Disclaimer: I have my own ideas, I don't still them from anybody.
Especially not from JKR. I just "borrowed" her characters. Thanks, I owe
you , JKR.
A/N I really don't have anything smart to say , except PLEASE, FOLKS, READ & REVIEW !!! I will be so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so HAPPY , if you do that way! Okay, here we go with the next chapter- chapter 2!
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The Go Must Show On
Chapter 2 : It's Showtime !
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As Hermione, Draco and Harry entered the club, they started to look for a table, which wasn't very easy job to do- it was crowded with people. The place was lightened with blue and red lights, and some pleasant Muggle music could be heard. There was a big stage, straight from the entrance. After a minute of searching, they found a free table right in front of the stage. Draco noticed that a few men were stairing at Hermione - they were practically drooling. He felt proud he had a girl that dazzled all the other women in club. Draco always had the best, and the tradition had to continue.
"I really can't figure out how did Hermione and Malfoy get together! I mean, I could expect anything but that." Harry said, while he was getting a chair for him. There were only two chairs for each table.
"Yeah, it is weird, isn't it? But, that's what made me believe in that old saying The border between hate and love is very thin. " Hermione smiled charmingly.
"And, how long are you two dating? " Harry asked. The line sounded stupid in his mind, but he had to know.
"It's a lot more than dating. We're in love for almost three years now. " Draco answered this time. Hermione leaned forward to kiss him, and Harry had opportunity to present the prove of their love. But he couldn't get used to it, well not yet - it was all messed up for him.
"Harry, I was meaning to ask you, are you and Ron still in touch? " Hermione curiously asked.
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you! " Harry responded with a big sigh.
"I can't believe that the dream team is completely fallen apart." Draco commented. There wasn't anything evil in his voice, it seemed more like a surprise.
"I wonder where is he, what is he doing ,what is going on with the rest of the Weasleys. I wanted to send you and him an owl a lot of times ,but I would always think Why don't they do it? They should be gentlemen, not me! and my pride would always convince me not do it. Yeah, Harry, speaking of it, why didn't you try to reach me?" Hermione had the expression on her face that certainly showed disappointment.
"Well, during the first year after Hogwarts I was way too busy with looking for a job. Some of the Quidditch teams wanted me to play for them, but I thought it was too soon for a Quidditch carrier. I imagined myself without a part of a nose , or without a whole ear, you never know what a bludger can do. So, I refused it. Days were passing by, I tried to get a job, and one day I saw an ad at the Daily Prophet , and I soon became a .."
Harry was suddenly interrupted by Draco and Hermione.
"Hairdresser." They finished the sentence instead of him.
"Yeah, that's right. " Harry went slightly red. Although he was a famous ever since he was born, and when he defeated Voldemort during his 7th year, and now when he became the most famous wizard hairdresser in the whole Europe, he never got used to the fact everyone knew his name, or profession ,or even his history.
"The last time I heard about you was maybe two years ago, when you won on some hairdressing contest. " Hermione explained. She forgave him for not writing, because she knew how busy he was when he was the most current hairdresser. And year by year, he probably forgot her... The same way, she slowly started to forgot about him and Ron.
"Stupid thing, honestly. I am not going to take a part in nothing similar ever again. " Harry replied.
"But Ron... I haven't heard anything about him since Hogwarts! That's so weird! I would really like to know what he became. " Hermione sighed.
"I suppose nothing worth of mention. Otherwise, we'd know that he's still alive." Draco said with the voice that sounded like he wouldn't be very thrilled to know if he was actually still alive. Somehow he never forgot that his Hermione and that Weasel. Ron,he meant, were once together. Just for a moment , Harry thought that Draco-now looked like the Draco-during- their-school. But when he brought back his smile full of loving for Hermione, the suspect disappeared.
"I am going to try to contact Ron first thing in the morning. I've got to tell him about our reunion. He won't resist to answer, I am positive about that. And I'd really like to see him again. All of us should meet! Oh, it will be absolutely wonderful! " There was something very joyful in her voice. And something that told Harry she will certainly send him a letter.
"Yeah, it surely will be." Harry agreed. Draco simply went silent this time.
And if he was going to say anything, he wouldn't be able to , because a figure appeared on the stage. The person ,probably the host , coughed a few times and then turned the microphone on, so everyone could hear him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Showtim. I truly hope you're in a mood for a good fun, tonight." The crowd went louder .
"I am glad to hear that. The first part of the evening a group of talented young people is going to amuse you. I wanna hear a big applause for ... The Brokenhearted !" The crowd now clapped .
The Brokenhearted were playing some melancholic music. All the couples enjoyed in these kind of songs,and Harry couldn't help but think about poor Lavender. He treated her really bad, and was extremely sorry about it. Then his glace wandered to Draco and Hermione - they looked like the happiest couple on Earth.
The bands were changing (The Lions, Catch The Rhythm ,The Sweet Sisters .....) and after more than an hour, the host finally said something that made the people inside the club become very silent.
"Okay, folks. Here's the moment you've all been impatiently waiting for. Only seconds are separating us from the man of the evening, should I say his name, or you already know? " the man asked, and everyone started to yell Big R ! Big R ! . It seemed like the only ones who were still quiet were Harry, Hermione and Draco.
"Who is he?" Harry heard Hermione whispering to Draco. "Have you ever heard of him?"
"No, but it seems like he's one hell of a guy. I mean, the chicks are going crazy!" he answered. It was true, all the younger women were ecstatically waiting for Big R .
The three were now concentrated on the figure that was slowly coming out of the dark. When he came behind the microphone , and the lights were illuminated him, Hermione would surely fall of the chair, if Draco didn't grab her hand. Him and Harry looked flabbergasted aswell , because the Big R was nobody else than - Ron Weasley.
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A/N I really don't have anything smart to say , except PLEASE, FOLKS, READ & REVIEW !!! I will be so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so HAPPY , if you do that way! Okay, here we go with the next chapter- chapter 2!
~*~*~*~*~*
The Go Must Show On
Chapter 2 : It's Showtime !
~*~*~*~*~
As Hermione, Draco and Harry entered the club, they started to look for a table, which wasn't very easy job to do- it was crowded with people. The place was lightened with blue and red lights, and some pleasant Muggle music could be heard. There was a big stage, straight from the entrance. After a minute of searching, they found a free table right in front of the stage. Draco noticed that a few men were stairing at Hermione - they were practically drooling. He felt proud he had a girl that dazzled all the other women in club. Draco always had the best, and the tradition had to continue.
"I really can't figure out how did Hermione and Malfoy get together! I mean, I could expect anything but that." Harry said, while he was getting a chair for him. There were only two chairs for each table.
"Yeah, it is weird, isn't it? But, that's what made me believe in that old saying The border between hate and love is very thin. " Hermione smiled charmingly.
"And, how long are you two dating? " Harry asked. The line sounded stupid in his mind, but he had to know.
"It's a lot more than dating. We're in love for almost three years now. " Draco answered this time. Hermione leaned forward to kiss him, and Harry had opportunity to present the prove of their love. But he couldn't get used to it, well not yet - it was all messed up for him.
"Harry, I was meaning to ask you, are you and Ron still in touch? " Hermione curiously asked.
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you! " Harry responded with a big sigh.
"I can't believe that the dream team is completely fallen apart." Draco commented. There wasn't anything evil in his voice, it seemed more like a surprise.
"I wonder where is he, what is he doing ,what is going on with the rest of the Weasleys. I wanted to send you and him an owl a lot of times ,but I would always think Why don't they do it? They should be gentlemen, not me! and my pride would always convince me not do it. Yeah, Harry, speaking of it, why didn't you try to reach me?" Hermione had the expression on her face that certainly showed disappointment.
"Well, during the first year after Hogwarts I was way too busy with looking for a job. Some of the Quidditch teams wanted me to play for them, but I thought it was too soon for a Quidditch carrier. I imagined myself without a part of a nose , or without a whole ear, you never know what a bludger can do. So, I refused it. Days were passing by, I tried to get a job, and one day I saw an ad at the Daily Prophet , and I soon became a .."
Harry was suddenly interrupted by Draco and Hermione.
"Hairdresser." They finished the sentence instead of him.
"Yeah, that's right. " Harry went slightly red. Although he was a famous ever since he was born, and when he defeated Voldemort during his 7th year, and now when he became the most famous wizard hairdresser in the whole Europe, he never got used to the fact everyone knew his name, or profession ,or even his history.
"The last time I heard about you was maybe two years ago, when you won on some hairdressing contest. " Hermione explained. She forgave him for not writing, because she knew how busy he was when he was the most current hairdresser. And year by year, he probably forgot her... The same way, she slowly started to forgot about him and Ron.
"Stupid thing, honestly. I am not going to take a part in nothing similar ever again. " Harry replied.
"But Ron... I haven't heard anything about him since Hogwarts! That's so weird! I would really like to know what he became. " Hermione sighed.
"I suppose nothing worth of mention. Otherwise, we'd know that he's still alive." Draco said with the voice that sounded like he wouldn't be very thrilled to know if he was actually still alive. Somehow he never forgot that his Hermione and that Weasel. Ron,he meant, were once together. Just for a moment , Harry thought that Draco-now looked like the Draco-during- their-school. But when he brought back his smile full of loving for Hermione, the suspect disappeared.
"I am going to try to contact Ron first thing in the morning. I've got to tell him about our reunion. He won't resist to answer, I am positive about that. And I'd really like to see him again. All of us should meet! Oh, it will be absolutely wonderful! " There was something very joyful in her voice. And something that told Harry she will certainly send him a letter.
"Yeah, it surely will be." Harry agreed. Draco simply went silent this time.
And if he was going to say anything, he wouldn't be able to , because a figure appeared on the stage. The person ,probably the host , coughed a few times and then turned the microphone on, so everyone could hear him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Showtim. I truly hope you're in a mood for a good fun, tonight." The crowd went louder .
"I am glad to hear that. The first part of the evening a group of talented young people is going to amuse you. I wanna hear a big applause for ... The Brokenhearted !" The crowd now clapped .
The Brokenhearted were playing some melancholic music. All the couples enjoyed in these kind of songs,and Harry couldn't help but think about poor Lavender. He treated her really bad, and was extremely sorry about it. Then his glace wandered to Draco and Hermione - they looked like the happiest couple on Earth.
The bands were changing (The Lions, Catch The Rhythm ,The Sweet Sisters .....) and after more than an hour, the host finally said something that made the people inside the club become very silent.
"Okay, folks. Here's the moment you've all been impatiently waiting for. Only seconds are separating us from the man of the evening, should I say his name, or you already know? " the man asked, and everyone started to yell Big R ! Big R ! . It seemed like the only ones who were still quiet were Harry, Hermione and Draco.
"Who is he?" Harry heard Hermione whispering to Draco. "Have you ever heard of him?"
"No, but it seems like he's one hell of a guy. I mean, the chicks are going crazy!" he answered. It was true, all the younger women were ecstatically waiting for Big R .
The three were now concentrated on the figure that was slowly coming out of the dark. When he came behind the microphone , and the lights were illuminated him, Hermione would surely fall of the chair, if Draco didn't grab her hand. Him and Harry looked flabbergasted aswell , because the Big R was nobody else than - Ron Weasley.
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