Title: Muggle Music
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Hi! Sorry for the lateness, but ffnet has been down for a bit . . . sorta. You might have noticed that I boosted the ratings. Never really realized how much swearing there was. Oops. Well yes, this is probably the second last chapter. Unless of course the next chapter is oober long and I have to split it into two. Then this is the third last chapter. Mwa ha ha! Another completed fic! Ok, well maybe- I'll just stop this and let you read shall I?? Oh! And a big ass thank you to VirtualFaerie for the lyrics to 'Always' and 'Lifestyles . . .' You're such a sweetie!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The names of the Weird Sisters are from the CoS computer game, if your wondering.
Muggle Music
Chapter 7
Angst Galore!
The rest of the contest had gone by well. However, there were only ok performances after the Dream Team had gone. It was as if someone in-charge had run out of ideas.
The judges took an entire night to total the scores and decide which performances warranted being called "the best". Or rather, which five performances should be deemed the best.
The results? After several pots of coffee the judges decided that Harry, Ron and Hermione, Draco Crabbe and Goyle, Ginny, Neville, Colin and Dennis, Tom, Lee, Fred and George and Hannah, Ernie and Justin would all be competing to be exempt from end of the year examinations. Cho Chang had originally been selected for the top five, but she declined claiming it had been a one-shot thing.
This meant that the groups had a total of two and a half days to figure out their second song. (If they hadn't already) And be ready for the Battle of the Bands.
~*~
T-Minus 48 hours - Slytherin Fifth Year Boys Dorm
They were in a cave. And they were trapped. Draco Malfoy had tried for what seemed like hours to find an exit, but there was none to be found. He couldn't even retrace his steps for he didn't remember how he got into the cave in the first place. He just was. And worst of all she was with him.
"I don't understand you, Malfoy," she hissed, crossing her arms and beginning to pace about. Her fire-red hair was blinding. "First you hate me, then you ask me to dance with you, now you want nothing to do with me. What is it you want?"
He had in fact told her he wanted nothing to do with her. He vaguely remembered his father's presence. That was why he had had to do it. Malfoys and Weasleys could not and would not mix. Well as far as his father was concerned.
"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice sounding distant in a way.
'To keep you safe,' he tried to say, surprising himself at his boldness. He never thought that was what he wanted. But now that he thought about it, he supposed it was. But try as he might he couldn't tell her. He seemed to have lost his voice. So he remained silent and stared at her instead. Trying to will her to see what he wanted with his eyes.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked more desperately.
'Why can't she understand me?' he wondered.
Something weighed down in his hands and he looked down to see drumsticks. Brow furrowed, he stared at them. Then he understood. He walked up to the nearest stalactite and struck it.
"Ding," it rang.
'Someone will hear it,' he thought and began to hit more. 'Someone will save us.'
"Ding ding," they rang beautifully. "Ding ding ding ding."
"Malfoy! What are you doing?!"
"Ding . . . ding . . . ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
"Malfoy!"
Draco awoke with a start to see Goyle looking down at him in concern. He looked around to see that he was in his dorm. On the floor. He looked up at his friend in confusion.
"Well don't look at me," he hissed, pulling Draco up off the floor. "You just fell out of bed and started kicking the leg." He kicked it himself to show and it made a loud "ding"ing noise. Draco's eyes grew wide.
"Bad dream," he said, trying to shrug as nonchalantly as he could.
"I'll say," Goyle responded, crawling back into bed. "Now go to sleep. The sun's not even out yet." And with that the large boy rolled over and began to snore almost instantly.
Draco stood there a moment, clad in forest green silk pajamas, staring into nothingness. It wasn't that it had been a "bad" dream, but rather a disturbing one. Never before had he dreamt of Ginny and he hadn't exactly thought it a terrible experience.
He eventually crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. Yet sleep did not return to him. He lay there, staring up at his canopy, thinking.
He had spoken with his father at the end of the contest's second day. Instead of being angry with Draco, Lucius had been perfectly calm. To Draco this meant that the man had gone past the point of anger. And it unnerved him. He knew his father knew the song had been for him.
The conversation had been short with his father stating that he and Draco's mother would be staying in Hogsmead with a few of their friends. Draco had soon found himself walking about the school halls, trying to think. It was then that she had found him.
"Malfoy," she said cheerfully. "I never got the chance to tell you how well you did."
"Good," he said darkly, looking at her through narrow eyes.
"Excuse me?" she asked taken aback.
"You heard me, Weasley," he hissed. "I don't care what you thought. I don't care what you ever thought. I don't want to have anything to do with you."
Her eyes went wide and for a brief instant Draco thought she was going to cry. How wrong the poor boy was.
"You are such an ass," she snarled, her confused look turning to one of anger. She took an angry step toward him. "I can't believe you! I can't believe I- That I-" she cut off, seeming over come by rage. "I hope you live a very lonely life, Draco Malfoy. Because the way you blunder through it that's all you will ever be." And with that she had stormed off.
'You will be all alone you git,' he hissed at himself in his head. He rolled over and tried to smother himself with his pillow. 'And you deserve what you get.'
It was a couple of hours later before Draco miserably made his way down to the Great Hall. He knew he had screwed up. He knew he never should have opened his mouth. That he should have politely accepted her compliment. But then he is Draco Malfoy after all. And does the boy ever learn? Well yes, but, slowly. Especially when it comes to Weasleys.
He was half way across the Entrance Hall when he saw her. She descended the stairs and paused, looking at him. Her posture showed that she was tired and for a moment Draco wondered if he had had nightmares as well. She stared at him, seeming in indecision as to whether or not she should say something to him. In the end she sent him a dirty look and made her way to the Great Hall.
'Damn it,' he thought angrily. A part of him told him to go after her. Another part of him told him to screw it and that there were other fish in the sea. He told the latter voice to roll over dead and he headed off after her.
"Well look who it is," a voice sliced through the air from above. He looked up to see Weasley and Granger coming down the stairs as well, hand in hand. Potter wasn't far behind. "Our least favorite ferret." The three of them looked angrily down at him, approaching fast. He was getting this sinking suspicion that they had heard about his conversation with Ginny.
"Save it Weasley," he sneered back. "I'm in no mood for your stupidity." He turned to leave.
"Oh that's quite rich coming from you," Granger scoffed as the three of them came to the floor. "If anyone's chalked full of stupidity it's yourself."
Draco turned and glared at her. She looked back at him with a superior look that made his blood boil. 'What does she know?' he thought angrily. 'She doesn't know what it's like to be me.'
"Get you and your fake self out of my sight, Granger," he snarled, letting his anger get the better of him. Her new found boyfriend went quite red in the face. So did Potter for that matter.
She glared at him for a moment then her eyes went quite large.
"I'll have you know," she growled, pointing at her chest. "That these are one hundred percent all natural."
"Yeah," he said darkly. "Cotton."
"That's it," Potter growled. Pulling out his wand. "I've had enough of-"
"What do you think you are doing?" Snape demanded, glaring at them. To Draco's great surprise he was included in the glare as well. "I have had enough of breaking up your petty little spats," the Potion Master snarled. "You had all better be moving to that hall," he pointed to the Great Hall, "In the next three seconds or I will be taking a hundred points. Each."
The four of them looked at him with a mixture of barley contained fury and disbelief before turning as one and heading to the Great Hall.
"What's stuck up his ass?" Potter sneered quietly.
"Good question," Draco responded.
The two of them looked at each other, eyes growing wide. Luckily it was at this moment that they got to the doors and had an excuse to go separate ways. 'What is wrong with me?' Draco screamed at himself in his head. 'First a Weasley, now Potter?!'
~*~
T-Minus 46 Hours - Gryffindor Common Room
'I hate him,' Ginny thought angrily as she plopped down into an armchair in the Common Room. As soon as Draco had entered the Great Hall she had eaten as fast as she could then stormed out, regardless of the people around her. 'I hate him.'
The Common Room was devoid of people. The television neglected. No one had gone near it since the contest had ended. Ginny suspected it was getting angry. Loathing the students for neglecting it.
Perhaps she would join with it. Seek revenge with music videos and television waves. Make it so that anyone who watched it would die in seven days if they didn't help her. Malfoy would be the first to whiteness it.
'Sounds over done,' she thought darkly, beginning to drum her fingers on the chair's armrest. She wasn't exactly sure why she was so mad at him. He had simply acted his natural self: a complete ass.
He was nothing but a nescience. A git to be ignored. 'But he danced with me when Harry wouldn't,' she argued with herself. 'And he searched the crowd, just for me,' she added. 'And he looked so bloody sexy up there.'
She stopped when she realized what she was doing. 'He told me he wanted nothing to do with me though,' she tried to convince herself angrily. An image of Lucius Malfoy passed through her mind's eye. 'But perhaps there is something going on,' she pondered for a moment. 'His parents had been there.'
She had seen them on the second day during intermission. Lucius Malfoy had glared right at her and she had held her ground and glared back, allowing all the resentment she felt towards him for her one year of hell to show through. He had looked away first and she felt victory rush through her until her own parents came up behind her to congratulate her.
'I bet his parents didn't congratulate him,' Ginny mused. 'Well his father anyway. I don't know about his mother.' She was beginning to get quite appalled at her train of thought. Malfoy was right: she did not understand his home life.
"Stop thinking about it," she snapped at herself aloud. And may I just mention that Ginny never speaks to herself. But as it is a universal constant, someone always manages to hear the once in a life time occurrence. The person will then consider the speaker daft for they now have the perception that the individual is constantly speaking to themselves when they think they are alone.
"Stop thinking about what, Gin?" someone asked and Ginny felt her face burn with embarrassment. She looked up to see Colin, Dennis and Neville looking at her questioningly.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Colin asked in concern as the three of them sat down around her.
"Peachy," she muttered, putting her head in her hands.
"Forget about him, Ginny," Colin said gently. "You're too good for him."
Ginny did not respond, not even wanting to know how he knew she was upset over him.
"How 'bout we go practice our new song?" Neville asked, sounding a touch nervous.
"I don't want to sing it anymore," Ginny said glumly. When they had chosen the song she had been happy and had a similar reason to sing it. But now she didn't. 'I have nothing,' she thought numbly.
"Come on Gin!" Colin said exasperatedly. "It's what we have been practicing for over a month!"
"I still don't want to sing it," she said stubbornly.
"Well tough," Dennis said suddenly, everyone looked at him in surprise. It wasn't like the small boy to stand up to the three of them. If anything he was more a tag along. "We can't learn how to play another song to perfection in a day. So you are going to have to suck it up and sing."
Ginny stared at him, wide-eyed. He was right. They couldn't learn a new song in time. Not if they wanted to play themselves. It seemed she was stuck.
"Fine," she said huffily, slouching further into her chair.
"Good," Dennis said. "Now let's go practice."
"Now?" Neville asked. Everyone looked at him funny. He had wanted to practice but moments before. The older boy shrugged.
"Yes now," Dennis hissed. "Let's go."
"Damn dictator," Ginny hissed at Colin and Neville as they all got up and dragged behind the small boy from the Common Room.
They were halfway to their usual empty classroom where their instruments were kept when they heard voices. The four of them stopped to listen. They would have kept going if it had not been for the fact that the voices were those of three very famous wizards.
"I think the contest it going quite well," Kirley Duke, lead guitar for the Weird Sisters, said from an empty classroom. The four of them crept up and looked cautiously in. It seemed here was where the three band members had set up shop. Kirley was well known for his very feminine Muggle outfits. A pink frilly dress seemed to be his outfit of choice today.
"I agree," Orsino Thruston, the band's drum player, responded. "That band with the red headed singer had a wicked drummer." Neville turned quite red.
"And her voice was heavenly," Kirley added. Now it was Ginny's turn to redden. "Don't you think, Merton?"
"That's right Kirley," Merton Graves, the bands cello player, said in a dead monotone. It was rumored that the man had smoked one too many joints in his prime.
"Either way," Orsino continued. "That is where my vote is going."
"Either them or that blonde haired fellow," the bearded man mused. "What did he sing? Linkin Park?"
"That's right Kirley," Merton said in his same monotone.
Ginny turned to her three companions. They were all grinning and Ginny had a twinkle in her eye. Perhaps the battle wouldn't be too bad after all.
~*~
T-Minus 32 Hours - Gryffindor Seventh Year Boys Dorm
"We need a song," Lee Jordan said, pacing about the dorm room. Since they were the only seventh year boys in Gryffindor, it was safe to plot there.
"Why didn't we chose one before?" Tom Jefferson asked despairingly, seated on his bed.
"Because we're idiots?" Fred Weasley offered.
"You're the idiot," George Weasley said, dodging a pillow from his twin.
"Regardless, we need a song," Lee said, walking up to his bed and plopping down. "Any suggestions?"
"'I'm gonna be'?" Fred suggested. "You know, and I would walk five hundred miles."
"Proclaimers?" Tom asked. "How 'bout no?"
"Marilyn Manson?" George offered then. He dropped his voice: "We're all stars now. In the dope show."
"There's going to be kids in the audience," Lee said. "So we need to tone it down."
"Rob Zombie?" Tom asked.
"Same deal."
"Hemorrhage?" Fred asked.
"By Fuel?" George mused. "That's a little too emotional. I'm thinking something fun."
"I second that," Tom agreed.
"I'll third it," Lee offered.
"Oook," Fred said slowly, running a hand through his red hair. "How about some Offspring? 'Pretty Fly' or 'Walla Walla'?"
"I like 'Walla Walla'," Tom said.
"I don't," Lee disagreed.
George began to laugh. The other three looked at him expectantly. "How about Semisonic?" he asked and was promptly pelted with pillows. "Take that as a no then."
"P.O.D.'s 'School of Hard Knock'?" Tom suggested.
"Suggests too much," Lee said offhandedly.
"'Bawitdaba' by Kid Rock?"
"Ugh, hick alert," George moaned. "This is a no hick-crossing."
"'The Bad Touch'?" Fred said. "You know, Blood Hound Gang?"
"Once again, the audience," Lee clucked. He flipped on the radio beside him. Turning the tuning dial he stopped at random.
"And I'll be: Taking care of business every day. Taking care of business every way. I've been taking care of business, it's all mine. Taking care of business and working overtime. Work out." The radio rung with the sounds of Bachman-Truner Overdrive.
"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" George asked with a maniac gleam in his eye.
"I think so," Tom said, a similar look in his eyes to when they won a Quidditch match.
"No longer controversial," Lee added consideringly.
"Oh, it will so work," Fred said happily.
~*~
T-Minus 24 Hours - The Dungeons
Draco was walking about aimlessly. He didn't know what he wanted to do. One half of him wanted to find Ginny and apologize for being such a git. Another part of him was so appalled at himself that it was threatening to spontaneously combust. And yet another part of him was threatening to break out into song. As to why, he wasn't sure.
'I should have just left it alone,' he thought bitterly. 'I never should have gone near her. I never should have told father off. I never should have entered this bloody contest." His eyes went a little wide as he realized he would be going upon the stage once more tomorrow. 'Merlin, why am I so stupid?'
He rounded a corner to reveal the main hall of the dungeons. With a disgruntled sigh he turned to go back the same way he had gone. He stopped however when he hears someone singing.
"In a trap. Trip I can't grip. Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip," rang out. "Then I started to realize: I was living one big lie."
Curiosity piqued, Draco turned back down the hall and quietly approached the source of the voice. There was no one in the hall itself so he figured it must be one of the rooms lining the walls. It was a gruff voice that Draco was sure he would have remembered if it had sung on stage.
"She fuckin' hates me! Trust! She fuckin' hates me! La la la love! I tried too hard and she tore my feelings like I had none. And ripped them away!"
He came to a stop in front of a room where the singing voice was coming from. It was the last place on Earth he would have expected it to be.
Snape's office.
The door was slightly ajar allowing Draco to see the Potions Master's back. The severe man was rearranging his collection of terrible jarred things. Not an odd occurrence but it was him that was singing.
"She fucking hates me! La la la la la la la la la love!" Snape's voice resonated, banging his greasy head to every word. "She tore my feelings like I had none! And ripped them awaaaaay!"
'Who the hell hates him?' Draco wondered, then realized what a stupid question it was. A better one would be who doesn't hate Snape? He watched his professor as he pulled a small vial from a shelf. He started down at it, the man's song cutting out mid-swear.
Draco had the feeling that he shouldn't be watching so he slowly backed away. He couldn't quite believe it. Snape had been singing Puddle of Mudd. 'What is the world coming to?' he thought as he hurried to get out of the dungeons.
"Mr. Malfoy," a voice rang from above him as he made his way up the stairs. He looked up to see Professor Booi clad in robes of shimmering pink coming down.
"Yes, Professor?" he asked politely. 'Why is she going down to the dungeons?' he wondered, but kept his question to himself.
"Congratulations on your performance the other day," she said, her blue eyes twinkling.
"Thanks," was all Draco could manage. Snape had momentarily distracted him from the contest and his troubles. But now they were back and he no longer had any desire to sing.
"I really liked the song you chose," she continued, ginning slightly. "I bet your father wasn't happy."
"What?" Draco gasped, completely taken aback. "How did you know?"
"Ah," she said, holding up her right hand. "I know many things." She then smiled down on him. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, Draco. There is nothing he can do and he has no proof."
"I-" he started then stopped himself. What was there to say?
"It's okay," she said, placing a long, elegant hand on his shoulder. "Just go practice your new song. I expect to see something grand." And with that she walked past him, down into the dungeons.
Draco stood there for a few minutes. He wasn't sure how she had known but he wasn't too surprised either. He realized then who Snape hated. A person who was completely opposite of him in so many ways, yet so similar.
For some odd reason it made him want to sing.
~*~
T-Minus 23 Hours - Gryffindor Common Room
"I just don't get it," Ron hissed. "I just can't see what about him appeals to her."
Hermione sighed to herself as she, along with Ron and Harry, watched Ginny leave the Common Room. For the past two days there had been a heavy air of melancholy about the girl and Hermione could easily relate.
"Obviously something or else she wouldn't have been so upset," Harry said quietly, staring after her. Hermione wasn't exactly sure how he was taking the idea of Ginny suddenly liking someone else. She knew that if she asked she wouldn't get an answer.
"I could kill the git for that," Ron hissed, punching his hand into his fist.
The git, of course, was Malfoy. After Ginny had had some argument with him she had came back to the Common Room in tears. There was no one in there, save themselves, and the now tall red head had rushed to her brother's arms. It had been quite the surprise. According to Ron she hadn't done such a thing in years.
"I don't think she would be too happy about that, Ron," Hermione said as gently as she could. Though she loved him, he could still be quite shortsighted.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"She obviously still cares," she explained. Harry and Ron both looked at her as though she had lost her mind. "Otherwise she would not be moping about."
"She just needs to get over him," Ron said stubornly, crossing his well-toned arms. "Nothing more than that. No sister of mine will be involved with a Malfoy."
"Especially one so cocky," Harry added. "And full of himself and spoiled and whiney and-"
"I get the point," Hermione interrupted. Obviously he wasn't taking it too well.
"And I think I just got us an idea for a song we can sing," Ron mused
~*~
New Years Eve - The Concert Hall - Battle of the Bands
Severus Snape sat moodily in his seat beside Katrina Booi. He wasn't sure how it had happened but it seemed that the rest of the facility was just as much against sitting beside her as he was. Either that or someone was going to pay.
He turned around in his seat for the tenth time that day to look back at the audience. The judges and professors had a seat near he stage which made it difficult for Snape to keep tabs. Lucius and all his friends were seated near the exits.
He knew something was up. He could tell by the way they sat there. And for some reason the group of men had neglected to tell him anything about it. This worried him.
"Stop looking," Booi hissed in his ear. "You're going to ruin everything."
Snape turned and glared at her. "How am I going to ruin it if I don't even know what's going on?" he hissed, narrowing his black eyes.
The blonde put her face into a pout. "Aw, poor Snapeypoo was left out of the loop? How does it feel to be ditched by your only friends?" She made the word "friends" sound like a swear.
"They are not my friends," he spat at her. Merlin how he hated her. "And don't call me that," he added.
Booi stated back at him measuringly, blue eyes seeming to penetrate his skull. After a moment she seemed satisfied with what she saw. She smirked at him.
"Good to hear," she drawled. "Now watch the students."
Snape turned to regard the stage in disgust. The group of Hufflepuffs had just completed singing 'Bizarre Love Triangle' by Stabbing Westward. To him it had sounded terrible and he questioned the sanity of the judges. But then the fact that one had been absent half the time and the other could only say: "That's right, Kirley," didn't help his assumption much.
"Up next we have Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley singing 'Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous' by Good Charolette," Booi's voice rang across the hall. She was filling in for the Jordan boy for he was one of the finalists.
Snape glared at the three students as they walked onto the stage. 'Couldn't even come up with good outfits,' he thought callously, assessing their ensembles. They were dressed in cocky looking prep clothes, covered in cheap looking cloaks and gaudy jewelry.
"Ya' only see it on T.V. Read it in the magazines. Celebrities that want sympathy," Ron Weasley's voice greeted his ears. "All they do is piss and moan inside the Rolling Stone. Talking about how hard life can be."
The three of them were doing much the same thing they had done the first time round. They were moving more to the music than dancing to it. They were taking turns signing. All they had done was mix up the order. Snape hoped they got docked marks.
"I'd like to see them spend the week. Livin' life out on the street." Potter's voice now. Snape held back a nasty remark. "I don't think they would survive."
"But they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoes. I think they'd stumble and they'd fall," Granger sang out. "They would fall. Fall . . ."
"Lifestyles of the rich and the famous. They're always complainin'. Always complainin'," the three of them sang loudly. Then they began to do something Snape had not expected: They began to take off the gaudy jewelry and toss them about as though it were nothing. There were gasps from the crowd. Snape realized that they must have been transfigured objects courtesy of Granger. He did not join the crowd. "If money is such a problem, well they got mansions think we should rob them."
"Well did you know when your famous you could kill your wife," Potter sang. "And there's no such thing as 25 to life as long as you got the cash to pay for Cochran."
"And did you know if you were caught and you were smokin crack," Weasley's voice rang out once more. 'If only I could catch them smoking crack,' Snape thought bitterly. 'Expulsion.' "And McDonald's wouldn't even wanna take you back, you could always just run for mayor of D.C." 'Now that would be a scary thought,' Snape mused. 'One of them in charge of a city. But then . . .' he stopped himself before he went too far.
"Lifestyles of the rich and the famous. They're always complainin'. Always complainin'," they once again rang out together. Now taking the cloaks off and swishing and throwing them about. "If money is such a problem, well they got mansions think we should rob them."
The song continued on this way till the end. The Dream Team repeating themselves over and over. 'Damn kleptomaniacs,' Snape thought. The three of them flung the transfigured objects to the crowd who proceeded to go wild. 'Oooh,' Snape thought sarcastically. 'Harry Potter memorabilia. Where's mine?' He made to look behind himself once more. Booi sent him a death glare and he restrained himself, opting to be distracted by the next performance.
"And now, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle will be performing 'Always' by Saliva," Booi said into the microphone before her, all the while eyeing Snape. Snape paid attention to the stage however. He was quite fond of this blonde student. He would have been proud to call him his own if he had been his son.
The skinniest of the three fifth years made his way to the microphone. The other two picked up a guitar or sat down behind a set of drums. Snape cringed at the thought of the two of them beating on the instruments. His fears were silenced however when one struck a drum and no sound issued forth. They were just going to pretend to play.
"I hear a voice say "Don't be so blind". It's telling me all these things that you would probably hide," Draco sang. He barely moved, just stood where the microphone hung and sang into it. Snape had a feeling he hadn't known his father was in the audience the last time. Now he did. "Am I your one and only desire? Am I the reason you breathe? Or am I the reason you cry?"
Snape chanced a look back, despite Booi's look of disapproval. Lucius was sitting there, staring up at his son impassively. Snape looked back at the boy who looked so much like his father, only with spiked up hair. He was clutching the microphone now, singing with such passion that it made Snape wonder.
"I love you! I hate you! I can't live without you!" he sang, moving towards the mic with every word. "I breathe you! I taste you! I can't live without you! I just can't take anymore this life of solitude. I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you."
"Always... always... always... always..." he chanted, swaying back and forth on his heels. The lull in the music allowed Snape to get a good look at the adolescent's features. 'He looks so tired,' he thought briefly before the blonde began to sing once more.
"I see the blood all over your hands. Does it make you feel more like a man? Was it all just a part of your plan? This pistol's shakin' in my hands and all I hear is the sound..." The base struck up once more for the finale, the other two students on stage brutalizing the instruments at hand.
"I love you! I hate you! I can't live without you! I breathe you! I taste you! I can't live without you!" he screamed, his head and shoulders moving with such constrained force, that Snape was surprised the mic had not come free from the magical bonds that held it a float. "I just can't take anymore this life of solitude. I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you."
"Always... always... always..." The song ended and the boy just stood there. The crowd made such a loud ruckus, but unlike his first performance the boy did not grin. Rather he stood there and accepted the crowd's reaction then silently walked off the stage. His two companions however were grinning from ear to ear. They stood up and followed him off the stage, stumbling as they went.
"That was wonderful!" Booi called into the enchanted mic before her. "Our fourth performance will be Tom Jefferson, Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley and George Weasley singing 'School's Out' by Alice Copper. Let's hear it!"
The crowd went mad as the four students walked onto the stage. They took similar positions as they had the first time except the fact that they were on the floor, not the ceiling. A miniature version of Hogwarts rose up from the stage. The crowd 'ooh'ed.
"Well we got no choice. All the girls and boys," Jordan sang, a grin on his face and his body swaying in time.
"Makin all that noise. 'Cause they found new toys," the twins sang, guitar in hand. Their bodies were swaying as well.
"Well we can't salute ya. Can't find a flag. If that don't suit ya. That's a drag," Jefferson sang. Then as the base to the chorus hit the four boys leapt away from their instruments and moved towards the school model.
"School's out for summer! School's out forever!" they screamed into the microphones, wreaking havoc on stage. "No more pencils! No more books! No more teacher's dirty looks!"
It was at this time that tiny objects began to pour out of the school. Little people. On closer inspection Snape realized they were miniature versions of the occupants of the building. They got onto the stage and spread out, making a break for freedom. The twins began to chase after them. Obviously they were not supposed to run away.
"Well we got no class. And we got no principles. And we got no innocence," Jordan and Jefferson sang, as the twins rounded up the couple hundred tiny people. Who, by the way, were now holding picket signs reading things like: "Liberte Students" or "We Like to be Called Little People!".
"School's out forever! School's out for summer! School's out with fever! " they all sang again as the chorus struck. Head banging followed as well as the twins jumping onto the school model and acting like monsters, ripping it apart. Many of the tiny students abandoned their picketing to run for cover. A few of the stupider students did not.
The song continued and soon the four of them were backing up towards the back of the stage. Snape frowned.
"The school's been blown . . . to . . . pieces!" the twins sand together and it did. The little model of Hogwarts blew up.
The students in the audience cheered the loudest and Snape resisted the strong urge to grin. He had always wondered, when he had been a student, if it was possible to blow the old castle up. He had never acted on it though. No, he left that to Potter and his gang of travelling goons.
"Our next performance," Booi began, her voice filled with laughter. "And our last one I might add, will be performed by Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley. 'Sk8ter Boi' is the song. The artist: Avril Lavigne."
The four students walked onto the stage and took up their posts. Weasley at the microphone, Creevey brothers on guitar and Longbottom on drums. It still boggled Snape's mind as to how he could play them properly.
"He was a boy. She was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious?" Weasley's voice rang out softly. "He was a punk. She did ballet. What more can I say?" Snape frowned. Why did the girl have her school tie slung around her neck like that? It didn't go at all.
Snape turned in his seat to look back at Lucius. He took a double take.
"Severus, stop it," Booi hissed at him.
"They're gone," he snarled, glaring back at her.
"What?" she gasped, and turned around to look as well. Sure enough two rows of seats were now vacant. "Where did they go?"
"How am I supposed to know?" he sneered.
"It's your job," she snapped back. "Now let's just find the bastards."
The two of them began to look around the hall hurriedly. Snape saw nothing out of the ordinary. "He was a skater boy! She said see you later boy! He wasn't good enough for her," Weasley sang, pumping her fist in the air. "She had a pretty face but her head was up in space. She needed to come back down to earth."
"Look," he gasped suddenly, pointing to the stage.
Booi let out a gasp of her own. About three dozen black cloaked figures were making their way to the center of the stage. Three dozen cloaked figures with white masks on.
The Weasley girl was the first to fall.
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A/N: Ha! A cliffhanger! Bwa ha h- Ow! Sorry. Ok, so what will happen?? Is Ginny dead?? Well . . . uh . . . I guess you'll just have to wait until the next chapter to find out! He He He.
Many thanks to: Sad Strange Little Girl(Yes, yes he is), Xtremegrl2020(Thanks!), cat(I love that song), VirtualFaerie(Happy Hamster dance?? Uh, ok! ~grin~ Thanks again!), Gin Chan(Thanks for reading Pally! Even if you did only "skim" it. Poop on you), fyrechild(I was going for creepy ~grin~), Lallie(Ah, the fascist is coming out once more. Bwa! But yes, you truly are evil. JK!), tulzdavampslayer(I think I never should have written that fic. . .), blacktalons(Thanks!), Miah Tolensky(It is coming my dear, be patient), Never again(I know, yum), The person who had no name(Really? In person?? Sweet!) and oliverwoodsgirl(I know! I always found him so funny! Not to mention Sean's a babe ~grin~)
Thanks for reading! Now, I am going to go off and ogle my new Legolas poster. ~drool~ But before I do that, please check out Lallie and I's new collab story under the name Bitter is Better and tell us what you think!