Hermione stared blankly at the boy in front of her. She had just admitted her long, hidden feelings towards Draco Malfoy, and he had admitted them back. But what now? She slowly stood up, as did he. They both looked as if they wanted to say something, something very important, but neither mouth moved. Oh please just say something. Hermione silently prayed. Then, as if there was some divine intervention, Malfoy opened his mouth to speak, not caring that his words still came out in song.

"Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream I make
All the feelings that I get
But I still miss you
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you."

            He took a step closer. His ruthless grey eyes, shining with something she has never seen before, though still cold and unkind, they held a new emotion Hermione wanted to know more about. She took a step closer as their hands met in the middle. With Her tiny hands placed against his dominating ones, she opened her mouth to speak, and blushed when her words flowing in a melodious form, escaped her lips.  

"I… was waiting all my life to know you
all about you
and now. I'm staring in your eyes in shea flour
all about you
And in our minds, it comes so easily
But theres a feeling comin over me
I want to show you,
But theres nowhere we can really be free
Everybody's watchin'
Wouldn't it be good if we could be together."

            Her eyes stayed locked on him, almost waiting for him to answer her question. He nodded his head, before crushing his lips against hers. It was then, in that dark hallway, that, for the first time in almost 50 years, a Slytherin confessed his love to a Gryffindor 

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Lavender now sat in one of the hospital wings many arm chairs. Her legs tucked neatly beneath her, a fire burning to her left, and her unborn child's father in front of her, she sat, contemplating what she was to say. She opened her mouth before closing it once again. A fresh stream of tears flowed down her cheeks, the boy in front of her looked horror struck, and at a loss for words. He had been going to the hospital wing to get a bandage for a sliced finger, when he head his girlfriend of 2 months confessing to her father that she was pregnant. Dean Thomas sat across from Lavender, so deep in though, that, when she finally spoke, he didn't even realize it wad in song.

"Think I made my mind up, 'bout time to grow up
Face responsibility
Livin' in the moment, keepin' my heart open
While I'm only 17"

"Lav-" He began, moving forward, plaaing his hand on her knee. He stopped talking, pausing to clear his throat, as the fading purple smoke drifted away.

"Everything I'm saying is coming out all wrong,
Please bear with me
I've got so much to say
Let me explain myself to you

Forgive me, forgive me not
I'm sorry for what it's worth, I know I'm wrong
Can't you see I'm still me
Are you listening?

Nothing I can say will make this right
Just give it time
why can't I spit it out?
I need relief
your sympathy." This time he realized something was wrong, what had he just sung, exactly what had been going though his head, the one thing he never wanted to admit to Lavender, that he was wrong. But by the look on Lavenders face, Dean knew, not matter how much he regretted it, it was the right thing to do.

"Everythings gonna be alright now
Everythings gonna be alright"

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Neville sat staring at his girlfriend, bluntly confused at her sudden out burst in song. After the two had managed to clear their throats of the strange purple smoke that had floated by, she had just burst out in song, not giving him a chance to speak. When he finally got the chance to, he didn't really seem surprised when it to as in song.

"My grandmother warned me against girls like you,
She said stay away from them son, you know they're not true,
All they're gonna do is put you under a spell, she told me,
When you're fallin' down, you're going straight to hell"

Pansy stared back at Neville, her face blank. She had sung to him that no one wanted them together, confessing the one thing that had been plaguing her mind from day one, and he had confessed that his grandmother had warned about girls like her? What did that mean? It now seemed that Neville was taking matters into his own hands, instead of trying to figure out why he had just sung to Pansy what his grandmother had said, he merely pressed his lips to hers, and kissed away all questions.

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The purple smoke had now taken effect on all students. Ginny Weasley and Michael Corners were no exceptions. They stood, dead centre of the Great hall, eye a blaze. Both were so angry they didn't even care anymore that they were singing.

"Beat it boy I found another
He knows me just like my mother
my temperamental sides
the reasons I despised
loving you" Ginny belted out at the top of her lungs. She shot Michael a venomous look, who shot one right back.

"I don't want you, I don't want you,
I heard you, I heard you, I heard you say not a chance,
What don't you see,
I don't want you, I don't want you,
I heard you, I heard you, I heard you say you're not good enough for me" He retorted, as Lee Jordan walked up behind Ginny and protectively placed his hand on her hips.

"So hows it feel to be hung out there
To be the one who doesnt know where
everything went wrong
And why I wrote this song
Just for you

You used to be my happy ever after
but now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected" Ginny screamed, in a musical sort of way. She shot Michael one more malicious look before turning and walking out of the room, hand in hand with Lee. As they exited the great hall, she heard Michael yell after her,

"I know that I'm not fitting in with you,
and your stuck-up friends, I get the point"

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Professor Snape stood in front of Harry and Ron. Point his wand at then he muttered "Endyum Songum."

"NOW SPEAK!" He yelled. Harry and Ron launched into their story, explaining about exactly what happened, about the smoke, and about the singing. Snape stared at the blankly.

"You two, this… this may be the thing I finally need to get you to expel-"

"Now Severus" came a voice from the door, "There will be none of that." Just then Albus Dumbledore entered the room. Placing a withering hand on each of their shoulders, he added.

"I'll ask that you gather the purple smog that has been affecting my student Professor, I shall take these boys with me." Dumbledore and the two guilty looking boys exited the room, leaving Snape to mutter furiously to himself.

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A quick spell was all that was needed to gather the smoke. Another quick spell put all student back to normal, well… no more singing anymore. The students were all sitting at their respected tables, some gazing longingly at those who they have a new found romance with, others, gazing horrified at their plates.

Dumbledore stood up and made the dinner's usual announcements.

"Finally, a word from our Potions master" He concluded. Snape stood up, he opened him mouth, and much to his horror and the amusement of him students, he said,

"Get down
Get down
And move it all around."    

 Hey everyone!! I so glad that you liked the first ch. I actually had no intention to continue… but you all asked for it so here it is… the concluding ch. To Musical Confessions... I hope you like the ending... cause I don't. 

HELLS ANGEL