Chapter 2: Lacing and Another Crane

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"Who else has signed up?" Ron asked.

Hermione scanned the list "Just about everyone...even Neville." They all chuckled at this.

"Well we better sign up," he said rather dully considering they just laughed their asses off. So the three wrote their names, years, and houses on the list.

Their day passed quickly because until they got to double potions. While professor Snape was lecturing the class on the effects of a mind-reading potion, Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco.

I can't believe he did that this mourning.

Oh, admit it... You were intrigued!

Intrigued? More like disgusted!

Fine don't listen to me...you know I'm right.

Shut up!!!

Every once in a while, Malfoy would catch him. He would wink or make kissing lips. After a while Snape realized that Potter wasn't paying any attention.

"Mr. Potter" he drawled greasily. No answer. "POTTER"

Harry snapped out of it. "What..."

"Stop staring at Mr. Malfoy and pay attention!" Snape snapped (no pun intended folks)

"I wasn't" Harry lied...badly.

"Since all you want to think about is Mister Malfoy, switch seats with his partner. Oh, and 10 points from Gryffindor for lying to a professor." Snape seemed satisfied.

Harry quickly switched seats with Pansy Parkinson. He mumbled some swear words under his breath while doing so. Thankfully Snape didn't hear him. Snape started up with his lecture again and Harry actually paid attention. Well, until he felt a cold hand on his.

Harry looked down to see on top of his own, stroking his hand slightly. He looked up at Draco. Draco smirked. Harry pulled his hand away and sat it on his lap. But Draco grabbed his hand and with slight force made Harry lace hands with him under the table.

At first Harry glared at Malfoy but then gave up. He sighed. What's even the point? He knows he will get his way with me. They sat like that for the class. Both Harry and Draco silently vowed not to tell anyone.

At dinner that evening, Dumbledore made an announcement.

"Now that everyone has signed up, I shall explain how the contest will operate." He had an extra twinkle in his eye. "A week from tomorrow, you will be called down to great hall to perform in front of the judges. The judges will pick the best of the group. Those chosen will sing in front of the school the following week. The students and the wizarding public will vote for their favorite and the top six will go on. I'll explain more when we get to that point."

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A week passed. All week long the only thong people talked about was the contest and the only thing people did in their spar time was practice. When they weren't in potions, Harry and Draco treated each other like shit, as usual. And, well, they pretty much treated each other the same way while they WERE in potions. But their hands were a different story.

Their hands found a secret hiding spot together under the table everyday during Snape's lectures. If they didn't sit in the back of the classroom they would surely be discovered because their fingers were always laced.

When the day of auditions arrived the excitement level had risen so high that most of the teachers decided not even to try to teach their lessons. But Harry had double potions first thing in the morning and he wasn't going to let a 'stupid contest' to interrupt his lesson plan.

"Open your books to page..." he was cut off by a male voice that no one had ever heard. Well no one except the muggle-borns. Hermione squealed. Dean rolled his eyes. And everyone else just stared at Hermione.

"This is Ryan Seacrest, the host of American Idol and now your host of Wizard Idol." He must have magically amplified his voice from the great hall because he was nowhere in site. "Will all the students participating in Wizard Idol please come down to the great hall at this time."

All the students in potions got up and headed down to the great hall. Even Crabbe and Goyle.

Oh that is going to be a hilarious blooper.

He chuckled as he watched the boulder-like boys waddle through the dungeon doors. Harry found Ron and Hermione and walked with the m to the great hall.

In the great hall there was a huge line of students that twisted and turned through the otherwise empty room. The front of the line was at a door leading into a smaller room (where the judges were.) Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined the END of the line.

This is going to be a long day.

After about fifteen minutes, a member of the Wizard Idol staff came up to them and gave them each a form to fill out. They gave their personal information along with information about the song they were singing for auditions.

For a couple of hours they watched the door. All of the students who had went in came out either extremely pissed off or crying. When it seemed that no one was going to be good enough, a fourth year girl named Orla Quirke came out of the room with a huge smile and a pink sheet of paper.

"I made it into the Hoggywood round!" she squealed at the top of her lungs. Three of her little friends squeezed her into a bid group hug.

Two more 4th years, Dennis Creevey and Eleanor Branstone, made it into the next round [our leading dudes and chicks are in 7th at the time.] After them there was no successful student for a while. But then it was Ginny Weasley's turn. She came out of the room and waved a pink sheet in the air.

Hermione squealed louder than Orla had and ran up to Ginny and gave her a huge hug. Harry and Ron could hear them talk about what Ginny was going to wear.

"Girls..." Ron said shaking his head.

After Ginny had left the great hall Hermione came back to her spot in line. They watched as Luna Lovegood, Terry Boot, and Colin Creevey also made it into Hoggywood. Now the rest of the student left were 7th years.

Harry was getting nervous, the line was getting shorter and shorter. Padma Patil, Michael Corner, Hannah Abbot, Susan Bones, and Justin Finch-Fletchy all made it. Now the only the Slytherins were ahead of them.

He watched as Crabbe went in: no....Obviously. Goyle didn't make it in either.

But Pansy Parkinson came out holding a pink sheet and so did Blaise Zambini. The two didn't leave. Oh no, they stayed to watch the same person Harry wanted to see go in, Draco Malfoy.

After a few minutes he came back out holding a pink sheet.

He took a paper crane out of his pocket and blew it over to Harry. He unfolded it and looked at the sketching. It was of Draco holding a trophy and Harry crying in the corner.

Harry quirked an eyebrow and mouthed the words "you wish."

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A/N: Ok how was my second chapter. The next one is underway and if you would like to see it do me a favor and REVIEW!!!!!

Next chapter will have some song-idge to it. YAY...right?

What will the judges think? What will Simon say? Will Harry make it into Hoggywood? Or will he wallow in self-pity as Malfoy performs? Will Harry and Draco realize how much they love each other? Will it go any farther than lacing fingers?(I sure as hell hope so) Will the annoying little voice in Harry's head shut up? Will the pathetic author ever stop with her stupid questions? NO!!!!