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Beatles do. The lyrics are in italics.
Chapter 8: song fic interlude
Hermione and Malfoy stared at each other as the band struck up a song. A song from the British past. A song that fit the situation so perfectly, Malfoy began to sing.
Little child Little child Little child, won't ya' dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby, take a chance with me.
Hermione walked towards him and they embraced and began to dance.
"This feels so wrong but so good." Hermione whispered in his ear.
"I know. I knew we had some chemistry."
"But, Ron is my true love."
"Forget Ron."
If ya' want someone to make ya' feel so fine, Then we'll have some fun when you're mine, all mine, So come on, come on, come on.
On the bandstand, the harmonica in the song vanished. Fred had spotted Malfoy and Hermione and had stopped playing. He nudged Harry. The guitar stopped. Harry nudged Ron; suddenly there was no singing or keyboard. George realized he was playing the drums all by himself. He stopped and looked at what everyone else was. Hermione and Malfoy were still dancing, despite the lack of music. Ron ran out of the hall almost in tears.
"Ron wait!" Harry yelled after him.
A/N: oh sob, sob, it's a tragedy now. Keep reading, it gets better.
Chapter 8: song fic interlude
Hermione and Malfoy stared at each other as the band struck up a song. A song from the British past. A song that fit the situation so perfectly, Malfoy began to sing.
Little child Little child Little child, won't ya' dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby, take a chance with me.
Hermione walked towards him and they embraced and began to dance.
"This feels so wrong but so good." Hermione whispered in his ear.
"I know. I knew we had some chemistry."
"But, Ron is my true love."
"Forget Ron."
If ya' want someone to make ya' feel so fine, Then we'll have some fun when you're mine, all mine, So come on, come on, come on.
On the bandstand, the harmonica in the song vanished. Fred had spotted Malfoy and Hermione and had stopped playing. He nudged Harry. The guitar stopped. Harry nudged Ron; suddenly there was no singing or keyboard. George realized he was playing the drums all by himself. He stopped and looked at what everyone else was. Hermione and Malfoy were still dancing, despite the lack of music. Ron ran out of the hall almost in tears.
"Ron wait!" Harry yelled after him.
A/N: oh sob, sob, it's a tragedy now. Keep reading, it gets better.