"Draco Malfoy" Simon's bored voice rang out through the Great Hall and Draco stepped onto the stage, he cleared he throat, raised the magical microphone to his lips and began to sing.

"Staring at the sea,
will she come?
Is there hope for me?
After all is said and done.
Anything at any price,
all of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life,
all of this for you."

He looked at Ron as he sang, and when he finished his song he turned to look at Simon, who looked.unimpressed. Draco was the last act for the day.

"I've seen only two acts that are even mildly good today. But, as I have to put 4 of you through to the next round, I'm forced to dig from the bottom of the barrel: Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley." Simon sighed and turned towards the not so fortunate ones "Miss Granger, what the hell were you thinking? Tea? Although I'm amazed as to the diversity of that particular beverage, as illustrated in your 'song', that is definitely not supermodel material. You all should have tried harder."

Hermione was pissy for the next few days, but Harry and Ron were both pretty happy. Harry had a few more encounters with Snape, but nothing drastic, just some girly flashbacks of nights at home talking with friends over a cup of pumpkin juice, and things like that.

The next round in the competition was the swimsuit contest. Harry, Ron, Draco and Neville were to nance around on stage in the sexiest swimsuit they could find, in hopes of impressing the unimpressible Simon.

Harry lugged his books down the corridor, he had been studying in the library, and was returning to the common room for the night, when he heard it for the first time. "Harry.Harry.I know what you're doing, stop trying, you can't save him now.no one can save him now."

Harry looked around frantically, looking for his tormentor, he missed the girl standing in the corner, wearing wall patterned clothing, and covering her eyes with her hands, like little kids do. Because if they can't see you, then you can't see them. Stupid isn't it. But hey, it worked on Harry.

He ran as fast as he could back to the common room, spluttering the password "National Economic Development" at the Fat Lady. She swung out of the way revealing the entrance. "Ron!" yelled Harry, "Ron, I'm hearing voices in the walls, they know things about me, things that no one else knows, I dunno what's going on!" "Ok, um, neither do I. Maybe if you leave them alone they'll go away?" "Not helping, Ron! But maybe you're right, if I just ignore them they might go away." "I'm going to bed, night Harry." "Night Ron"

It was the day of the swim suit final, today the supermodel would be found, it usually would have taken longer but due to Hogwarts' general lack of enthusiasm, hardly anybody entered, and well, you can't have a competition without contestants can you? Simon walked in, supporting his usual happy face. "What are you going to subject me to today?" he asked in a rather unimpressed way.

The school started to file into the Great Hall. "Oh crap, the whole school is going to see these failures?" Simon thought "God have mercy."

The chatter disappeared when the lights went down and Neville appeared on stage, dressed in a ridiculous 60's bathing suit.it was baggy.and it had stripes.but everyone seemed to love it. Neville paraded around the stage, rather haphazardly, but still it was parading and that's all that really mattered. His little number ended and he left the stage with a wave and blew a kiss to the audience, about three girls fainted and had to be taken to see Madam Pomfrey. But on with the show. Ron was next, he had chosen a slightly more revealing ensemble, a bright red women's one piece. It clashed with his hair horribly, honestly that boy had no fashion sense. He paraded and spun, he wasn't as impressive as Neville, but he had set a high standard.not fair really. Ron was cheered off the stage in a shower of red roses, which also clashed with his hair. To the colour-blind person it was a brilliant performance.

Draco stood to the side of the stage wrapped in a blanket. The lights went down and he stepped onto the stage, dropping the blanket, the spotlight illuminated his lithe form and he began to nance around the stage in his cute little black tankini in a way that can only be described as 'Malfoy'.

Simon raised an eyebrow, he may be impressed, now that would be something! Oh well, if he's not, then points for effort Draco darling. With a final twirl and a nance Draco left the stage. The crowd cheered, they seemed to like his performance.

It was Harry's turn, and he knew that he would have to give the best performance of his short life. Once again the lights went down and he took his position on the stage, Firebolt clutched firmly in hand. The infectious beat of 'Sadie the Cleaning Lady' began to fill the hall and the stage lit up. Throwing off his robe to reveal the skimpy pink bikini underneath, Harry stepped into the light, leaned his Firebolt over in the same way that someone would if they were dancing with a hat stand, and nanced his little heart out.

The crowd went wild! Harry nanced his final nance and looked out to the audience, hugging a huge bouquet of roses (which had been thrown at him). "Thank you," he said, eyes sparkling, "I love you all!"

A solitary figure reclined against the wall. A large, dark hood pulled over his head, shading his face. He folded his arms against his chest and sank further into the shadows.