besides, why would I tell you even if I did know? You two have refused to tell me what your talent is for the last three weeks!"
"Oh, as if you haven't been just as reticent about your own entry? One good turn deserves another. You'll find out soon enough what our talent is."
"And you, mine."
With that, they walked back to their seats. The second act was about to begin.