Sing me my heart back

A/N: This is my second songfic. (first to be published) and it's probably gonna turn out corny, so I'm not even gonna try and explain.

Nobody (not even the song) belongs to me or was created within my tiny little insignificant but yet in still unique mind, except for the story, which is originally created by me. ^-^ See? I did do something!

Note to readers, they are in their 6th year at Hogwarts. Okay, you're on your own now.

Chapter 1-Shock and Rock

"What the hell do you mean there's gonna be a muggle competition in our school?" shouted Draco halfway across the great hall, which still wasn't great enough to conceal his yelling.
"It's not our fault, Draco," Goyle said defensively, "our Muggle- Studies teacher suggested that if we want to understand the way 'their' minds work, we should also try to host competitions such as theirs."
"But we are ABOVE that!" he nearly shrieked, causing other students to turn around and see what the commotion was about. "How dare they even think about disgracing us with such a humiliation!"
"How about we just eat breakfast and go to Herbology?" Crabbe suggested, trying his best to calm his friend down.
"But this is still absurd!" his rage was at it's highest at the moment, "I will report this to-"
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy," Snape had just appeared behind him, with a very patient expression on his face, "what seems to be the problem?"
"We are hosting a Muggle competition!"
"And your point is?" Snape raised an eyebrow as if to challenge him to continue.
"It's a muggle competition!" he spat in his face.
"Continue to shout like that at me and it will be a docking points or a weeks worth of detention competition for you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said coolly.
"But-" Draco tried countering.
"No buts Mr. Malfoy," Snape interrupted him yet again. Lately he had been very tired at how obnoxious this spoiled little blonde had been. Now was his chance to put the twerp back in his proper place. "Come to my office tomorrow evening at 7pm, where your detention will take place."
"What?" Draco jumped out of his chair, looking at his head of house in disbelief. He was a MALFOY. Malfoys DON'T get DETENTION. "You can't do that!"
Snape spun around on his heel to look at the trembling boy in the face with a very cool expression. "I can, and I just did."
"But-"
"Continue this conversation any longer and it will be house points next, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco stared at him for a little longer, then hung his head in defeat.
"I thought you'd see it my way," Snape said with a smirk and walked off, as if he had just gotten his greatest victory.
"Damn him," Draco muttered under his breath and turned to look at the faces who had watched what had passed. They all looked off in another direction hurriedly or went back to breakfast. "Damn them all."

"Harry!" Hermione called, running across the lawn to where Ron and Harry stood, trying to find some more Wolvesbane.
"Hello Hermione!" Ron greeted her.
"Did you hear what happened today at breakfast at the slytherin table?" she asked excitedly.
"Not really, we were late waking up, so we had to run to the kitchens ourselves to grab a bite," Harry explained, also standing up to look at Hermione smile like an all-knowing weasel. "What happened?"
"Draco got detention!"
"Finally someone notices his evil deeds and twisted thoughts!" Ron said, raising his arms skywards.
"Who was the genius that put old blond and crazy in his proper place?" Harry asked, wanting to give that person a hug and a whole gallon of pumpkin juice.
"If I told you, you would either not believe me, or faint at the possibility," she warned.
"We'll take the chance," Ron said eagerly. "Now tell us, who told him off?"
"Snape did."
A moment of silence passed as this news slowly transferred itself inside Ron's and Harry's brain. Then both of the boys looked at each other as if they had misunderstood.
"What did she say?" Harry was the first to recover.
"I think she said Snape did it." Ron was struggling trying to remember her exact words that didn't even seem real.
"Snape gave Malfoy detention AND nearly docked off house points because of him." Hermione finished.

Harry was the first to faint.
Ron lasted another 14 seconds, then his being left him as well.

"Oh, and since you two have finally regained conciousness, we're gonna have a singing competition." Hermione said to them, as they slowly opened their eyes.
The both of them had missed a whole day. They were lying in the hospital wing, looking around their surroundings. Outside the stars were shining and torches were lit along the wall.
"I can't sing!" Ron said in stark terror, realizing what she had just said. The last time he tried it in a cathedral, all of the windows shattered and the priest had to go to the hospital, claiming he couldn't hear and that his mind popped.
"I have never tried it in my life," Harry said, trying to think of a time he ever thought about singing. He remembered he once wanted to try, but after the Backstreet boys came out, that idea went up in smoke immediately.
"You can sing duets you know," Hermione said, trying to sound helpful. "I've had singing lessons, so I'm really not worried."
"Couldn't we do a trio?" Ron asked hopefully.
"Depending on how you two sound."
"Why?"
"We have solo auditions," she explained, "The judges will decide if they should group people together or not."
Harry saw the tears in Ron's eyes, trying his best to hold them back. Ron was also turning noticeably paler with each moment passing. "Is the whole school involved with this competition?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject.
"Only 6th years."
"That's calming."
"Like hell it is!" Ron suddenly burst out. The thought of everyone watching him as he was on stage trying to sing brought horrible images to his mind. "Someone, please let me die!" he was crying openly now.
"Oh, shut up!" Hermione smacked him soundly across his face, allowing the sound to echo for a few moments before returning to silence again.
"What about lessons?" Harry was doing his best to keep the tension down.
"All lessons are canceled," she pouted. She had already remembered all of her new class books and had been prepared for anything but this.
That newsflash brightened up Ron's eyes immediately. "That's wonderful!"
"Of course, only for those participating."
"That's bullcrap."
"I thought you might say that."
"Now, tell us why Draco got detention," Harry asked, suddenly remembering why he was here in the first place.
"He heard about the competition," Hermione answered.
"He wanted to die as well?" Ron said with a slight note of glee in his voice.
"The title of the competition included 'muggle'."
"Ah."
"Well, get some more sleep. Tomorrow we start with songs bright and early," Hermione said with a smirk. She had an evil glint in her eye that showed she was hiding something from them that would irritate them very much if they didn't know ahead of time.
"Harry," Ron began after Hermione had left and they were alone to go to sleep.
"Yes Ron?"
"Are you afraid?"
"What do you mean?"
"Of singing."
"Turn the question like this, have a lifelong battle with Voldemort, or stand on stage with a cracking voice for five minutes?"
After a few moments, Ron finally answered. "Can I have a protection shield if I choose the option including Voldemort?"
"You chicken."
"But I'm afraid."
"And Malfoy can't stand the thought of doing something 'mugglish'. You're both in the same boat."
"That's comforting."
"Glad I could help. Now go to sleep."
"I still say she's not saying something that's turning this all into a bad idea."
"Did anything she say ever be a good idea?"
"Um, let's see, this is so hard, YES!"
"Then calm down. You'll be fine. I promise."
"And both of you are making more racket than a pair of Mandrakes in a squealing competition." Madam Pomfrey had come back to give another person some sleeping tonic to ease his pain. "That should help," she muttered, "now all of you go to sleep."
"Harry," Ron started again after she left.
"What Ron?"
"Good luck."
"Thanks Ron. You too."

A/N: Ok, so their not singing yet, but I'm getting there, don't worry. Hope it wasn't so bad, though.