Title: Muggle Music
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Bah! Stupid internet! I intended to post this on Thursday but my cable modem thingy decided to roll over and die while I was at school! I bite my thumb at it. ~grr~ But it's all good now! I got a new one! Yeah! And it's finally here! The contest! Well the first little part of it anyway. I recommend that you try to listen to the songs while they sing. It makes it all funner. Ok. I know that's not a word. Bah. If you don't have the songs then get them off your 'illegal' WinMX or wherever. ~shrug~ Well yes, have fun!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Mr. McGuggit, his money, the music or anything else that seems too good to be true . . . Well it's not mine! Why? Well I don't kno-ahh! ~Tiny Q gets launched into the gorge~
Muggle Music
Chapter 5
It's Singing Time!
Ginny stared up at Malfoy. Had she heard him wrong? She must have because she thought she heard him ask her to dance. Like a Malfoy would ever ask a Weasley to dance.
"What?" she asked, just to be sure.
"Dance with me," he repeated.
"Huh?" she asked before she could stop herself. 'This can't be happening,' she thought desperately. 'This must be some sort of sick joke. It has to be.' "Why?" she added for good measure.
"Because I asked you too," he said patiently, staring down at her.
As she looked up into his eyes she could see no sign of malevolent intent. 'So he's a good actor,' she mentally argued with herself. But as he offered her his hand she surprised herself by taking it.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," she said as he helped her to her feet.
As they moved towards the dance floor a new, livelier song began to play. Even though all the members of the Weird Sisters were not present, the three that were were putting on a hell of a show. A pleasant mix of Muggle and wizarding music.
'He's probably a terrible dancer,' she thought as they moved to an area of the floor that wasn't crowded. But once they started all the cynical thoughts were wiped from her head.
He was fantastic. Probably one of the better dancers that she had ever danced with. And there had been plenty with all the family gathering and weddings she had been to over the years. Three songs they spent spinning about, crossing the entire floor several times. People stared. Ginny didn't care. She couldn't stop smiling. It felt so right.
They didn't speak at all, just communicated via looks. But Ginny didn't mind. It gave her a chance to look at his face. Really look at it. The elegant curves and his piercing blue-gray eyes that seemed more blue than she had ever seen them. The way his mouth curved up at the right and how the other side kept twitching upwards.
The more she stared the more she liked it. The more she stared the less she paid attention to what her feet were doing. He spun her out with a grin and she felt herself giggle at the sight. As she spun back in her shoe caught on the hem of her robe and she felt herself begin to fall.
"Watch it," Malfoy said sharply, catching her in his arms. Clinging to him, she began to laugh.
"Oh dear," she said against his lean chest and began to laugh harder. She wasn't exactly sure why but the giddiness just seemed to come over her. She couldn't stop.
After a moment she realized her head rest was shaking as well as her. Looking up she saw Malfoy looking down at her, laughing as well.
"What's so funny?" she demanded through laughs.
"You," he said, pulling her into a standing position and holding her close. As though on cue a slow song began to play softly around them.
With a mental gasp Ginny stopped laughing. All the other couples around her were now standing close to one another as well and she mentally frowned. 'Why does this feel so right?' she wondered.
"So what made you change your mind?" she whispered into Malfoy's ear, resting her head against his shoulder as they swayed gently back and forth.
"Hmm?" he asked, putting his head down near her hair.
"Why this sudden interest?" she elaborated, feeling herself turning slightly red. Here she was in this guy's arms and three songs after the fact she begins to blush.
"Whoever said there was an interest?" he sneered softly, making her shiver slightly. She tried to pull away but he held her fast. "Only jokes Weasley," he whispered and she could feel him smile.
"So then what is it?" she asked again.
"Well," he began, but she felt his posture change slightly. "I don't think now is the best time to get into this."
"Why not?" Ginny asked, a mixture of disappointment and confusion rising in her chest. What was wrong with now?
"Cause I think your date's back," he explained. "And he doesn't look too happy."
~*~
"Harry, why are we going to the owlery?" Ron asked as the three of them made their way up to the tower.
"I think Sirius and Remus are up to something," Harry said. He thought he went over it already.
"But why are we going in the middle of the ball?" Hermione asked, panting slightly as she lifted up her skirts to go up the stairs.
Harry felt a pang of guilt. He had dragged them away from their date. He also just left Ginny, one of the prettiest and nicest girls he knew, sitting at a table. But then people's lives could be at stake. She would understand.
"You can go back if you want," he said honestly. "I don't mind."
"Well, we're halfway there already," Hermione sighed. "Let's just make it quick then."
And so they picked up their pace, getting to the owlery door in record time. They all had to heave their robes up high to prevent them dragging in the droppings.
"I think there's something more going on," Harry explained as he began to write Sirius a letter. "Than just this contest."
"Why?" Ron asked. "I think Hermione was right. The whole thing is probably just to distract us from You-Know-Who's attacks. What else could be going on?"
"Haven't you noticed how there haven't been any other attacks lately?" Harry asked, finishing the letter and calling down Hedwig.
"Are you suggesting that the two of them think something is going to happen and that's why they came?" Hermione asked, piecing it all together. Harry knew it would only be a matter of time before she did.
"That's stupid Harry," Ron scoffed. "They would have told us."
"Maybe not," Hermione said thoughtfully. "If this whole thing is to distract us, then why would Sirius and Remus undermine it?"
"My point exactly," Harry agreed, shooing Hedwig out the window. "They should get back to us before the contest starts."
"Then let's get back," Ron said, moving towards the door. Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement.
As they made their way back to the Great Hall hey heard people arguing. And they were getting closer. "In here," Harry mouthed and the three of them ducked into an empty classroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.
"What do you mean you misplaced it?" Professor Booi demanded, her footsteps echoing down the hall.
"I mean I misplaced it," Professor Snape's voice responded. Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione. Both were listening intently.
"I can't believe you!" Booi shrieked, her footsteps stopping a few feet from the trio's hiding place. "How could you misplace it?!"
"With much difficulty and strategic planning, I can assure you," Snape sneered quite nastily. Harry hadn't heard his voice get like that in a long time. "And I don't see why you need it. No one informed me about it. So I don't see how it matters."
"Oh," Booi snapped in much the same tone as Snape. Harry did a double-take. He had never heard the woman's voice go so nasty before. "So that's what this is all about is it? You're jealous because you weren't chosen. Well don't take it out on the cause, Severus. There is far too much at stake at this point in the game to play inflate-the-ego."
"Trust me, Katrina, I know," Snape hissed with such venom that Harry shuddered. He would hate to see the man's face. "I'm the one you've all sent in to do the dirty work after all. All you have to do is play teacher. Trust me. I'm not about to screw this over."
With that the Potions Master's feet stormed off. He passed by the door and the three of them leant back so as not to be seen. A few moments later, Professor Booi passed as well, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen, despite her lovely robes.
"Does this mean what I think it means?" Hermione whispered, going quite pale.
"What?" Ron demanded. "That our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is in cahoots with Snape? That they're both working for You-Know-Who?!" His voice had gone shrill with anger. Everyone liked Professor Booi. For her to be, well, evil was insane.
"Let's just get back to the hall before either of them come back and find out we heard it all," Harry whispered.
After checking that the cost was clear the three of them made their ways to the hall. It seemed the party was still in full swing. Couples were everywhere, dancing up a storm. Harry began to look for Ginny when Ron made a strangled gasping noise and stopped short.
"Ron, what is it?" Hermione asked with concern.
He simply pointed, eyes wide with shock. Harry followed his eyes and gasped as well. For there was Ginny dancing quite closely to Draco Malfoy.
~*~
Draco had never seen Ron Weasley get so mad. The boy went completely red in the face and stalked towards them menacingly.
"Oh hell," he heard Ginny mutter against him and step away. "Sorry for whatever he does." Draco never got the chance to ask what that might be.
"Malfoy," Ron said with a surprisingly calm voice. "I'd like to speak to you. Outside."
He glanced between the two Weasley adolescents and felt his stomach drop. What exactly had he done? Why had he danced with his enemy's sister? Was he insane?! Probably.
He shrugged as loosely as he could. "Alright," he drawled, smirking at the tall red head. They all made to leave.
"Ginny, stay with Hermione," Ron snapped. Ginny who had been attempting to leave as well looked taken aback. "You heard me," he hissed before she could respond. "I'll deal with you later."
Draco tried to catch her eye but the girl seemed far too enraged to notice. She was then lead off by a worried looking Hermione.
"Let's go," Ron growled and the three boys made for the Entrance Hall. All the way there Draco shifted his posture so he could pull out his wand at a moment's notice. You never knew what would happen with this lot.
There were a few people standing in the hall so Ron and Harry kept going, leading Draco outside. Once the doors had closed both of them turned on him.
"What did you think you were doing, Malfoy?" Ron hissed, pulling out his wand. Draco made to pull out his own, but Harry stopped him.
"Answer him," Harry hissed, holding out his own wand menacingly. 'Oh this is fair,' Draco thought darkly, dropping his hand. "Then tell me why you were dancing with my date."
"It's not like you were there to dance with her," Draco sneered. "What's it to you if I danced with her?"
"You're a piece of shit, Malfoy, that's why," Harry hissed, narrowing his eyes. "Ginny doesn't need to put up with you."
"No, Potter," he spat in return. "If she doesn't need to put up with anyone, it's the two of you. She's not as stupid as the you think she is." 'Where did that come from?' he wondered briefly before nearly getting stabbed in the eye by Ron's wand.
"Are you implying that I think my sister's stupid?" he demanded, jerking his wand about for emphasis.
"No," Draco drawled in response, glancing down at the other boy's wand. "I'm telling you."
"That's it," Ron snapped and took in a breath to say a hex. The door behind them opened.
"What do you three think you are doing?" Snape demanded, looking more furious than Draco had ever seen him.
"Nothing," all three of them said at the same time. Draco glared at the other two who had already tucked their wands out of sight.
Snape glared at them. "Well you better be doing nothing all the way back to your dorms or I'll take fifty points from each of you." Draco stared at him in disbelief. 'What put him in such a foul mood?' he thought bitterly, heading back inside to his dorm.
"Later," he called at the two Gryffindors and let out a laugh at their faces.
Though as he got back to his Common Room the cheerfulness began to fade. What had he done? He had danced with Ginny Weasley! A Gryffindor. A Weasley! 'Why'd I do it?' he asked himself mournfully, entering through the portrait hole. 'Why was I such an idiot?' 'Cause it felt right,' a little part of his mind ebbed on. 'It did not,' he snapped back. He knew he was lying.
Upon entering he discovered his two friends waiting for him.
"Is it true?" Crabbe asked, getting up and heading toward him. "Did you really dance with that Weasley?"
"Yes," Draco responded, suddenly feeling quite tired.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Why not?" The large boy seemed to think about this then finally shrugged. Draco turned to his other friend. "You have anything to say about it as well, Goyle?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "How was it?"
After brushing off his two friends and any other Slytherin who stopped to question him, Draco finally made it to bed. He felt wide awake now. The day's event kept flashing through his mind. 'I danced with a Weasley,' he thought in disbelief. 'Father's going to flip.' On second thought. 'Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all . . .'
~*~
Boxing Day - Outside the Concert Hall
It had been a year and a half since Remus Lupin had last seen Hogwarts. It seemed as immaculate and foreboding as ever. Yet it had been his home for more than a couple of years of his life and had not been the worst place to stay. By far.
"Seems like all the parents have showed up," he said conversationally to the dog trotting beside him. Which is quite stupid since Sirius Black could not talk back. He looked up at him, seeming to express this with his eyes. "Well sorry. But it does," Remus sighed and looked towards their destination.
The sponsors of the contest, McGuggit Restaurants, had rented a large amphitheater for the occasion and dropped it right beside the lake. From what he could see of the inside through the doors the place was half full with both students and parents alike. Within a minute the two of them were waiting in a small line to get in.
"I'm sorry sir," a man dressed in a McGuggit uniform said, not sounding sorry at all. "But you will have to put your dog on a leash if you want to go in."
"What?" Remus asked in disbelief, looking down at his best friend. Sirius seemed about ready to turn back to human form just so he could throttle the git. "We have permission from Dumbledore. He doesn't care."
"That may be so," the official said with a shrug. "But the people who own the hall don't want animals running amuck. So either leash the dog or get out of the way. There are more people who want to get in."
Remus glanced behind, there were only two and they were about one hundred meters away. With an angry sigh he took off his scarf and transfigured it into a leash. He knelt beside his friend who promptly started to growl threateningly.
"You want to see Harry, don't you?" he hissed quietly. The dog seemed to think about this then huffily allowed Remus to put the leash on.
"Happy?" he sneered at the official, showing off Sirius clad in his new leash.
"Immensely," the other man said sarcastically and waved them in.
~*~
Draco was pacing. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting there watching him. Somehow they had come to be the third performance in the contest. And despite himself, Draco couldn't help but be nervous. Perhaps it was the fact that the contest had been delayed for nearly two hours.
"What's taking them so long?" he demanded, turning to his two companions who were both looking a little green around the gills. "Why haven't they started yet?"
"I don't know," Crabbe replied, adjusting the baggy jeans he was wearing for the fourth time in as many minutes.
The three of them were all dressed in clothes similar to those of the band members they were to portray. Baggy pants, buttoned down shirts and jackets all acquired at a shop in Hogsmead that sold Muggle clothing. Draco's blonde hair was spiked up all over but since Crabbe and Goyle's own hair was too short they had settled with sunglasses set atop their heads.
"Why don't we just ask her?" Goyle asked, pointing at Professor Booi who was quickly approaching.
"Professor," Draco called, drawing the woman's attention. "Why haven't we started yet?"
"One of the judges hasn't shown up yet," she explained in a rush. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get on stage." She hurried past them and went down the hall that led to the curtained stage. A moment later they heard her voice boom across the hall.
"Will you all please stop throwing the programs off the balcony!" her voice rang. A moment later there was a loud uproar. Obviously one of the programs had reached the stage. "Very nicely done Mr. Finnigan," she said with admiration. "Five points to Gryffindor."
There was another loud cheer. "Who threw that one?" There was a pause. "Ah yes, of course Miss Bones. Five points to Hufflepuff! Now getting on with business. I know you are all anxious to get started."
"What do you think?!" someone's voice called from the audience.
"Uh, right," Booi said sarcastically. "One of the judges has failed to appear." There was a disappointed murmur from the crowd. "But Dumbledore has conferred with the judges and they have decided to start anyway." Draco felt his stomach lurch. "So without further adieu, let's get this party started!"
There was a terrible uproar from the seated crowd. If one would have thought that all the time waiting would have worn off their energy they were terribly mistaken. It seemed the opposite had ensued.
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle headed off with the rest of the people back stage to an alcove where they could watch the show.
A single Hufflepuff sixth year strutted onto the stage clad in an extremely short dress and stiletto boots. There were cat calls from the audience. A microphone was magically floating in the center of the stage and she grabbed it, looking out at the crowd.
"First up we have Jane Wong signing 'Man, I Feel Like a Woman' by Shania Twain," Lee Jordan's voice called out across the hall. "Looking good Jane!"
Music started to play and traveled beautifully through the hall. Draco thought he recognized the song. He knew he did when the girl began to sing.
"I'm going out tonight, I'm feelin' alright. Gonna let it all hang out. Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice. Yeah, I wanna scream and shout!" she belted off, sounding quite like Shania. She even moved like her, much to the delight of the male population of the audience.
As the song went on and the audience clapped along the girl hit a few off-key notes. No one seemed to care however, for as soon as she was done and bowing to the audience, they all burst into a frenzied applause. Draco felt his nervousness grow.
"Fantastic!" Lee's voice boomed over the clapping and whistling. "Just fantastic! Now our second contestants are April Arma and Michele Stolkum singing 'Daddy Wasn't There' by Ming Tea and Austin Powers."
A brown haired Slytherin and Blonde haired Hufflepuff walked onto the stage. Draco had heard about the duo, even though they were in the fourth year, but had doubted that he would actually see them perform.
They grabbed the two mics and began to sing, obviously not caring what others thought. They did crazy actions, prancing about and looking like they were having an immensely good time.
"Do to the A to the D-D-Y!" they screamed at the end and burst out laughing. The audience burst into applause which they graciously accepted by blowing kisses and smiling.
"Very enthusiastic!" Lee called as the audience settled down. "We now have our third contestants Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle singing the 'Points of Authority' remix by Linkin Park!"
Draco felt his stomach leap. It was their turn.
~*~
Ginny hadn't gotten much sleep, much to her dislike. Ron had stood in the Common Room ranting and raving for what seemed like hours about her dance with Malfoy. Ginny had been forced to sit through it along with Harry and Hermione. It gave her a chance to think about what had actually all happened. It had all seemed quite a blur really. She had danced with a Malfoy. She had danced with a Slytherin. She had enjoyed it.
"What does it show if you are dancing with our enemy?" Ron demanded once again. Ginny finally snapped.
"I don't care Ron," she shrieked louder than he had so far. "I don't give a bloody damn! It's not like there was anyone too dance with since my date scampered off." She glared at Harry who flushed and looked guiltily down at his hands. "And I could care less if you and him are enemies! He asked me to dance and it's none of your fucking business if I accepted or not!"
Ron opened and closed his mouth a few times seeming quite at a loss for words. Ginny glared at him, challenging him to speak. When he didn't she turned to Harry and Hermione. The both of them looked away.
"If that's all," she hissed. "Then I'm going to bed. Good night." She stormed off to her dorm and carefully changed out of her new robes.
The next morning she was awoken by someone tapping her arm.
"Go away," she mumbled, rolling over.
"Come on, Gin," the person persisted. "You have to get ready."
"Ten more minutes," she said through her pillow. A second latter it was violently ripped from her grasp. "Hey!" she angrily, turning to see who had stolen her blessedly soft pillow. She let out a short scream. "Colin!" she gasped, clutching her blankets to herself. "You're not supposed to be in here!"
"It doesn't matter," he said, tossing the pillow back at her. "You're the only one in here."
"Oh, thanks," she muttered, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Now get ready you lazy bum," Colin hissed beginning to pace before her. "The contest starts in an hour."
"An hour?" she asked.
"Yup," Colin agreed. "And they posted when we're going to perform earlier this morning."
"Oh no," Ginny gasped, feeling her stomach jerk. "When are we on?"
Colin grinned wickedly. "Tomorrow. Sixth performance."
Ginny flung the pillow at his face.
It took a record five minutes for her to get ready and another three to eat breakfast. She had to hurry if they wanted good seats. Colin claimed he would meet her at the hall as she went to get her cloak and she hurried to get it. She was halfway to her dorm when Harry popped out of nowhere and stopped her.
"Ginny, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked nervously, wringing his hands. She glared at him and crossed her arms.
"I suppose," she finally said grudgingly. "But make it quick, I want to get good seats."
"You don't need to worry about that," Harry said quickly. "Ron, Hermione and Neville are already there and they're saving a whole row." Ginny rose an eyebrow at this. "But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," he said hastily. "Look. I know I've been an asshole to you lately." Ginny snorted. "Ok. A major asshole. And I'm sorry. I really am. That whole thing last night- I just- I feel terrible. Do you forgive me?" He looked at her with pleading eyes. She stared at them measuringly for a moment. 'I shouldn't be doing this,' the cynical side of her hissed, but she ignored it and smiled slightly.
"I suppose," she sighed, giving a little shrug.
"Friends?" he asked, offering her his hand.
She stared at it for a moment then took it. "Friends," she confirmed. 'And nothing more,' she added to herself silently. He smiled at her.
"Then shall we go see this contest thing?" he offered with a crooked grin.
"Might as well," she shrugged again, grinning as well. "Just let me get my cloak." A minute later she was back, clad in her black cloak and Gryffindor scarf. "Shall we?"
Harry nodded and they headed out to the newly placed hall. It didn't take too long, but there was a large lineup to get in.
"So when are you performing?" Harry asked after they had been standing there for a few minutes.
"Tomorrow," Ginny replied. "I guess we're the sixth group. How about you?"
"Tenth," he replied. She never got the chance to reply for they entered the hall and Ginny gasped. It was almost completely full. Five thousand seats taken. 'How the hell are we going to perform in front of this?' she thought in awe. It seemed all of Hogsmead and the parents and half of wizarding London were there. 'Oh Merlin.'
"Ginny! Harry!" someone called. "Over here!" Looking around Ginny spotted Colin standing on a seat, waving madly. He lost his balance after a moment and tumbled to the ground.
"Colin!" she gasped and hurried to where he had been standing. By the time she got there with Harry close behind, Colin had been helped back into his seat by his brother and Neville. "Are you ok?" she asked in concern.
"Peachy," he muttered, completely red in the face. It seemed the fall had only effected his ego.
Looking down the row she saw Harry and Ron's other friends scattered down the seats. In the middle was Professor Lupin and on the chair beside him was a large black dog. 'That must be Sirius Black,' Ginny thought, taking a seat beside Colin. Harry sat down next to her.
And then the waiting began. It took almost two hours before Professor Booi went on stage. Two hours of horseplay, crudely made paper airplanes and flying toilet paper. Ginny could have sworn she saw a pair of knickers fly down from the balcony but she didn't want to think about it too hard.
"I wonder which judge is missing?" she whispered to Colin as Booi explained the wait. He shrugged in response.
"Hey it's Jane!" Ginny heard someone whisper behind her as the first contestant walked on stage. The crowd went crazy and Ginny couldn't help but laugh. At the second performance she felt a bit of bewilderment. She still couldn't believe that April and Michele were friends. She had classes with both of them and knew that they had both been rightly placed in their houses.
"We now have our third contestants Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle," Lee's voice sliced through her mind. She paid rapt attention to his voice. "Singing the 'Points of Authority' remix by Linkin Park!"
"Why does that sound so familiar?" she asked Colin but he never got the chance to reply for at that moment the music began to play. The lights on the stage dimmed and mist began to pour over the stage.
"Yo, yo, forfeit the game, before somebody else takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame. Cover up your face you can't run the race the pace is too fast you just won't last, won't last, won't last..." Crabbe's voice rang across the hall.
"No," Ginny gasped. "There's no way . . ."
An army of pixies took flight into the air and hung there as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle made their entrance through the mist.
Ginny took a double take at Malfoy's appearance. 'He looks so . . . sexy,' she thought in utter disbelief. Both at herself and at him. Her face began to turn beat red.
He opened his mouth and sang: "You love the way I look at you. While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through. You take away if I give in. My life, my pride is broken."
"No way," she gasped after a moment. "No way in hell." She turned to Colin, pointing at the stage. "That's what I wanted to sing!"
"Look!" someone gasped and she turned sharply to see the pixies beginning to fight. As the base of the chorus started the battle intensified.
Ginny found herself fixated on Malfoy however. She couldn't get over how good he looked. And his voice. Oh his voice. "You like to think you're never wrong. You have to act like you're someone. You want someone to hurt like you. You want to share what you've been through. You live what you've learned."
Then Goyle began to rap. "Yo, yo, forfeit the game. Before somebody else takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame. Cover up your face. You can't run the race. The pace is too fast. You just won't last."
There were murmurs from the crowd. Who knew Goyle could sing? Well for that matter? Very well. Insanely well.
There was a lull in the music and angelic blue figures rose from the floor. There were more murmurs from the audience. This must have cost a fortune. As the base started again the angelic figures began to battle as well.
"You like to think you're never wrong. You have to act like you're someone. You want someone to hurt like you. You want to share what you've been through. You live what you've learned," Malfoy screamed out with such emotion that many in the audience stopped moving and watched more intently than before.
The three boys stopped singing and the song slowly came to an end with all the lights dimming until the stage was pitch black. The audience erupted into cheers, Ginny clapping and yelling hardest of them all. The lights came back on and it was just the three boys on the stage. No pixies. No mist. No angelic blue figures. It seemed their purpose had been spent.
Draco smirked out at the crowd and his two companions smiled broadly, surprising Ginny once again. She didn't know they could smile. Draco seemed to be searching the crowd. Ginny watched him until he looked right at her. He smirked wider and winked. 'Oh . . .' she thought, wide-eyed, feeling her heart leap. "My . . ."
And the audience continued to go insane.
~*~
A/N: Yes, I know, it all seems like some crappy kareeoke (Did I spell that right??) experience. Oh well. I've never really written people singing before as you can probably tell. Any tips would be greatly appreciated. The next chapter should have many more performances than this chapter. Many more. And perhaps a bit more plot thrown in there? Who knows? I know I should, but I don't. I know what's going to happen at the end but not exactly what should happen along the way until I get there. ~sigh~
Many thanks to: MayanAngel1541990(Yeah, I hope so), lecada chan(I hope he proved to be a good enough date), fyrechild(My friend if a big Jazz buff so I will go to her for the lyrics and stuff. Now who shall sing . . .), Lee Velviet(One day all nylons will pay. Bwa ha ha- uh, sorry), VirtualFaerie(Glad I could make your day. And just "bit" hyper you say? Riiight. And SITMWY, uh . . . he he . . . We'll see), babytigercub13(But writing cliffys is so much fun), bellus-qui(I am evil. I enjoy it.), Liv(Once again, sorry bout that), Azalai(Ok . . . that was one of the oddest reviews yet. I think I'll leave the green hair and purple eyes all to you. And why is it always the english teachers that are crazy?!), elen(Yes, he so looks like the singer. ~sigh~), Lady Moldywarts(Well, I'm kinda an anit-pop kinda girl. And Avril is ok, I really hate her nose though), Witch am IB(You read my mind), uh, that person who didn't give a nameB(Oh, I intend to), Lallie(Well this one's longer! Happy?!?!?), girlychick_87(Hmm . . . we'll see . . .)and tulzdavampslayertimes3(Uh, it's 'Magical Muggle Technology' Bah! I dunno. And thanks for reviewing all my other fics! :~)
So, who're going to be the top five contestants? What do Snape and Booi have planned? Are we ever going to find out what the twins chose to sing or why they must be on the ceiling? What did Remus and Sirius owl back to Harry and Co? Are Ginny and Draco going to hook up before the Weasley male population of the school successfully kill him?! Ahh! Find out next chapter! Well duh! Oh shut up.
Please review! It will make me smile! I like smiling . . .
Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to you all!