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Author's Notes: Heyyo! How are you? I remembered (only after I posted the Prologue) that Fanfic.net has these buttons where you can make the font size bigger or smaller! I forgot about it! Don't worry with that #4 for A/N. :0) Happy reading! Take care! Please review!
Love, Stompy_Sanji / Sanji
Chapter 1
"How about Gryffindor Rockers?" Colin Creevy suggested, as he drummed lightly on the window with his drumsticks.
Seamus wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't think so mate...how about...Ginny and the Gryff Gods?" He grinned widely, as he winked at Ginny.
Ginny rolled her eyes and smiled. This was going nowhere! It was already an hour after they got on the train and they still hadn't come up with a name for their band.
It was a tight squeeze: with Ginny (who was the lead singer), and her band mates: Seamus Finnigan (who played the bass), Dean Thomas (who was the lead guitarist, playing the electric guitar), and Colin Creevy (who played the drums), along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
After hearing the Weird Sisters play at the Yule Ball, Ginny had gotten interested in performing. She confided in Hermione, who encouraged her to sing. Hermione gave Ginny a vocal training cassette and some of her favourite muggle rock music. Once Ginny heard them, she fell in love with the intricacies of alternative music: the music, the lyrics, and the vocal range of the performers. Her favourite group was No Doubt. She thought Gwen Stefani was the best female performer and she had a great sense of style.
With her new found talent of singing, Ginny decided to sing at one of Gryffindors' victory parties. After she had sung, people were very impressed with her talent. After, Seamus, Dean, and Colin had approached her. They told her that they were starting a band and they were looking for a lead singer. They asked her if she wanted to join them. She gladly accepted the offer and with Hermione's help, they searched for the right instruments. The instruments came after the Christmas break and they started practicing at once. By the end of Ginny's fifth year, they were all professionals with their instruments and knew over 30 songs. They decided to tell Dumbledore about their band at the end of her fifth year and he suggested that they play at the Welcome Feast.
"No, no, no, that's even worse than Colin's!" Dean Thomas said exasperated, his right hand massaging his temple. "We need something better! Something that'll be on everyone's tongue!"
"Well I don't see you breaking your head, searching for a name." Seamus muttered, as he folded his arms across his chest defensively.
"Guys, relax!" Ginny said, finally deciding to say something. "We'll find a name." She looked at Hermione for some support.
Hermione smiled and said, "How about GG? Stands for Godric Gryffindor. What do you think Ron, Harry?" She asked and turned to look at them.
Ron and Harry were deep in thought, their foreheads creased, and their eyebrows drawn close.
"I got it! Phoenix Rocker?" Ron suggested, his face hopeful as he waited for their reaction.
"Hmm…phoenix…I like that word...but I'm not sure about the 'Rocker' part." Colin said, as the other two boys nodded in agreement.
"Finally, we're getting somewhere!" Ginny said happily. She thought hard, Phoenix something...Phoenix's Wings...no... something else-
"Phoenix's Tear!" Harry shouted suddenly, making Ginny jump.
"That's a good one, mate!" Ron said, nodding, while Hermione smiled widely.
"I think we have a winner." Ginny said, grinning. She looked at the others, who looked like they had just found out they won the lottery. They all nodded enthusiastically and it was settled: the name of their band was Phoenix's Tear.
"Now that that is settled, Ginny why don't you sing for us and warm up your voice." Ron said, as he leaned on the window.
"Alright, that's a good idea!" Ginny said. "Dean, want to play acoustic for me?" She turned to him and he nodded. In addition to carrying around his electric guitar, Dean also had his acoustic with him. He unzipped his guitar case, and propped his guitar on his knee. "Ready?" he asked, as he strummed a few bars.
"Yeah, which song should we do?" Ginny asked, and then cleared her throat. She took two deep breaths and let it out slowly.
"How about 'Underneath It All'?" Harry suggested. Both Dean and Ginny nodded. Dean started strumming and Ginny waited for her cue to start singing. She loved singing this song; she guessed it was because of the lyrics.
She looked around at the different faces. Harry smiling at her, Hermione with her head on Ron's shoulder with Ron leaning against the window; Colin and Seamus sitting back, with relaxed expressions on their faces; and Dean, his expression serious as he concentrated on the notes. When she reached the second chorus, he looked up at her and smiled, then returned to his original expression.
Ginny looked out the window and saw the beautiful scenery passing by. She hoped that they performed well at the Feast. She felt her stomach churning, as she thought about performing in front of the whole school. I hope my voice doesn't crack, she thought, and then concentrated on warming up her voice.
Finally, Draco thought, as he sat down at the Slytherin table. Crabbe sat on his left and Goyle on his right, and Pansy sat across from him. She smiled at him, and he just nodded to her. Malfoys don't smile, he thought, and then looked around the Great Hall.
His eyes immediately fell on the Gryffindor table, which was across from his table, and he searched for the three musketeers. They were talking animatedly amongst themselves; and, he noticed that the Mudblood and Weasel were holding hands. He smirked, that was an interesting development. Now he knew how he would provoke the Weasel this year. This was going to be a good year after all.
Another thing he noticed was Weasel's sister sitting across from Potter. She must still idolize him, he thought as he sneered at the back of her red head.
"Greetings, students." Dumbledore's voice echoed in the Hall, as he stood up. "The Sorting will now begin. Call in the first years."
The first years entered and Draco looked at each of them, trying to sort out the soon-to-be Slytherins. He heard his stomach growl softly and groaned inwardly.
"Alots, Othelia." Professor Mcgonagall read from the long scroll. A small girl with long, straight black hair walked up to the stool and sat down. "Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.
This was going to be long, Draco thought, as he sighed softly. He was famished. Especially since he was too busy making out with some fifth year Ravenclaw girl, who had come onto him, to buy something from the lady with the cart.
He had fun, watching her cry after he had insulted her after their make out session. Draco had no need for a steady girlfriend. He didn't need someone sticking to him 24/7. He didn't need anyone.
He knew all the girls fawned over him, thinking he looked like a sexy Greek God. He was definitely going to take full advantage of that. He loved being in control. Being able to make or break someone. He was lost in thought until he felt a jab in his ribs from his right.
He glared at Goyle, who said, "Sorry Draco, but listen to what Dumbledore's saying! A band! Hilarious!" He gave a low chuckle and turned back to Dumbledore.
A band, Draco thought confused, what is this idiot on about now?
"...and so, give a round of applause to...Phoenix's Tear!" Dumbledore's voice boomed happily and then he sat down. Cheers sounded immediately after.
Draco noticed that where the Sorting Hat and stool had been, instead an empty stage had taken its place. Smoke rose from the bottom of the stage and formed a thick fog. Nothing could be seen on the stage, but then music started playing. The fog started to clear and the outlines of four people could be seen: two with guitars, one behind the drums, and one with a mic.
Muggle music, Draco thought, frowning. Only Dumbledore would allow this. He saw the people clearly now. Of course, it had to be those muggle-loving Gryffs.
There was Seamus and Dean strumming on their guitars, Colin banging on the drums, and there was-Weasel's sister! What the-, he thought, as he watched her shocked. His eyes widened a bit, but then he made his expression passive. What did it matter to him whether she was singing or dancing?
She started singing and he felt the hairs on his arms stand up. Her voice was powerful yet soft, her stage-presence confident and relaxed. The only time she had ever stood out in his mind was when she defended Potter at the bookstore and in his fifth year when she stood up to him and the other Slytherins in Umbridge's office.
Her naturally red hair was wavy and reached about two inches below her shoulder. She had left her hair open and it fell gracefully around her face. She wore her Hogwart's shirt and gray skirt under her robe, which was left open. She held the mic firmly in her hands. Although she was a slim and short girl (standing at 5'0ft), she was still strong.
He watched her walk back and forth on the stage, her expressions changing with every word she sung. She paused and the music continued. A few Gryffindors whistled and Ginny smiled their way.
Then she continued singing and Draco paid attention to the lyrics. "You've used up all your coupons and all you've got left is me." Ginny walked up to the front of the stage and looked out into the crowd as she sang. Her gaze rested on the Gryffindor table.
No doubt she's looking at Potter, he thought, as he felt himself sneer automatically.
"And somehow," Her gaze left the Gryffindor table and moved on to the Slytherin table. He watched her eyes and was surprised when he saw her looking his way, well he thought it was his way, "I'm full of forgiveness, I guess it's meant to be..."
The expression on her face as she sang was so full of concentration, as if she were trying to solve an Arithmancy problem, yet passionate at the same time. He saw her blink and then look to the Ravenclaw table. He followed her gaze, and he saw that the fifth year was looking at him. He smirked at her and then she quickly turned her attention back to the stage.
The music faded slowly and there were immediate hoots, whistles, and cheers for the band.
"Thank you!" Ginny's breathless voice said, as she took a quick bow, her hair a little messy after her performance.
"Ginnyyy!" Some guys from all the other three tables yelled, and whistled some more.
Hmmm, he thought, this Weasel is quite popular with the boys. He knew that Ron was very protective over his sister, and it was confirmed when Draco saw the boy's expression. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was turned into a frown. He was obviously not pleased with the extra attention his little sister was getting from the male population.
Draco smirked. He would definitely have fun breaking this Weasel girl down. Why not? He knew he could and it would be fun to make the other Weasel mad.
"Thank you, Phoenix's Tear! They will perform again at Christmas. Please give them another round of applause!" Dumbledore's enthusiastic voice was heard. Another round of applause sounded from the other three tables and not much from the Slytherin's. "And now, I know you must all be starving! Enjoy the feast! Oh and will the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy and Head Girl, Hermione Granger, please come to me after the feast? Thank you." He finished and sat down. Draco didn't have to look at Granger's face to know she was frowning. He knew how much she hated him.
Automatically, the food appeared on the table and Crabbe and Goyle dug right in.
Draco looked at the Gryffindor table and saw Ginny take her seat across from Potter. He started to think of a plan, as he drowned out all the noise, and focused on the redheaded girl, who was oblivious to him.
Author Notes (2): This chapter was about 2,000 words! Cool, huh? I'm going to make them longer, no worries! By the way, I really like the paragraph where Ginny asks Dean if he wants to play acoustic (I'm not bragging!) I think it's because I want to be in a band someday. I guess that's why I put Ginny in a band! :0)