Simon picked the papers up off his desk, and reclined in his chair. "Well wasn't that just fantastic," he announced in a rather bored way. "Ok, Ron, what the hell was that? I've seen better performances at children's parties. And as for all the red, you should know that it definitely isn't your colour." Ron sat, chewing on his fingernails and crying. Draco shot him a sympathetic look then turned to look at Simon.

Simon then fixed his attention on Neville. "Neville you were better, slightly. I enjoyed the song you sung in the first round (Neville had sung the Pussy song) but you just didn't meet the standard this round, you come third, here, have a tissue." Neville took the tissue, sighed, and sit wistfully to the side of the stage.

"Now Harry and Draco, it was a tough call, but I think I made the right decision, and I think that you will think so too. I'm sorry Draco but you just weren't good enough. Congratulations Harry." Draco choked back a sob and ran off the stage into Ron's arms, which hugged him protectively. Harry saw this and was instantly confused. "Ron? Draco? What's going on? Are you two a couple.oh my God you are, that's how Draco's negligee got to be on our dorm room floor!" Ron grinned sheepishly at Harry. "Um, surprise."

The dark figure pushed himself off the wall and hurriedly walked towards the stage, throwing his hood off on the way. Everyone's jaw dropped. He was gorgeous! He stepped onto the stage beside Harry and glowered at him, "so, you think you can nance better than me eh? Well we'll just see about that!"

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Asked Simon, slightly shocked at the blonde interruption. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. I have come to defend my nancing championship from these fiends!" He cried, rather too dramatically for Harry's taste, who was still in shock about the Ron/Draco thing. "I challenge you to a nance off, Harry Potter!"

"Yes, this is brilliant!" Cried Simon, who was becoming quite bored with the whole affair. "Whoever wins this nance off will be our supermodel!" Harry agreed, although rather reluctantly. He still remembered his obligation to Snape, and hated to think what would happen if he didn't win.

"Ok, on my count, 3.2.1.Start!" Simon called, and Harry and Legolas nanced for their lives. It was a close call, but Legolas pulled through on top. Harry sank to his knees on the stage, turned his face to the enchanted ceiling and screamed "WHY??????"