Lady Moon: #scowls # Stupid internet. It's decided to be v-e-r-y s-l-o-w today, so I might as well write this! _ I hate it when the internet does that. And let it be known that I am currently in search of a Grease Script! I'll say if I find one, but do you have any idea how hard it can be to find these things? Meh.
So… I think the general opinion was to have the introductions in one chapter, and Summer Nights in the next. THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW: Song chapters (so… most of them) are going to take longer to write, due to having to alter the words. Trust me, Greased Lightning will take FOREVER… Good thing it's not any time soon, no? Maybe I should start the modifying now…
#dodges flying objects # OK, OK, I'll stop rambling. But since I'm on the subject… #is knocked down by more #
Grease: Harry Potter Style!
Chapter 1: Grease/IntroductionsHarry groaned as he heard Dudley's CD player blasting out his cousin's current favourite song. Knowing that it was pointless trying to block it out, he decided that he might as well get ready. After all, it was his first day of his last year of school today.
~"I saw my problems
and I'll see the light
We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go too far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are - grease is the word
They
think our love is just a growin' pain
Why don't they understand? It's just a cryin' shame
Their lips are lyin', only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel - grease is the word
Grease
is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove, it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling." ~
Draco yawned as his alarm clock started ringing. The start of another day, but in a different country. As he reached for his comb, he heard someone singing along to a radio next door.
~
"We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are—grease is the word
Grease
is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove, it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling." ~
Blaise glared at his reflection. No doubt about it, this jumper made his neck look like a giraffe's. After trying to find a different angle where it looked OK, and failing, he took it off and tried a black jacket. Much better. As he smiled, a song started annoyingly playing in his head.
~
"This is a life of illusion, lack of control
Laced with confusion - what're we doin' here?
We
take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin' now that we can be who we are~grease is the word." ~
Ron examined his broomstick from every possible angle, including supine. Yep, he definitely needed a new one. It was his seventh year, and he had a reputation to keep. As he ran a hand through his hair to make it look windswept (a habit he'd developed in his fifth year), he could hear his sister Ginny singing some Muggle song.
~"Grease
is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove, it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease
is the word, is the word that you heard
It's got groove, it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, is the word, is the word..." ~
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Hermione raised an eyebrow at Seamus and Dean, as the boys threw a Quaffle (which they technically shouldn't have, but they were Seniors!) to each other. Finally, it hit Dean's head, knocking him to the floor.
As Seamus lifted the ball a second time, Hermione hit him with a book. As he collapsed, he muttered, "Hey, no fair…"
She grinned, "So's life, honey, get used to it." Then her gaze went past him to a teenager just entering Platform 9H, "Hey, Ron!"
At this promise of making up for a whole six weeks of not annoying/making fun of him, the boys leapt up from the floor and ran over. Dean started shaking his hand vigorously, whilst Seamus hugged him, grinning like mad. Ron, of course, glared.
"Get. Off. Me."
Dean pouted, though he kept his death-grip on Ron's hand, "What? You don't communicate with us for a whole six weeks and now you don't even like us touching you?"
Seamus let go of him and turned to his friend, "Maybe he's converted sexuality. Maybe now he's straight!"
Hermione sighed, "That's impossible. No one could spend six years with you two in the same dorm and not be at least bisexual."
Ron rescued his hand from Dean somewhat impatiently, "Look, I'm the leader, right?"
"Right," the three of them chorused. Every year Ron started with he same speech, so they knew exactly how to react.
"No matter what other people think, right?"
"Right."
"Being leader equals respect, right?"
"Right."
"So you three have to treat me with respect, right?"
"Right." However, this time, Hermione did not join in.
"Ron?"
"WHAT?" As you have probably guessed, Ron was not happy about his speech being interrupted.
"What about Harry?"
The red-head blinked, "Um… Er… You see…"
"Is this a remnant of third year romances I see before me?" she asked, referring to when Ron and Harry had… ENJOYED themselves in a particular way.
Ron went bright red, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NEVER AGAIN!!! FREAKY!!!"
Seamus stared, "He IS straight."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!" The leader did not agree.
Dean, meanwhile, had fixed his gaze on a much more promising target: Harry Potter, who had just entered, chatting to a rather attractive boy (LM: NOT DRACO!!! O_o).
"HEY HARRY!"
Harry turned away from his conversation when he heard the yell, and grinned. Muttering, "Later," to his companion, he sauntered over. With his normal skill, he avoided Dean's pounce, escaped Seamus' hug and grinned at Hermione, before reaching Ron, "Hey! I didn't hear much from you!"
Ron smiled wickedly, "Yeah, well I didn't get much from YOU. Where were you?"
"The beach." At this comment, Harry's smile widened, and it was obvious that some… NICE memories were associated with the place. Ron was about to ask for some detail, when the train's whistle went. The T-Gryffindors had built up a reputation around the fact that they always JUST caught the train… and that year was no exception.
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Blaise leant back in his seat and grinned, having witnessed the T-Gryffindors race to get on the train once again. Vincent shook his head, "They do it every year, but they never learn."
Gregory looked scandalised, "Of course not! They wouldn't be the T-Gryffindors if they did!"
As the train pulled out of the station, Blaise realised something, "Hey, where's Pansy? I thought she was going to meet us here."
Gregory shrugged, "She said that she was sorry, but she wanted to make sure some new kid was OK."
Vincent sighed, "That caring attitude of hers is going to get herself killed one of these days."
Blaise glared, "Hey, that's one of the Pink Slytherins you're talking about! Watch your language!"
The offending boy winced, "Sorreeeeeeeee…"
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Pansy leant forwards, looking her self-appointed charge straight in the eye, "You OK Draco?"
Draco Malfoy sighed, "Yeah, I guess. I just miss Australia and my old school."
The Pink Slytherin smiled, "Don't worry about it! Everything will be fine. I promise."
The Australian smiled weakly, "Thanks Pansy. But you won't be able to fix everything." 'Not my broken heart,' he thought to himself sadly.
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Blaise sighed as the three of them stepped out of the train and onto the platform. Over the trees, he could just see the top of the Hogwarts turrets. "Well, here we are again at Hogwarts."
Vincent grinned mischievously, "Yeah, but this time we're seniors."
"And we're gonna rule the school," Blaise laughed, "Come on guys, let's go get them!"
Putting on a pair of sunglasses, he led the way through the crowd, everyone recognising the `Pink Slytherins` sign on their backs.
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Pansy looked at her self-appointed charge, "Are you OK Draco?"
He blinked, "Hmm? Oh, yeah. So… this is Hogwarts, huh?"
"Yep. Say, are you sure you okay? You look a little…"
"I'm fine!" Draco interrupted, then, realising how he'd sounded, relaxed a bit. "No, really. I'm fine. I just… miss my old school, that's all."
Pansy smiled, "Is that all? Don't worry, you'll get used to this place in no time."
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"Hey, it's Ne-ville!" Dean said in a slightly delighted, yet strangely taunting voice.
Neville just smiled nervously and looked around for possible escape routes. However, unlike some schools, there were few classrooms set along the actual sloping bit of the stairs, so there were none. He tried to make a break for freedom, but his foot just sunk down into the fake step.
"Aw…" Ron made an obviously fake expression of sympathy, "Poor Neville's stuck! Let's help him out."
With those words, the T-Gryffindors each grabbed a part of Neville's body (LM: I'm not going to say where since two of them are majorly gay, and… You get the idea), and heaved. Neville popped out, was let go of at the very last second, and went flying down the stairs.
Once he had landed, he just sighed, 'And yet another fun-filled year begins. Thank God it's the last.'
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"Minerva? Where are the schedules for this year?" Minerva McGonagall straightened up upon hearing the headmaster's voice.
"Right here Albus. I just had my hands on them."
Albus Dumbledore looked through a pile of papers, searching for the registers, "Oh good. They'll be nice and smudged then."
Minerva grabbed another pile of papers on the opposite side of the desk to the now-smudged ones, "Here you go."
The headmaster raised an eyebrow when he saw the date on them, "Minerva, these are the schedules we couldn't find last year. Now, maybe next year you'll find the schedules for this year."
As she left, trying to work out what the heck Dumbledore had just said, Draco arrived at the desk, "Excuse me, I'm new here. I'm not sure where I'm meant to be."
Albus smiled, "Ah, welcome to Hogwarts! Do you know the school song?"
Draco blinked, "The—There's a school song?" The ever-so-slightly eccentric old man nodded. "What's the tune?"
"There isn't one!"
"Then how… What are the words?"
"Here!" Albus dumped (you guessed it!) yet another pile of papers on the desk, raising a cloud of dust. Then he did a Draco impression (AKA he blinked) when he noticed the top line, "Wait a minute… MINERVA! I FOUND THE SCHEDULES FOR THIS YEAR!"
It was at this point that a piece of choreography sure to win a prize at any awards night took place. I will describe it to you as well as I can, but it might lose its effect when converted into print.
Minerva ran in through the door off to one side of the desk, carrying (oh so conveniently) a pile of those random papers that new people have to sign.
Albus picked up the pile of schedules, thinking that he would have to take them to her, and began to run.
A random and evil student (LM: Let's call her… Fiona! Yeah, that's a nice name! Nice in-joke too, if anyone goes to my school) decided to use a spell to stick a pair of skateboards next to each other, directly in the different paths of the running staff.
(LM: Can you guess what's going to happen yet?)
The two members of staff collided, both landing on the skateboards and shooting off in the direction they had been running.
The papers Albus had been holding, which were loose, went cascading down, to the background sound of Fiona giggling evilly.
Minerva's papers, which had a gigantic rubber band around them (LM: Now THAT'S a handy use for magic. Stopping rubber bands from snapping), went flying off towards the desk.
The rubber banded pile landed right in front of Draco.
He picked them up, "Do I need to sign these?"
Finally, he turned around, missing Peeves' dive right into the desk in a failed attempt to grab the papers.
And, in a higher plane of existence, where moose are loved, muse bunnies are all locked up and there is no homework, an evil authoress named L. Moon (or Lady M.) cackled as she showed how evil she could be.
LM: Okaaaaay… Slightly random ending. However, Galadh at least should get the joke about the random and evil student.
Anyways, since I actually got reviews (O_O), I shall answer them!
Caz Malfoy: Voila! Ten thousand years later… There is more!
Moonlit Eyes: Wow. I made someone laugh! And, as mentioned above, here is more! Hope you don't mind the random ending! And yes, there is more of Draco being Sandy… It's so much fun!
anonymous: Very well, since you asked so nicely, I have continued!
HappilyBleeding: Grease is indeed a movie for all ages… Even though I get more jokes now I'm older. HOWEVER… The idea is actually partly thanks to Rosa Crouch (=PLUG=), so it's not all mine… But I still accept your praise! ^_~
Galadh: Sorry, no Summer Nights in this chapter. Did I make up for it with the random and evil student?
Aleatha: Sorry, it's no crossover, or else I'd have stuck in some random crossover section… At least, I think there's one. You are right; there are no gay characters in Grease. I guess it's not `cool`.
PANIC PEOPLE! I CAN'T GET ANY CONTACT WITH MY BETA-READER! If anyone wants to fill in, just say. Also, if anyone knows anything about where the heck she is (why does the search have to be off-line??), PLEASE TELL ME!!!
Gyah! I have tarried too long! Toodle-pip, old beans!
Lady Moon