Title: Muggle Music
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Hi all! Well, here is the last of the contest. Or at least the first part of it. I am really not very happy with it. Sounds rather daft to me. Oh well. I was getting butterflies in my stomach when I was typing this up. Don't know why though. Oh! I put myself in this chapter, along with a few of my friends who helped me a great deal with this fic. I'll give a gold star to anyone who can pick me out. I'll give you a hint: the song I sing was featured in Warren Miller's 'Cold Fusion'. Hope you enjoy this chapter more than I do.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! But any name or thing or plot line that you don't recognize are most likely mine. I hope.
Muggle Music
Chapter 6
Surprise Visits
Boxing Day - Vancouver, Canada
Mr. McGuggit, head of the multinational wizarding corporation McGuggit Restaurant, was waiting for the bus. He was standing outside his Canadian headquarters with his wooden trunk.
He looked down at his watch and shook his head. The bus was late you see. And it was not simply the public transit bus (Which by the way has a terrible system all across the country, or so I've been told. At least in my city it sucks. But then we're not talking about the ETS, are we? On with the story.) but for the Daybus to take him to the Portkey station so he could go to Hogwarts.
'Stupid transit,' he thought darkly, sitting down on his trunk. 'Never around when you need it but always conveniently in front of your vehicle when you don't.' He grumbled a bit more, startling a passing Muggle.
It was at this time that the Daybus decided to rear it's yellow head. It putted around the corner and Mr. McGuggit stood up. When it was about a block away I blew up. In the raging inferno a solitary wheel rolled past Mr. McGuggit. He stared blankly after it.
"Oh dear."
~*~
Boxing Day - The Concert Hall, England
Draco Malfoy's nervousness had gone away as soon as he started signing. It seemed to just leave so only the music remained. And he gave it his all. All his anger, all his soul went into the words and afterwards he felt much better. Better about life. About the night before. About his father.
He had stuck to his word. When he chose the song he had had his father in mind. In a way it fit, if you didn't look into the meaning too deeply.
The special effects had cost a pretty penny but Crabbe and Goyle both agreed with him that it would had been worth it. Along with the clothes. And the hair.
The three of them went and sat down in the seats Pansy and her gang had vacated. They were to be on soon and had to get ready for the song Draco had heard more than enough about the night before. 'It'll be interesting to see if they can pull it off,' he mused as Professor Booi's voice rang across the hall.
"Mr. Jordan is getting ready for his performance," she explained. "So I will be taking over until he returns." There was a shuffle of papers. "Next up we have Cho Chang singing 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion. She has dedicated it to a lost friend."
A moment later the Ravenclaw Seeker walked onto the stage. Draco knew her from Quidditch and knew of what had happened to her boyfriend. After that her game failed. It was as though she could do nothing but morn and her life was suffering for it.
"Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you, that is how I know you go on," her voice rang out beautifully yet eerily. "Far across the distance and spaces between us you have come to show you go on. Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart does go on. Once more you open the door. And you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on." Her voice made Draco shudder, brining up terrible images of what the girl's life must be like now. 'And to think I made a joke of it all,' he thought in disgust, remembering the end of last year.
When Cho had finished she bowed silently and moved off the stage. The crowd clapped but seemed to shell-shocked to do much more. Some had been moved to tears.
"That was very touching," Booi sniffed over the microphone. "Just lovely." She sniffed louder. "Our next contestants are Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas singing 'Black Suits are Comin',' by Will Smith. Hopefully it will raise our spirits a bit."
The two fifth years walked onto the stage clad in black suits, Rayban sunglasses and black leather shoes. There were cat calls from the audience and the two of them grinned. Draco had to admit, they looked good in suits. Not exactly what he himself would wear, but they pulled it off.
The music began and slowly did it's duty. People's spirits began to rise only to plummet when the duo began to sing: "I am the man in black. I'm back breaking the back of the random attackers so can the flak. Yo I'm dangerous, I've been trained to bust. When a stranger fuss try to endanger us. Praise me y'all, don't nothing faze me y'all. When they see me their gaze be all crazy y'all. They say I'm a myth, trust me if somebody riff, out of the depth of your imagination appears Will Smith."
They were terrible. Totally off-key. Seamus' voice cracked halfway through yet they still sang on, butchering a decent, catchy song. Draco would have felt sorry for them if he hadn't been spending so much time sniggering at them.
"Uh, thank you . . ." Booi's voice rang out uncertainly. There was a bit of a pause. "Up next we have Millicent Bullstrode, Tammy Fuglem, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zalbani performing 'Moulin Rouge' by Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya and Pink." Booi's voice perked up as she spoke. "Fantastic movie Moulin Rouge."
The four girls walked on the stage clad in odd little teddies and feather boas that caused most of the male population to whistle and cheer with delight. Even Millicent, who had the reputation of being one of the ugliest girls in the school, looked good. In an odd sort of creepy way. Four girls from the audience were not impressed however as they made their way onto the stage as well.
"You bitches!" Lavender Brown shrieked. "You stole our song!" A moment later she had flung herself at Pansy. Draco grimaced as he heard the girls shriek. The Patil twins and one of their friends soon joined the battle.
"Cat fight!" a guy shouted from the backs of the hall and people began to cheer. It took a total of twenty seconds before the Professors and McGuggit officials were prying the fighting girls off one another.
"Very nicely done ladies," Booi said sarcastically after the stage had been cleared. "But I am afraid the judges have declared the eight of you disqualified from the contest." She seemed to stifle a laugh. "Moving on . . . Next we have Tim Jefferson, Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley, George Weasley and a mystery guest singing 'What We're All About' by Sum 41. Oooh. A Canadian band. I used to be part of a band. Ok, so we weren't that good but . . ." she trailed off and there was a cough in the background. "Sorry," she mumbled. "On with the music."
The curtains had been drawn shut after the Moulin Rouge Incident. It was drawn back to reveal the four boys all hanging from the ceiling, instruments in hand. There were gasps from the crowd.
"Hi Mum!" George called, and the audience burst out laughing.
"No hands!" Fred added, waving them about.
Jefferson began to beat on the drum he was seated at and the music began to play. You could tell they weren't actually playing, but they put on a good show if making it seem like they were. Then one of the Weasley twins began to sing. Draco wasn't sure which one but he didn't really care. It sounded perfect.
"Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion."
"It's number 32 now here's the situation," the other Weasley filled in.
"If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station," Jordan continued.
"Pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation," Jefferson said finally.
"Well, I'm a disaster," the first Weasley's voice rang out once again.
"A microphone master," the other added.
"Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster." Jordan again.
"It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts. About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts," Jefferson finished.
They continued on this way until: "Rock! It's what we're all about! It's what we live for! C'mon shout it out!" they all screamed out, proceeding to jump and head-bang, winging their instruments about.
There were cheers from the audience and Draco almost joined in. That is until he remembered that they were Gryffindor. And the enemy Quidditch team.
They continued the next stanza in a similar fashion as the first and head-banged even harder at the chorus. Then the music stopped and someone leapt, that's right, leapt, onto the stage and began to do some really wicked cords on the guitar. The mystery guest had arrived.
"Oliver Wood!" some girl screeched in the hall and there were cheers from most of the females of the school.
It was at this time that the four seventh years on the ceiling dislodged from it one at a time. Jordan simply jumping with a simple flip. Jefferson twisting several times on the way down to land in a crouch. And the twins both trying to out do the other by attempting to fly or swim on the way down.
They continued to sing, getting to the chorus in which they all went crazy. "Rock! It's what we're all about! It's what we live for! C'mon shout it out! Rock! It's what we're all about! It's what we live for! C'mon shout it out! Rock! It's what we're all about! It's what we live for! C'mon shout it out!" Even Wood joined in the singing and soon the five of them had begun a mini mosh pit on the stage, belting out the song on the tops of their lungs.
When the song ended the audience made such a ruckus that it rivaled the reaction Draco's performance had received. But he didn't mind for he was right in there with them, totally forgetting they were Gryffindor. 'Fantastic,' he thought. 'I love rock.'
~*~
The contest went of for another hour and a half before intermission was called. It was a time when the audience sat of the edges of their seat, cheering on the performances they liked best. All sorts of music were belted out by various groups and individuals ranging from opera and jazz to pop and techno. No matter what was sung the crowd seemed to like it.
Harry had been quite disturbed however by a Gryffindor second year that sang Bonnie Tyler's 'Holding Out for a Hero'. The whole time she had looked directly at him, batting her eyes and blowing kisses every now and then. He tried to pretend he hadn't noticed.
"Just great!" Lee's voice boomed after the girl walked off stage, but not before she had gestured at Harry to owl her. "There will now be a half hour intermission before we continue on with the contest. Food and refreshments will be sold at the back of the hall."
The hall erupted with sound as everyone in it moved towards the exits or the back to get food. Harry looked to Ron and Hermione who were both stretching, then to Remus who was shooing Sirius off the chair.
"Let's go outside," his old professor told the three of them, and they made their way to the exits. After a few minutes they were in the cool air, moving away from the other wizards and witches coming out of the hall. It was when they were rounding a corner of the lake that Harry noticed something.
"Uh, Remus," he started, making the sickly looking man turn to look at him. "Why is my godfather on a leash?"
Hermione and Ron both stopped walking along side Harry and stared as well. To Harry's surprise the former DADA professor began to turn red. Sirius began to growl.
"Forgot about that," he muttered sheepishly and transfigured the leash back into his scarf and put it on. "Now it smells like dog," he complained, glaring down at the large black dog.
"Well don't bitch at me," Sirius hissed as he returned to human form. "It's not my fault you have a heightened sense of smell." He quickly pulled a black toque over his head and wrapped his scarf high about his face, making it difficult to tell who he was. He turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "They wouldn't let me in unless I wore a leash," he explained and the trio nodded in understanding.
There was an awkward silence until: "Sirius, why didn't you owl me back?" Harry finally asked.
His godfather turned to him seriously. "Because I wanted to talk to you in person." He looked at Ron and Hermione as well. "All three of you." He took a deep breath, then glancing at Lupin, began to explain: "There is absolutely nothing going on," he said seriously. "If there were anything happening we would tell you, for you have a right to know. I don't- we don't care what they say. Voldemort concerns you just as much as us. You, Harry, more so than any of us."
"So nothing is happening?" Hermione asked quietly, looking pensive.
"Nothing that we know about," Lupin assured them. "But we're not saying to not to be careful. You must be careful at all times."
"But what about Snape?" Ron sputtered in confusion. "He-"
"Snape's a slimy git," Sirius interrupted darkly. "But he's on our side. No matter how much I wish he weren't so I could-"
"Sirius," Lupin warned and the fugitive shut up. There was another silence.
"What do you think of the new DADA professor?" Hermione asked after a moment.
"Katrina Booi?" Lupin asked, raising an eyebrow. The three of them nodded. "She seems very interesting to me."
"What is it with you and blondes?" Sirius scoffed at his friend then turned to Hermione. "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering," she replied. "Do you think she'll last the year?"
Lupin's face darkened. "With this school's record? I doubt it."
~*~
After the first day of the contest was over, Draco found himself waiting in a large crowd to get out of the hall. The second half had been just as good as the first with students of all ages singing songs from all different eras and genres.
Some of the Slytherins had surprised Draco by their half decent ability to sing. He never thought them capable. A sixth year guy and a fifth year girl had performed 'Heaven' by Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald and he had really enjoyed it. Then latter a nerdy fifth year had also surprised him by doing a good attempt at 'Busy Child' by The Crystal Method. There had also been a group of second years near the end who did a really catchy song, that he found himself enjoying. 'Squeeze Toy' by the Boomtang Boys might have been a pop song but there was just this really happy, contagious energy to it.
There was a shift in the crowd and Draco felt someone touch his shoulder. He turned around.
"Mum?" he asked in disbelief as his mother pulled him into a tight hug. Draco had the grace to blush as he hugged her back.
"Happy Christmas," she said happily, finally releasing him. She stood back and looked at him with a grin. "You should style your hair like that more often. It's cute on you."
"It's not supposed to be cute," he said huffily as the two of them moved out of the line and back towards the seats. He didn't even bother to look and see who was watching. He didn't want to know even if they were. "Why are you here mum?"
"To see you of course," she replied beaming. Gracefully she sat down. "And you were just fantastic. I never knew you could sing like that." Once again Draco blushed.
"So are you here alone?" he asked, not mentioning his mother's comment.
"Of course not," she sighed. "Your father was here as well." Draco felt his stomach drop. 'Father saw? Oh shit.' "But he met up with a few friends of his and they all went off somewhere."
"Father was here?" Draco gulped, hoping he had heard her wrong.
"That's what I said," she responded with a slight frown. "Draco, honey. Are you feeling alright? You look a little ill."
'Oh shit.'
~*~
Supper Time - The Great Hall
Neville Longbottom thought the contest so far had been fantastic. Even the performances that down right sucked he had enjoyed. That is until the poor dear realized he would be going up there himself in less than twenty-four hours.
'Oh no,' he thought despairingly. 'I'm going to screw it up. I'm going to ruin the whole thing!' He worriedly shifted in his seat.
'Now dear,' he heard a voice in his head that often reminded him of what he could remember of his mother's voice. 'You're going to do just great. Better than great, fantastic! And if you do screw up, which I highly doubt, it won't matter for other children screwed up and no one cared.'
'I suppose you're right,' he thought in defeat, though he could feel his nervousness slowly fading away.
"Neville, are you alright?" He looked up to see Ginny sit down across from him at the Gryffindor table. "You look a little pale."
"I'm fine," he assured her, feeling the nervousness fighting to regain control. She leaned across the table and smiled.
"Don't worry, I'm nervous too," she whispered and patted his hand. Neville felt better, if just a little bit. Ginny seemed to have that effect on him. She just had this soothing aura about her. It was rather enchanting.
"You guys remember the plan, right?" Colin asked as he took a seat next to Ginny. Neville had always thought the two of them would be perfect for each other if not for Ginny's huge crush on Harry. And now it seemed that Malfoy had somehow come into the picture. He had seen them dancing and he knew what that meant.
"Keep going no matter what happens," Ginny, Neville and a now present Dennis chorused. Colin nodded in approval.
"Good," he said. "Dad sent the telephones this morning."
"I got Hermione to help me with the charms," Ginny added. "There should be no problems. They'll just move a bit, nothing too distracting."
Neville was quite glad that Hermione was such a nice person. He seriously doubted that they would have been able to move the telephones on their own. All they had made them do was roll over. And that would do nothing to appeal to anyone. Except perhaps a fan of telephones, but then Arthur Weasley was not a judge.
"Let's just try and get a good night's rest," Colin said as dessert appeared on the table.
"That means no caffeine. No sugar either," Ginny scolded, pulling a pastry covered in icing from Dennis' hand. He stuck his tongue out at her. She did the same back.
"We'll need to be on the ball," Colin added. "Cause tomorrow, we sing."
~*~
December 27th - The Concert Hall
Ginny did not sleep well that night. And by the looks of her three friends they hadn't either. Yet despite their definite lack of sleep all four of them were dressed and ready, standing back stage. Ginny was dressed in plaid pants and a baby tee. The three boys in an assortment of prep-shirts, ties, jammers, runners and jackets. (Neville had flat out refused to wear the smiley faced thong)
The contest had started with a bang. Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet had done a simply stunning job of singing 'Independent Woman Part 1' by Destiny's Child. They had done a whole choreographed fight scene that truly radiated girl power.
Terry Boot had then done an odd attempt at singing an old classic rock song. The song itself was quite good and Ginny could still hear still hear the words resonating in her head: "Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you." She suspected she would have to listen to the actual Stealer's Wheel version of it.
'Three performances left,' Ginny thought with dread. 'Three performances then it's our turn.' She looked at Colin and Neville who both looked a little green. She offered them a weak smile which they returned.
"Up next," Lee Jordan's voice echoed. "We have the lovely Katharine Grey singing 'Raise a Little Hell' by Trooper!"
A blonde seventh year Slytherin, with the largest blue eyes and the biggest pupils walked onto the stage. Ginny knew her as being one of the odd ones in the school. The oddest sense of humor, extremely entertaining and great to be around, despite the fact that she was in Slytherin.
"One, two, three, four," a quiet voice called from the background. Then the base started.
"Raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell!" Katharine sung out four times, bopping her head to the distinctive beat. The base went lower and she began to sing: "If you don't like what you got, why don't you change it? If your world is all screwed up: Rearrange it."
Her chorus began again with more bopping of the head and a new feature: a twitch of the hips. "If you don't like what you see, why don't you fight it? If you know there's something wrong, why don't you right it?"
The song soon ended and the audience erupted into mad applause. Ginny had a feeling that the older generation was cheering louder than usual. And they had the right being the die-hard hippies that they are.
"Now we have Hannah Abbot, Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch-Flechley singing 'S Club Party' by S Club 7," lees voice called out after the audience had settled down. "I think you guys are missing four members," he added thoughtfully as the three of them walked onto the stage.
"S Club. There ain't no party like an S Club Party! Gonna show you how! Everybody get down tonight. S Club. There ain't no party like an S Club Party! Gonna take you high. Shake your body from side to side!" They leapt about, waving their wands and making S's out of colored fire. "Ohh ohh wave your hands in the air! Ohh ohh like you just don't care! Ohh ohh there's a party over here! Ohh ohh there's a party over there!"
Once again the crowd erupted into cheers. 'One more group," Ginny thought numbly. 'Oh Merlin, I think I'm going to be sick.'
"And now an interesting combination from every house there is signing 'The Middle' by Jimmy Eat World. Let's hear it for Anny Alnanlie, Sahrah Dinet, Fleur Lenen and Sylvie Star!"
The four seventh year girls walked onto the stage, all in different stages of giggling.
"Hey. Don't write yourself off yet. It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on. Just try your best. Try everything you can. And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away," they sang in perfect unison, all dancing slightly and rocking to the beat. "It just takes some time little girl, you're in the middle of the ride. Everything everything will be just fine. Everything everything will be all right."
The cheers erupted once more and Ginny felt her face blanch. 'Oh no,' she thought in panic. 'This can't be happening.'
The curtains had been dropped as their instruments were pulled into place. Neville sat himself at the drums and twirled his sticks nervously. Colin and Dennis retrieved their guitars and Ginny stood at the microphone. A few McGuggit officials pulled about a dozen telephones onto the stage and lay them about as they had been instructed.
With a swish of her wand, Ginny got them to start moving. The phone cords would move slow at first and eventually pick up speed and agility until they seemed like they were furious snakes.
"And now," Lee's voice rang and Ginny's heart stopped. Only for an instant of course. "One of the prettiest girls in Gryffindor, let's hear it for Ginny Weasley!" People in the crowd actually cheered and Ginny went scarlet. She had a feeling the twins had something to do with that. "She along with Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey and Neville Longbottom will be singing 'Spiderwebs' by No Doubt!"
It was a simple song. When she had first started listening to the music she was drawn to rock. It was where she had first listened to the song Draco had sung. She had wanted to sing it dearly but knew she couldn't pull it off. That's when she found 'Spiderwebs'.
It reminded her of herself and Colin. Stalkers. Or at least, former stalkers. And the video had been cool, though their own telephones would not be getting out of hand.
"Remember," Colin hissed nervously. "No matter what, keep going." He then grinned widely. "And have fun."
"Right," the other three said in agreement as the curtains went up. Ginny suppressed the urge to gape. 'So many people' she thought, gripping the microphone tighter.
Neville began to play then Colin and Dennis soon followed. They were one of the few groups who were playing their own instruments. Though they had to magically induce the trumpets and other brass instruments.
"You think that we connect. That the chemistry's correct. Your words walk right through my ears, presuming I like what I hear," Ginny sang out a little timidly at first then gaining courage. The telephones were curling around her, she ignored them. "And now I'm stuck in the web you're spinning. You've got me for your prey..."
"Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking into spiderwebs. So leave a message and I'll call you back. A likely story, but leave a message and I'll call you back!" she belted out the chorus, finally loosening up. All her fears dropping away. She began to move to music, kicking as Neville hit the drum a bit too hard, making it seem intentional.
The telephones moved about faster, seeming to fight with each other. There was a lull in the music and she didn't need to sing. She observed the phones. It was then that she realized that there was something wrong. "Now it's gone too deep. You wake me in my sleep. My dreams become nightmares 'cause you're ringing in my ears," she said slowly, not looking up from the phones.
As Neville started to lay on the base they attacked. 'Oh god,' she thought frantically as they began to quickly coil about her. 'Just keep going. Keep going!'
"And it's all your fault!" she snag out. "I screen my phone calls! No matter who calls! I gotta screen my phone calls!" She began to struggle against them as their grips increased. Glancing back she saw that the three boys behind her were in similar entangled states. 'Someone must have tampered with them,' Ginny realized as a phone cord reached her arms and tried to pull them away from her microphone. She held on.
"I'm walking into spiderwebs. So leave a message and I'll call you back," she choked out, the phone cords finally winning in pulling the mic from her. She could have sworn she heard them cheer. The music stopped from behind her. The guitars removed and Neville being dragged about the floor.
The audience went mad. They leapt to their feet and cheered. No one seemed to notice the four students still battling the telephones.
"Simply fantastic!" Lee's voice rang, as the curtains dropped. Officials hurried forward and began to battle the phone cords as well. One preceded to be choked.
"Finite Incantem," Snape's voice sliced across the stage. "Honestly," he hissed irritably. "I'd dock points if this weren't a contest." He stalked off the stage.
Ginny pulled herself from the now still cords and then helped her friends to their feet. They all turned to leave but were stopped by a quickly approaching man.
"Simply wonderful!" they young man said happily. "Such expression! I will be giving you top scores."
"Mr. McGuggit?" Neville squeaked.
"The one and only," he replied with an even larger smile. "Now hurry along. Wouldn't want to miss the rest of your colleagues now would you?" The shook their heads no and as they left the stage the curtain went up.
"I'd just like to apologize for my absence," the man's voice rang across the hall as Ginny and Co went to find seats. "But I was waiting for my bus to show up and take me to the Portkey station. It was terribly late you see. When it finally did show it blew up. So I had to take a taxi. But when I got to there the stupid building was closed for holidays. So I decided to take a plane. Got held up in customs then the plane was delayed in Calgary, much to my dismay.
"When I was finally in the air, the plane was taken over by hijackers. This set us back a few hours until I finally got fed up and bribed them with a few Galleons. Once in England I decided not to take a bus for fear of it blowing up with me in it. But I couldn't find a taxi anywhere. So I ended up riding a donkey the rest of the way here. And that is why I am late. That is my story for today, and I'm sticking to it."
The audience erupted into applause and the wealthy man bowed graciously. Ginny was among them, having found herself and her friends some seats.
"Glad you're finally here!" Lee called. "Now let's continue with the show! Up next we have Cole Stolkum singing 'I'd Start a Revolution' by Aimee Allen."
One of the other Slytherin seventh year girls walked on stage. She was more the artsy type but had an evil sarcastic streak to her. Ginny had never talked to her personally but knew she was associated closely with most of the other seventh years in the school.
"Hey kids, rock and roll. That's how I lost control. Hey kids, go get high. I can't remember why," she sang out, swaying in time. When the chorus hit she began to head-bang, whipping her short blonde hair about. "I'd start a revolution! If I could get up in the morning. I'd start a revolution! If I could get up in the morning If I could get up! Get up! Start a revolution! Start a revolution! If I could get off! Get off! Start a revolution! Start a revolution! If I could get up in the morning!"
The next two groups were both groups of first years with rather high-pitched voices. The first singing Nelly's 'Ride With Me' and the second singing 'Sex and Candy' by Marcy Playground. Ginny didn't much care for rap. It was a station she avoided listening to. The meaning of it all went right over her head and the beat was annoying. She down right hated the latter song. 'How on earth did it get to be so huge?' she mused.
"And now our tenth performance," Lee's voice sliced through the applause. "It is Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley singing 'I'm a Believer' by Smash Mouth!"
The Dream Team walked onto the stage and Ginny couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculous Harry looked. 'The Boy Who Lived can face down the Dark Lord but thinks twice about singing in front of a crowd.'
The two boys were dressed in Hawaiian print shirts and pants of different color khaki. Hermione was clad in a white tank top and a brightly colored sarong. Hermione took center stage with Ron taking her left and Harry her right. They grabbed the three microphones.
"Let's go Ron! Let's go!" Fred Weasley called from the audience and the whole Gryffindor house erupted into peels of laughter. Ron turned quite red and Ginny giggled again.
Then the music started.
"I thought love was only true in fairy tales," Hermione's voice rang out to the catchy beat. "Meant for someone else but not for me. Love was out to get to me. That's the way it seemed. Disappointment haunted all my dreams."
"And then I saw her face! Now I'm a believer! And not a trace of doubt in my mind!" Harry started on the chorus. The three of them began to sway more to the music, moving about the stage as they went. "Oooh! I'm in love! I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried!"
"I thought love was more or less a givin' thing." It was Ron's turn to sing. "But the more I gave the less I got, ohhh yeah. What's the use of trying? All you get is pain. When I wanted sunshine I got rain!"
"And then I saw her face! Now I'm a believer! Not a trace of doubt in my mind!" Harry sang the chorus again. The three of them were moving faster now, seeming to get over their initial performing jitters. As the song went into the orchestral part they began to dance, perhaps a little awkwardly, but with confidence. And in the end, that's all you need.
"What's the use in trying? All you get is pain," Harry actually sung and Ginny felt a slight pang of guilt. Here he was singing this supper happy song and she had broken his heart. "When I wanted sunshine, I got rain!"
"And then I saw her face!" all three of them sang loudly, Hermione throwing her hand in the air. "Now I'm a believer! Not a trace of doubt in my mind!"
"I'm in love," Ron sang. "Ooooh! I'm a believer. I couldn't leave her if I tried."
"Then I saw her face!" they all rang out again, getting quite hyper in their dancing. "Now I'm a believer! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhh!!" Hermione twirled. "I'm a believer! I'm a believer!"
The song slowly came to a stop and the three of them stopped moving, accepting the audience's deafening applause. Ron moved quickly on the stage the and kissed Hermione. There were whistles from the crowd. And to Ginny's utter surprise the girl kissed back.
The applause got louder.
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A/N: Ok. Terrible I know. Bah. To make up for it, you can all tell me who the top 5 groups should be. Like a voting type thing. Though there really isn't much to chose from. ~shrug~ But thank you for reading it through.
So what's going to happen next?? Who will become the five chosen contestants? Are we ever going to find out what is up with Snape and Booi?? What are the student's reactions to the contest? What are the parent's?? Ahh!
Many thanks to: VirtualFaerie(Sorry about the cookies. Chocolate would be great!), Miah Tolensky(Oh, I have nothing against kareeoke. As long as there is good music), Lallie(Why a shoe?? Oh and you can't tell who I am. I know you know. And I'll give you your star in social), cgrwchick631, the person who left no name(Well sorry. Computer's fault. Not mine), sexy-sassy-sweety(Yes?), Mia-chan(Thanks, but no offence, but it's a D/G story. One is supposed to take "great liberty" in their thoughts. And as to Harry, I don't think he considers Ginny to be a friend. Not in the books anyway.), Danielle Ditto(Maybe for her second song. Thanks by the way), cat(I love them too!), oliverwoodsgirl(Hmm, perhaps), ????(Embarrass them eh? Sounds good to me), Muffy(Why thank you), leaf(Well sort of), tulzdavampslayer(Please don't cry!) and Lee Velviet(I hope they didn't disapoint, though I fear they did)
Well I am going to go. My bum of a father is watching The Exorcists, and they have just started exorcising. Twisted movie. But it seems sort of interesting. I have a feeling I'll get no sleep tonight. Took me 2 weeks to recover from The Ring. I'm such a whimp. Please review!