Hey you all. Ya'll. Er...yeah. People wanted me to update this...and so I shall! And I decided to
make this a huge D/H fic! Huh? Oh yeah! PWA!!! Okay, here are a few things first off :
-This is a song fiction. Every chapter has a song in it- and they are probably gonna be about
Draco/Hermione. I might make a few about Ron being jealous of Draco/Hermione, or one about
Harry/Ginny- I ain't too sure right about now. But I do know that this is DEFIANTLY a DM/HG
fic. SO GET USE TO IT, ALL YOU NOT DM/HG FANS OUT THERE! Personally, I think Ron
and Hermione were made for each other, but those stories wouldn't have anything interesting in
them. No angst, no worries. Just bickering and arguing. *sigh* Anyway, next order of business.
-~*~*~*~*~*~I HEAR-BY DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO KrAzYkEyZ BECAUSE SHE
WAS MY VERY FIRST REVIEWER!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~
***Confetti falls all over the place, and a bunch of balloons get caught in a net above everyone's
heads. I cough loudly, and someone goes up and gets them all unstuck-so a bunch of balloons
fall everywhere.*** Erm.. *ahem*... well, there is not gift, sorry , but you do get yoru name in
the middle of lots of really cool little asterisks and swirly things... that has gotta be pretty cool!
Disclaimer Thingy: Okay- If I owned Harry Potter, would I be writing fan fictions about it on
FF.net? I don't think so. And sorry for the OOC ness... guess I had to kinda do it this way... And
'Wake Me Up Inside' is by Evanescence. And 'I Don't Give a Damn about my Bad Reputation'
belongs to Joan Jet. (Want to know something cool I just found out? If you are reading any
romance story, listen to the 'Love Theme' from Star Wars Episode 2-attack of the clones. It
makes it seem so much more romantic!)
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"The Try-Outs"
The only bad thing was that it couldn't stay like that. It took them a moment to notice, but when
they looked out into the crowd, almost everyone was giving them a standing ovation. Hermione
couldn't tell whether or not anyone believed that this was real, or just another part of the act. But
either way, she liked it! She and Draco bowed, laughing, and walked off the stage to hoots from
the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table. The Slytherin table was applauding, but only because they
thought Draco would kill them if they didn't. The Gryffindor table laughed as they applauded,
telling each other about how they thought something was wrong with Hermione the past few weeks.
"She seemed, so-so HAPPY!" Lavender was telling everyone who would listen. "Whenever we
use to go to bed, she would pull out a book, and close her curtains. But for the past few weeks,
she wouldn't even get back till late!"
There were only two people who seemed to have not moved since Draco had started to sing.
"Hmm... Well, I thought something was wrong with her, but I never expected this, eh Ron?"
Harry asked, a smile playing at his lips. Ron didn't respond. He had already done his song, and
had come back to sit with Harry.
"Ron?" He asked again, his smile fading. Ron just looked up at him, his face a bit redder than
normal. He glared at Harry for a few moments, than grabbed his stuff, and raced out of the Great
Hall, extremely pissed.
"Uh-oh. This can't be good." Harry muttered to himself.
"Yep. Crazy, isn't it?" Harry looked up to see Fred and George, who were apparently answering
his rhetorical statement. " Those two together? Never would have expected it, eh mate?" Fred
asked, glancing at the couple now leaving the great hall together. All the tables (except Slytherin)
were now hooting madly, grinning, and clapping.
"Nope, never in a million years! I thought she hated him!" George said, "Well, anyway, sucks to
Ron."
Fred and George laughed, and were about to leave, when Harry grabbed Fred's arm.
"What? What sucks to Ron?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? You didn't know, Harry?" George asked, looking at his brother. It was as if they had been
waiting to tell someone who didn't know already for AGES. "Ron's loved Hermione since second
year!"
Harry's heart fell. He had always thought so, but he had never actually thought Ron had admitted
it to himself.
"Yeah!" Fred continued for his twin, "We read his journal! Mum made him write one when he
started getting sad during the summer. It never occurred to her he was just tired.... anyway, turned
out that after Hermione got petrified, Ron, and I quote, 'felt something I hadn't before'. He
thought she was going to die!"
The twins laughed.
"Hey, that reminds me Fred. We haven't checked little Ronnikin's journal in a while, have we?"
George wondered out loud. Fred grinned and the two of them walked away, sporting that evil
little smile they always had when they were about to do something wrong.
Harry looked at the doors, where Hermione and Draco had already walked through. He decided
he would tell Hermione about Ron. If he didn't, he was sure Ron would do something drastic.
~*~*~*~
Across the hall, there stood the only other person who had absolutely loathed this pairing.(No not
a reviewer!) Pansy Parkinson sat at her table, fuming as the pair left the Great Hall to such applause.
"He-was-mine. Draco-loved-me. Damn mudblood-kill-blood..." she mumbled, gritting her teeth,
watching as the two kissed and walked out the doors to the hallway. There had to be a way to get
them separated. She could have an affair with Draco, than tell Hermione. No... too cliché. Plus,
Draco would never even touch her, never mind do THAT. She could kill Hermione! No... there
was no use in going to Azkaban just for Draco. She wasn't in love, just very revengeful. God,
there had to be SOME way to get the two in tro----
"AHA!" She shouted out loud, and it made the people around her jump. She grabbed her bag, and
ran past everyone else. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She had to be the stupidest person
alive. The only person Draco had ever listened to was the same person who would kill him for
this. Pansy raced up to the owlry. There was only one person who Draco had ever feared. He had
told Pansy stories about this man. About how horrible it was to live with him. About how he
would hit Draco for anything he did wrong. As Pansy got out her pen and parchment, she grinned
to herself. Draco would be knocked unconscious for this, maybe even killed. She started to write:
Dear Mr. Lucius Malfoy...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry raced to catch up to his old friend.
"Hermione!" He called. She didn't hear him; she was too busy kissing Draco good-bye. Harry tried
to get her attention, but the couple was locked in a passionate kiss. He sighed, and looked around.
For a moment, he was only biding his time until they broke apart. But as he was looking, his eyes
fell upon a statue. It wasn't the statue that caught his eye; it was the red hair sticking out from
behind it. Ron.
Harry walked over to talk to him, but before he could, Ron stood up to get a better view. His eyes
were beet red, and his cheeks were wet. Harry had never seen Ron cry before. In fact, he couldn't
remember a time when he was even sad enough TO cry... well, there was the time in his second
year when Ginny was taken, but that was past tears. That wasn't even sadness... it was total
depression. He was pulled out of his thoughts as Hermione and Draco pulled out of their kiss.
Harry walked a bit closer, hoping to get to Hermione before Ron got to Draco.
"I love you, Hermione Granger." Draco whispered, his forehead against hers.
Harry looked at Ron, who seemed to have gotten angrier. His face was now blotched with white,
as the color was slowly draining out of it. Hermione looked deep into Draco's eyes, and replied.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy." She whispered. Ron's face had drained of all color, and he was
now looking as though someone had just foretold his death. On the contrary, Draco looked as if
he had been given the best present in the entire world. He picked Hermione up by the waist, and
spun in a circle. Hermione laughed as Draco brought her down again. He kissed her once more,
passionately as ever, and twirled his finger in her hair.
"I don't want to leave you. Tonight was too wonderful." He said, gazing into her eyes.
"Ah, but you never will leave me!" Hermione said, in a mocking voice. She was obviously
quoting something they had both seen in a movie, because Draco laughed. "I will always be in
your heart.*her voice grew serious* I will always be with you. I will always love you." She said,
now whispering again. Draco kissed her once more, when there seemed to be an explosion behind
Harry. He looked over his shoulder, to see that the Great Hall was now exiting.
"Until tomorrow, my love!" Draco called sarcastically, being swept away by the Slytherins.
Hermione laughed, and blew him a kiss. Draco's face disappeared into the sea of students, all
talking about that night. Harry practically swam his way over to Hermione, the only person still
standing in one place.
"Hermione! HERMIONE!" She looked over, and waved to Harry.
"Harry!" She said, giving him a huge hug. Harry just looked around uncomfortably. He didn't
want Ron to see this, or he might be next on his kill list.
"Did you see? Did you see? Oh, of course you saw! You were there! Oh, Harry! Isn't this
wonderful?" She asked. Harry turned red.
"Um, yeah. It's great. Hermione, can I talk to you?" Hermione nodded, as Harry pulled her
through the crowd into an empty classroom.
Hermione did some kind of twirl thing as Harry closed the door, and sat down in a chair, beaming.
"What is it that you wanted, Harry?" She asked. Harry felt horrible about ruining her perfect
mood, but it was either this or tomorrow she would find Draco dead on the ground and Ron
laughing manically next to him.
"Err... H-Hermione? I-I think you need to know something. Its-its about Ron."
Hermione looked at him. "What about Ron? He hasn't hurt himself again, has he?"
"No-no, he hasn't hurt himself. Nothing like that... its just that, well..." he trailed off to look at the
wall behind Hermione.
"What Harry?" She asked impatiently.
"He-he likes you. Like, really, really likes you. Ron- Ron loves you, Hermione."
She sat there for a moment, not quite letting it sink in. Her face slowly turned whiter and whiter
until she could have blended in with a cloud.
"He-he l-loves me?" She whispered, so quiet that Harry barely heard her.
"Yeah." He answered. Hermione just kind of looked at the wall.
"Um... what do I do?" She asked Harry.
"Err... I dunno. Just make sure he doesn't kill Mal-er, Draco, I suppose. He's hated Mal- er, Draco
all his life, you know. Hated his family and everything. Now the girl he likes, and his best friend,
is dating him? How would you feel?"
Hermione just looked sideways. "I'm not going to break up with him, you know."
"I know! I know! And I- I don't expect you to, its just- I guess it's a warning. Be careful how much
you do around Ron, I guess. He was watching you tonight, after you got off the stage, you know."
"He was? From where?"
"Behind a statue."
"Oh. Oh no... well, I really have to go, Harry." She said suddenly. She grabbed her things, and ran
out the door, and raced back to Gryffindor Tower.
"She better have a plan..." Harry thought, following her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been three weeks since that night, and Hermione and Draco were doing fine. Apart from
Snape now treating Malfoy like a piece of crap, that is. Ron, for some strange reason, was talking,
although he had stayed in his bed the entire day after Karaoke night. Now, though, he seemed to
be able to talk, although he didn't pay much attention to Hermione, and completely ignored
Malfoy. Malfoy had tried to talk to him, but Ron had hated him BEFORE the whole 'Hermione'
thing, so everyone doubted that would help much. Harry was having a hard time adjusting to
talking to Malfoy, who was also having a hard time adjusting to talking to Potty. All in all, the
three boys didn't talk to each other much, Ron preferring not to talk whenever Malfoy came
around, and Harry preferring to talk to Hermione over anyone else. Oh, and Pansy was preferring
to just sit and take notes all day, glancing up at Draco and Hermione frequently. It was all very confusing.
But for the moment, Hermione Granger didn't really care much about any of that. She was
walking down the hallway, her hand in the hand of Draco Malfoy, laughing and joking. As she
walked, she noticed a group of people all looking at a poster.
"Oh god..." Draco mumbled next to her, "not another poster..."
She looked him perplexed, but walked up and read the poster.
"Draco!" She said, coming back to stand next to him. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Hmm, let me guess. Another Karaoke night. Hum?"
"No! Even better!" Hermione said, grinning just to spite Draco. "A play!"
"A what?"
"A play! 'Beauty and the Beast'! I've loved that movie since I was little."
"Oh have you? Congratulations." Draco said, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Hermione
shrugged.
"Yeah. Try outs are tomorrow night. I'm going."
"Like I said congra- WO, what?"
"I am trying out for the play."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I don't know, just to be spontaneous, I suppose."
"SPONTANEOUS? That play won't take place for months!"
"Actually, we have four weeks."
"Four weeks?! To memorize lines? I don't think so."
"Aww," Hermione teased, "Little Draky-Waky scared of memorizing a foo itsy- bisty wines?"
"No, little Draky-Waky is scared of making a fool of himself in front of the whole school."
"Oh, c'mon! You did it before!"
"Yeah, but that was to win YOU over! Big difference. I won you, and now I am trying to gain
back my respect."
"Fine. I never asked you to be in it anyway! I am trying out tonight."
"Fine!"
"Fine!" Hermione scowled, turned away from Draco, and smiled to herself. "I knew you wouldn't
want to. You've never been too good at memorizing in short periods of time, have you?"
"Wha- exCUSE me?" Draco asked, walking forward. His honor had just been insulted!
Hermione wiped the smile off her face and spun around to face Draco. "I was just thinking about
how no matter where it has been, I have been better than you at memorizing. Transfiguration,
Herbology, Arithmacy, Muggle studies, even Potions! I've always been better than you because I
am much better at memorizing things. I can see why you wouldn't want to have to memorize such
important things in such a small amount of time, and believe me, I don't blame you at all-"
"I'll have you know!" Draco interrupted, seriously. "I'll have you know that I am very good at
memorizing things in a short amount of time! I memorized those song lyrics in less than three
hours! And I am getting a MUCH higher grade in potions than you! Well, I was... than Snape
found out about us, and well..."
"Yes, that was the only reason you got better grades than me in Potions! Because you were a
muggleborn-hating Slytherin, that's why! Face it, Mr. Malfoy, I am smarter than you!" Hermione
said, starting to think that starting this argument wasn't such a good idea.
Malfoy looked at her, his eye's blazing. "Face it? Face WHAT? I am much better than any
muggleborn, Granger! And I will prove it!" He screamed. His eyes were now back to their normal
evil-gray color, and the people in the hallways were turning to watch them.
"I'd like to see you try, Malfoy! If you can't even correctly do a play in Quidditch, how will you be
able to do a REAL one?!?" Hermione retorted, referring to his big mistake in the last Quidditch
game. There was a hush. Everyone knew not to insult Draco on his Quidditch skills... it was
known to most that his father had beaten him for his previous mistake. Hermione took a breath.
Stupid mistake. Very stupid...
"OH, I WILL! YOU WAIT AND SEE, MUDBLOOD!" He bellowed. Draco glared at her. Why he
had ever done anything to get her attention, he had no idea. He glared at the on looking crowd,
than turned and marched his way through the crowds. Hermione's face went white.
"Bastard!" She whispered, "HOW DARE YOU! I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" She
screeched, her face now screwed up in anger as she spun around and raced back to the Gryffindor
tower. All the Slytherins who had been watching were now applauding. Fred and George were
holding bets with the Gryffindors to see who would get the best part in the play, Lee Jordan had
bet twenty galleons on Hermione already. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were just interested to
see a fight between the famous couple. Harry Potter seemed to be the only person who wasn't
joining in on the fun, as he raced off to find Hermione.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"'Face it Mr. Malfoy, I am smarter than you!' Like hell she is!" Draco Malfoy thought angrily,
once back in the Slytherin common room. He had stolen some first year's script, and was
practicing the lines needed to try out for 'The Beast'. But he couldn't concentrate. That damned
Hermione kept appearing in front of his face whenever he tried to do anything. After about half
an hour of trying to memorize, he threw down the script and kicked it. Some first year came and
picked it up. He brought it up the stairs, obviously heading to Malfoy's room.
Draco had to admit, all the Slytherins had been a lot more respectful to him now that he and
Hermione had a fight. No more glares as he walked past, no more whispering he had to ignore. Of
course, no one actually spoke to his face about it though, or made fun of him, because he was a
Malfoy. Everyone had learned, one way or another, that you did not mess with the Malfoy family.
If you did, you would usually end up in big trouble, or dead.
Draco looked furiously around the room.
"What!?!" He snapped at a group of second years who had been watching him. They all went
white, shook their heads and ran away. Draco glared after them. He sneered at some first year girl
for no apparent reason. She snapped her head forward and walked back to her friends. Draco
watched her, and saw a tear fall down her cheek. His heart fell a moment, and his face went soft.
But as fast as the look had come, it left.
As he picked up his things, he saw a group of kids laughing about something.
"What's so bloody funny?!?" He snapped at them, thinking that if he couldn't be happy, neither
could they. The boys put the pad of paper away very quickly. Draco glared at one of them, and
held out his hand.
"Give it to me."
No one moved.
"GIVE IT TO ME, GOD DAMMIT!" he screamed, his face not showing the slightest change.
One of the boys slowly reached into his pocket and handed Draco a pad of paper. Looking it over,
he could tell that they had also been placing bets on who would get the better part. Draco nearly
exploded, but instead, calmly took the pad of paper, and put it on the table. He took his wand, and
muttered something under his breath. The pad of paper turned into a snake. It looked up at Draco.
Draco sneered, as the snake slithered to the group of boys. They all jumped up and ran as the
snake chased them. Malfoy sneered and turned to walk to his bedroom.
Draco got onto his bed, closed the curtains, and pulled out his earphones from under his pillow. It
was a muggle radio with headphones in it, he had placed a spell on it so that it could play in
Hogwarts. He wasn't as stupid as Hermione seemed to think, he thought as he lied down. It was
in the middle of a song that he didn't recognize. Muggle music wasn't all that bad, not that he
would every tell that to anyone else. He listened to the new song. It was a woman's voice, and she
was singing to a sad-yet-rock background. Draco sat up as the words filled his head.
"Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I've become!"
(As the lines were sung)He thought of the girl he had just made cry, and his heart fell. This time it
didn't go back to normal.
"Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me!
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life!"
(as the line was sung) He took the radio to the bathroom next to his room, and stopped before the
mirror, his eyes closed.
"Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I've become!!"
(as the lines were sung) He opened his eyes, and looked into a face he didn't recognize. The eyes
were a hollow gray, and for some reason, he was scared. The eyes held anger and hate and-and
power. Draco looked down at himself, and than back at the mirror. "What have I become?" he
asked himself.
"Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead!"
(as the lines were sung) He thought of Hermione. It was true. She was everything to him. He
started to realize how horrible his life was before he met her. His family was horrible. Where love
should have been was filled with abuse, and neglect. He looked around his bathroom, and it all
started to sink in. This, this was his life. To grow up, become a death eater, inherit the Malfoy
fortune, marry a pureblood, have another little Malfoy, and die. Than that little Malfoy would
grow up, become a Slytherin, become a death eater, inherit the Malfoy fortune, marry a
pureblood, have another little Malfoy, and die. And the cycle would go on, and on and on. His
future child and grandchildren would have to go through the same thing as him. Draco looked up
at the mirror, and declared to the bathroom, the music still playing in the background: "I AM
NOT A MALFOY!"
"Wake me up inside!
Wake me up inside!
Call my name and save me from the dark!
Bid my blood to run,
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I've become!"
As the music was ending, he saw his eyes change. The gray was replaced by a fiery silver, and
seemed to hold not anger and hate, but defiance and power. He grabbed his things, and tore down
the steps to the common room. Ignoring everyone, he dashed out into the cold hallway, and raced
up the stairs, taking two at a time. He didn't stop for a breath, but ran as fast as he could go. His
heart beat fast and furious, his eyes were filled with a lust for freedom. His head was pounding
with the idea that he could change the future of all his kin. Finally, he got to where he wanted, the
portrait of the Fat Lady. He remembered one morning when Hermione had told him that she was
late because that damned fat lady wouldn't let her leave the common room. He had figured out
that it must have been the painting of a Fat Lady, and he had walked along the corridors for the
past few days, determined to figure out the whereabouts of the Gryffindor Tower. As he looked at
it, the portrait blinked.
"Well, password?" She asked. Draco glared at her.
"Let me IN!" He screamed, pounding on her.
"Oh my goodness!!! SOMEONE! HELP! STOP THAT, YOUNG MAN!" She bellowed at Draco.
He, instead, pounded harder than ever, screaming.
"HERMIONE!" He yelled, "HERMIONE!!! HERMIONE!! HERMIONE LET ME IN!!"
The portrait swung open, and there was none other than Harry Potter.
"POTTER! Where is Hermione?" He asked, going through the portrait hole, and coming out on
the other side.
He didn't get an answer. From right beside him, there came a loud swoosh, and he was on the
ground, holding his jaw, which seemed to have been broken.
He heard Potter's voice above him. "RON! YOU KNOCKED HIM OUT!"
"He deserves it! The bloody bastard! Did you see what he did to Hermione?!? WEREN'T YOU THERE?!"
"YES I WAS THERE, BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL HIM!!! You could have saved me a
punch!"
Ron laughed sourly.
Draco stood up slowly, and noticed that the room had gotten quiet. He held his jaw, blood seeping
down his chin and onto his robes. He didn't wince, or cry. No amount of physical pain could make
him cry. His god-damned father had made sure of that when he was eight.
He looked at Harry, who's mouth was open. Draco wanted to ask where Hermione was, but found
it terribly hard to speak. So instead, he just looked at Harry pleadingly.
"Y-your really determined to talk to her, aren't you?" He asked, looking at where Draco was
holding his jaw. His hand was red with blood. He tried to nod as best he could. He only managed
a small twitch.
"F-fine." Harry jogged over to one of the girls sitting on the side. Draco recognized her as Parvati.
He whispered something to her. She nodded and ran up the stairs. Harry followed, but waited at
the bottom of the stairs.
Ron stayed in one place. His eyes were wide. No one in the room (which Draco had guessed to be
the common room) spoke, or even tried to help him. No matter, he didn't want them to. He would
go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as talked to Hermione. If he could talk.... Harry nodded and moved
up the stairs, motioning for Draco to follow.
Harry waited outside a door, and motioned for Draco to go in. His eyes were fierce as Draco
walked by, and they clearly stated that if he hurt Hermione in anyway, Harry would hurt him worse.
Draco, still clutching his jaw (which was now so overwhelmingly painful he couldn't see), walked
into the room. He stopped when he herd Hermione's voice.
"Malfoy! What happened to you?" She asked. He just looked at her, trying to tell her that it didn't
matter. "Wait. Here, let me." She muttered something under her breath and pointed her wand at
Draco's jaw. For a split second, he thought she was going to hurt him for what he had done, but in
an instant, he felt a nice cooling sensation run up his jaw, and everything swam back into view.
"Fhank *cough* I mean, Thank you, H-Hermione." He said, feeling his new jaw. Hermione only
smiled a bit, than sat down.
"What did you want?" She asked, her voice much colder than before.
"T-to ask you if you would come with me."
"What?" Hermione said, turning around to look him in the face. Brown eyes met Gray, and it
seemed that Hermione was staring deep into his soul.
"Who are you?" She asked cautiously, getting up from her seat and backing away from Draco.
"I'm Draco Ma- Draco." He said, trying not to give away what he was going to do.
"No you're not. He- his eyes-well, your just different."
"Yes, I am. I am different. But I am still Draco. Please, Hermione, come with me! I swear to you,
nothing bad will happen."
She stood there, frozen to her spot for a moment. She blinked, and suddenly the color returned to
her cheeks. "Wait! If you ARE Draco, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET
OUT! OUT!" She screamed, pushing him a bit. Draco grabbed her hands, and held her still, as
best as he could.
"No! NO! Hermione! Hermione, listen to me! Listen! STOP!" He screamed. She stopped
struggling, but snatched her hands away from him all the same.
"WHY SHOULD I? AFTER ALL, I AM JUST A STUPID MUDBLOOD, AREN'T I?" She
bellowed. Draco looked at her, and whispered.
"No. No, no your not." He said. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"What?"
"Your not a mudblood. Your not. Your Hermione Granger, the most perfect girl in the world." He
whispered so quietly that Hermione needed to lean in to hear him.
She stood there a few moments, not completely letting it sink in. Than it did.
"I-I'm what? What did you just say?" She asked, now whispering too.
"Your perfect. I- I- " He looked Hermione in the eyes."H-Hermione, listen to me. I have never
said this to anyone before, well, never said it and actually meant it, that is. Hermione, I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... I-I was angry. Please, forgive me." He looked at the ground, and waited.
He thought, for a moment, that Hermione had left the room, because there was no sound
whatsoever. When he looked up, Hermione was staring at him, and didn't look happy, angry, sad
or calm. She looked confused. And it didn't suit her, because Hermione was never confused.
Draco looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost midnight.
"Hermione, I don't care whiter or not you forgive me, well, I do care, but I mean, I- well, you
know! But come with me! Now!" He grabbed her arm, and turned around. He pushed open the
door, and saw that three people were now lying on the ground. Harry, Ron and Ron's sister.
"Sorry!" He said hurriedly, before continuing on, Hermione now running to keep up with him.
"Where are we going?" She panted, now running past the Owlry.
"You'll see!" He called, running faster. He ran now, his heart beating harder and harder. His
breath became ragged as he climbed a ladder up a tower he had never been in. It didn't matter to
him. The ladder ended in some sort of storage area. Draco didn't even look at anything. Instead,
he turned around to see a staggering Hermione climb up the stairs. She stopped to catch her
breath, while Draco checked his watch. He had 5 minutes left.
"Y-you *gasp* made m-me r-run fi-five m-miles for a-a S-STORAGE C-CLOSET?" She yelled.
"You know, it's a-amazing how even when you h-have no b-breath left, you s- still manage to be
able to s-scream!" he panted. Hermione scowled. "Oh, and no. I didn't w-want to go to a storage
closet. Let me catch my breath." He said. Hermione and he sat down on the dusty floor, and took
staggering breath.
"Okay," Draco said, looking at his watch. He had one and a half minutes. "Well, lets go."
"What?" Hermione said, getting up. "What? I thought you said that you didn't come to a storage
closet!"
"I didn't! Its what\'s above the storage closet!"
Hermione looked out the window. "But there isn't anything above the closet!"
"Excatly!"
Hermione just shook her head in exasperation. Draco kissed her hand, before taking an old chair,
and walking over to the window. He told Hermione to move back, and lifted up the chair.
"Wait, what are you doing? NO, DRA-" Hermione cut herself off as Draco smashed the chair
through the window. The glass shattered.
"Are you crazy?! What did you do that for? Why didn't you just open the damn window?!" She
yelled, walking over and pushing the empty window frame out. It squeaked as it slowly drifted
across air.
"Whoops... sorry, just felt like smashing something. Anyway, come with me!"
Draco put one leg out the window, and climbed up onto the roof. Hermione stuck her head out,
looked around unsurely, but finally climbed up, with Draco's help.
The two stood there for a moment, when Hermione spoke.
"Well, this is er... nice. Is this what you wanted to show me?"
"No." Draco said, and glanced at his watch. He had thirty seconds.
"Okay, Hermione, listen to me. I am going to tell the entire world the two things I have wanted to
say since I was 13, and I will do it today."
Hermione was about to say something back, when Draco screamed:
"I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. Hermione nearly fell
backwards, he was so loud. "AND I AM NOT A MALFOY!!! I AM NOT A MALFOOOOY!!!"
The moment he stopped, his watch went off.
"Midnight..." he muttered under his breath. "Now I can have a full day where I am not a Malfoy,
and where everyone knows it." He looked at Hermione, a smile playing at his lips. "And they all
know I love you too, by the way."
Hermione smiled, and pulled him in for a kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Draco and Hermione woke up on the roof of the 'storage closet'. Hurrying to get
back to their common rooms, the two kissed briefly, than fled down the stairs. Draco glanced at
his watch.
"6:30... damn. The common rooms will be full!" He panted over his shoulder to Hermione.
"I know! What will we tell our friends?" She laughed back to Draco.
"Hmmm..." came a cold voice from behind them. Both kids spun around to see Professor Snape
sneering. "I think it would be more appropriate to explain to your Potions teacher as to why you
are running down the hallway at 6:30 in the morning, still in your night things." He said, glancing
at Hermione, who was still in her nightgown. Both kids just stared.
"Where were you two?" Snapped Snape. ("Snapped Snape"... hahahaha.. That just sounds cool!)
Hermione looked at Draco, who looked back, bewildered.
"Having a night time stroll? Hmm? Spending some quality time together? Maybe even trying to
plan another fight?"
Draco didn't understand. What was he talking about?
"N-no sir! That was not planned!" Hermione spoke up, and when Draco glanced back, she seemed
to be embarrassed that she was only wearing a nightgown. She was covering herself up as best
she could. Draco stepped in front of her, blocking her from Snape's view. He felt her muscles
relax behind him.
"Be quiet, Miss. Granger! You are already in such-" he was cut off by a loud banging noise.
Peeves came floating out of a classroom door. He stopped when he saw Snape, and suddenly
floated away, very fast. Snape ran to inspect what Peeves had done, calling back:
"DON\'T MOVE! STAY THERE! PEEVES! PEEVES! GET BACK HERE!!!" He yelled. Draco
took his chances, and pushed Hermione back a bit, urging her to run.
"Go. Now!" He whispered, and Hermione ran. Draco spun around and began to sprint as fast as he
could, following Hermione. She ran in front of him, her nightgown trailing out behind her.
For some reason, Draco saw all this in slow motion. He saw Hermione look back, her hair
spinning around her face, which now had a smile playing at its lips. In a flash, her eyes told how
she had never done anything so daring in her life as run from a teacher. Draco looked back, still
in slow motion, and saw Snape now sprinting towards them, his face white with anger. He was
yelling something, but Draco couldn't hear it. He turned back to Hermione, and laughed.
Suddenly, everything zoomed back to normal motion. He sprinted as fast as he could. He grabbed
Hermione, turned a corner, and dived behind a tapestry hanging on the wall. He put his hand over
her mouth, to keep her quiet, and they both waited until they herd footsteps run past them.
They waited a few more minutes, to be sure that Snape had left, than burst out into laughter.
"D-did you s-see his f-face?" Hermione laughed.
"Yeah! It was p-priceless!" This comment gave the two a fresh wave of hysterics.
Ten minutes of laughter later, Draco and Hermione kissed goodbye, and went back to their dormitories.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night, Draco and Hermione met in the Great Hall at seven o'clock. For some reason, Draco
had not heard from Snape that entire day. Luckily enough, he had gotten back to his dormitory on
time that morning. Only a few first years were up, and he told them he had wanted to take an
early shower.
"The little buggers believed me!" He had thought happily as he ran back to his room to get ready
for his classes. Amazingly enough, Professor Snape hadn't even looked at him as the day went on.
Well, Potions class wasn't until Thursday anyway, and it was Wednessday, so the pair had some luck.
But that night was the try-outs for 'Beauty and The Beast', and even though Draco and Hermione
had made up, they still were determined to beat each other.
"You are so going down, Malfoy." Hermione grinned, stopping in front of the door, and coughing.
Malfoy opened it for her, with a fake look of respect. "Ah, well, we'll see about that, won't we
Granger?" He asked, walking in after her.
A loud, female voice boomed above the giant crowd of two-hundred people.
"BOYS TO THE RIGHT! GIRLS TO THE LEFT! C\'MON NOW, HOW HARD CAN THAT BE?
MOVE TO THE RIGHT, PLEASE, SIR! BOYS TO THE RIGHT, GIRLS TO THE LEFT!
LEBISNKI, STOP KISSING YOUR BOYFRIEND AND MOVE TO THE LEFT!"
Hermione and Draco laughed as Parvati broke apart two third years, who were kissing, and threw
the girl to the long line of other females. She must have placed a spell to make her voice louder,
because everyone could hear her.
"TO THE RIGHT, MORGAN, TO THE RIGHT! NO, THAT'S YOUR LEFT! RIIIIIIGHT! GOOD
BOY! BOYS TO THE RIGHT, GIRLS TO THE LEFT! C'MON PEOPLE, BOYS TO THE
RIGHT, GIRLS TO THE LEFT! GET YOUR SCRIPT READY, AND YOUR VOICES READY!
BOYS TO THE RIGHT, GIRLS TO LEFT! DAMMIT LEBISNKI! GET THE HELL AWAY
FROM YOUR DAMNED BOYFRIEND!"
The third year had gone back to kissing her boyfriend behind Parvati's back, and was now thrown
back to the line of girls, harshly.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you, then!" Draco smiled, kissing Hermione on the cheek. "I'll wave
when I reach the top, Granger."
"Hmm, yes, it's not the TOP when you're BELOW me." Hermione smiled.
"I would like to get below you, as a matter of fact..." Draco whispered into her ear, before running
off to the right. It took Hermione a few moments to understand what he meant, but when she did,
her face turned bright red.
"NOT LIKE THAT!" She yelled back to Draco, who just winked. "Pervert..." she muttered to
herself as she got into the line of girls.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After what seemed like ages, Parvati walked to the front of the lines, (which were now neat,
because she had threatened to curse anyone who wasn't in the correct line.)and told everyone to
quiet down. All the kids looked up at her.
"Okay!" She said, her voice as loud as before, but she seemed to not be yelling, but talking.
"Now! Everyone, I am the Director of this play! So, I have decided that the try-outs will take
place in front of everyone here, so that we can see how you act in front of an audience."
There was a murmur throughout the crowd; it was obvious that no one wanted to have to audition
in front of everyone else. Hermione silently agreed, but said nothing. Parvati continued.
"Also! Because I am the director, I would like to hear your voices, so, you will each have to sing a
random song of my choice!"
At these words, there was an uproar. Now it was even more obvious that absolutely NO ONE
wanted to have to SING in front of everyone else.
"I KNOW! I KNOW!" Parvatie yelled, trying to get everyone to shut up, "But listen to me! This is
a very good idea, I think! You see, if something happened on stage, the actors would have to go
along with it! You can't stop and start over! So, if we give you this song, you will have acted as
you would on stage! First you will sing a song from the play, than we will pick a song for you, so
that we know your REAL voice, and not what you practiced for three days. SO! First off, we have
Erica Q. and Dan F. Both of you will try out together, Erica as 'Bell' and Dan as 'The Beast'. Come
on up!"
The first two kids in line walked up to the stage, very nervously. The girl had long blond hair, and
the boy had short brown hair, and both looked exceptionally nervous. Hermione was very glad
she didn't have to go first...
~*~*~*~*~*~
All the kids in line had sat down on the ground, and we're now reading over their lines, while
some others had fallen asleep. It was at least an hour and a half later, and only half of the kids
were done. The only people not asleep were the next four kids ready to go up. Hermione was next
for the girls, and Ernie McMillan was next for the boys. Draco was lined up with Ginny for the
pair to go up after. Hermione was extremely pissed the Draco got to watch her, because she
would have to leave after this, and wouldn't be able to distract Draco, as she KNEW he was going
to do to her.
"Hermione G. and Ernie M.! You're next!" Parvati called, her voice was a lot less enthusiastic as
she called out their names. Hermione picked up her script, got to her feet, and walked with Ernie
up to the stage.
"Okay, start at the top of page 25, please."
"Er, Parvati?" Ernie asked, "who do I play?"
Parvati stared at him a moment, than stuttered "T-the beast, Ernie, the beast."
"Right!" He said, opening his script. Hermione tried to stay calm as she opened to page 25.
"I will play Bell's father. Go." Parvati said, leaning back in her chair. Hermione spoke first, her
voice pleading.
"Please, please! Let him go!" She said, bending down a bit, "Please! He didn't do anything wrong!
Let him go!"
"Er... no." Ernie said, forgetting his line. Parvati motioned for Hermione to go on.
"Please! He has a cold! He'll die up here! Please!" Hermione begged. Some of the kids started to
wake up now, because Hermione was almost yelling. She had watched all the other people trying
out, and noticed that they were very quiet, and Parvati kept telling them to speak up. So she
decided that if she wanted to beat Draco, than she would have to do the best she possibly could.
"He wandered into my castle, he is my prisoner\" Ernie said, finding his voice.
"No! No, please, let him go!" Hermione begged, "Let him go, and-and I will stay here...with you."
She looked down at her feet.
"No, Bell, no. Don't! Bell, you can't!" Parvati said, her eyes on Hermione. Hermione hoped it was
because she had been good.
"Y-you'll stay here with me?" Ernie said, sounding more like the beast.
"Y-y-yes. I- yes. I will, Just please, please let him go!"
"No! Bell! Don't! NO!" Parvati cried, getting more and more interested.
"Deal." Ernie said. Parvati read how the beast took Bell's father and threw him off the stage. "He
will be taken back to your home." Ernie said, much better than before. Hermione fell to the
ground, pretending to cry softly into her hands.
As she got up, so did Parvati.
"Wonderful job, Hermione! Excellent! And Ernie, you did good too." She said, shaking
Hermione's hand. Hermione blushed.
"T-thank you!"
"Okay, now onto the song. Ernie, you are the beast, Hermione, you're bell, I will be everyone else.
Open to the back, where 'Something There' is. Okay, when the music starts."
She turned on the music, and Hermione began to sing.
*'Something There'*
(Hermione sang) There's something sweet, and almost kind.
But he was mean and he was course and unrefined.
But now he's dear, I'm so unsure.
I wonder why I didn't see it there, before?
{Hermione had looked at Draco the entire time she sang, winking at the end of the third line. He
smiled back.}
(Ernie began to sing) She glanced this way, I thought I saw.
And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw.
No, it can't be, I'll just ignore.
But then she's never looked at me that way before.
{From in the crowd, Draco mouthed this to Hermione. She smiled sweetly as she began her next
verse, glancing at Draco when she said "True, that he's no Prince Charming!" ----He fake glared.}
(Hermione sang) New and a bit, alarming.
Who'd have thought that this could be?
True, that he's no, Prince Charming,
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see!
(Parvati sang) Well who'd have thought?
Well bless my soul!
Well who'd have known?
Well who indeed?
And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own? It's so peculiar!
We'll wait and see, a few days more, there may be something there that wasn't there before!
Ya know, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before.
There may be something there that wasn't there before."
As they ended, the Great Hall erupted into applause. Hermione bowed, and Ernie waved. Draco
was clapping lightly, not wanting to let Hermione win. He had to admit, though. Her voice was
angelic. Sweet, and soft, yet loud enough to be herd. It was entrancing.
"VERY GOOD, HERMIONE!" Parvati exclaimed, practically bursting with excitement. "Oh, and
good job, Ernie! Got off to a bad start, but you got through it in the end!"
Ernie nodded, apparently displeased with his performance.
"Well, now, Hermione. You have to sing a song by yourself now, okay?"
Hermione nodded. She felt like she could tackle the world, and sing any song that Parvati gave
her. Anything at all! 'Bring it on, Parvati!' She thought to herself.
"Okay, Hermione, you have to sing...(she searched through some old records.) Ah! Perrrfect! (she
rolled her 'r' ,and grinned evilly) Lets see what you make of this. Hermione, your song is 'Don't
give a Damn about my Bad Reputation'!!"
Hermione stood there a moment, not sure of what she was talking about. Than she remembered
the song. And the lines. This was one of the songs that Lavender had dared her to sing one night
after a Quidditch match against Slytherin. She turned white.
"W-what? N-no! No! Parvati, NO!" She said, the color completely drained form her face. Just the
thought of having to sing that in front of more than her close friends was unbearable.
"What? You want the part, don't you?" Parvati answered, putting the record in the player. (a/n:
magic thing, don't ask)
Hermione looked out at the crows, and than to Draco. Her heart filled with courage. She had to
win this. She had to get the part- just to spite Draco.
"F-fine. Put it on." Hermione said, gaining back her color. Parvati squealed with delight.
"Okay, go." She whispered, once the music began. Hermione took a deep breath, and began to
sing, quietly.
*Don't Give A Damn About My Bad Reputation*
I don't give a damn about my reputation!
Your livin in the past, it's a new generation!
I'm gonna do what I want to do, and that's what I'm gonna do!
And I don't' give a damn about my bad reputation!
{Here, Hermione started to get into it, singing louder and winking at some of her friends.
Everyone in the audience was completely surprised when she started to dance, shaking her hips,
and then stopping to sing again.)
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me)
And I don't give a damn about my reputation!
Never said I wanted to improve my station!
And I'm only doin good when I'm having fun!
And I don't hafta please no one!
And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation!
{Hermione walked to the edge of the stage, and screamed the last line into the mike. Everyone
started to clap. Draco stared open mouthed.)
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no no) Not me!
(me me me me me me)
I don't give a damn about my reputation!
Never been afraid of any deviation!
And I don't really care if you think I'm strange I ain't gonna change!
And I'm never gonna care about my bad reputation!
{Hermione threw her head forward, and all her hair swung out in front of her face as she started
to play her 'air guitar'. She threw her hair back ward and forward, looking like some kind of rockstar.}
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no no) Not me!
(me me me me me me)
Hello Boys... {Parvati came up, whispered something into Hermione's ear, and the two started to
dance in VERY un-Hermione like way. They shook their shoulders and leaned back and forth,
laughing hysterically. Parvati went and sat back down to watch as Hermione continued, now
screaming-yet-singing into the mike.}
And I don't give a damn about my reputation!
The worlds in trouble!
There's no communication!
And everyone can say what they wanna say, It never gets better anyway!
So why should I care about a bad reputation?
{She did a few more hair-flips, and pretended to play her 'guitar' again.}
Anyway, Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no
no) Not me! (me me me me me me)
I don't give a damn about no bad reputation!
Your livin in the past, it's a new generation!
And I only feel good when I got no pain, and that's how I\'m gonna stay!
And I dont' give a damn about my bad reputation,
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no no) Not me!
(me me me me me me) (no no no no no no) NOT ME!!! (me me me me me me)
NOT ME! {She screamed the last part into the mike. That second, the song ended. Hermione
brought her head up to look around the room.}
~*~*~*~*~
Draco was now positively white. He had NEVER in his entire LIFE seen Hermione so out of
control! She was going crazy on the stage. He hoped that this was what she was like in bed...(a/n:
sorry, I had to say it)
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione stared at the audience, her smile fading as no one moved. Parvati was the first to start
clapping, and pretty soon, the entire hall was on their feet, positively screaming. Hermione
bowed, and left the stage. She had never felt so alive in her entire life. It was as if she had let out
all of the 'bad' in her. Screaming into the mike, she had felt like all the weight had been lifted
from her shoulders. She had just unleashed something in her that had been begging to get out for
years now. Her bad side.
"Hmmm... I might take up the career as a rock star for a job..." she thought to herself, as she
walked back to the common room, beaming.
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Dude, that chapter was like 20 pages in Word Perfect!!! CRAZY! I am sorry it is so long, but I
really wanted to get to this part that is going to come up next chapter. I wanted to do it THIS
chapter, but I couldn't, on account of it would take at LEAST five more pages. Anyway,
I am TERRIBLY sorry everyone is so OOC, but they HAVE to be, you see. Because everything
that has happened in this chapter is REALLY important in future chapters.
And sorry about all the little Author's Notes in the middle of the story... but sometimes i just like
to point out little things. That I find entertaining... because I am like that... its hard to write and be
serious! I mean, c'mon, "Snapped Snape"! Thats hilarious!! Its like a little kids book!! Anyway,
MORE TO COME! SO:
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEE
REVIEW!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE REVIEW!!!!
-SBR ^_^
make this a huge D/H fic! Huh? Oh yeah! PWA!!! Okay, here are a few things first off :
-This is a song fiction. Every chapter has a song in it- and they are probably gonna be about
Draco/Hermione. I might make a few about Ron being jealous of Draco/Hermione, or one about
Harry/Ginny- I ain't too sure right about now. But I do know that this is DEFIANTLY a DM/HG
fic. SO GET USE TO IT, ALL YOU NOT DM/HG FANS OUT THERE! Personally, I think Ron
and Hermione were made for each other, but those stories wouldn't have anything interesting in
them. No angst, no worries. Just bickering and arguing. *sigh* Anyway, next order of business.
-~*~*~*~*~*~I HEAR-BY DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO KrAzYkEyZ BECAUSE SHE
WAS MY VERY FIRST REVIEWER!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~
***Confetti falls all over the place, and a bunch of balloons get caught in a net above everyone's
heads. I cough loudly, and someone goes up and gets them all unstuck-so a bunch of balloons
fall everywhere.*** Erm.. *ahem*... well, there is not gift, sorry , but you do get yoru name in
the middle of lots of really cool little asterisks and swirly things... that has gotta be pretty cool!
Disclaimer Thingy: Okay- If I owned Harry Potter, would I be writing fan fictions about it on
FF.net? I don't think so. And sorry for the OOC ness... guess I had to kinda do it this way... And
'Wake Me Up Inside' is by Evanescence. And 'I Don't Give a Damn about my Bad Reputation'
belongs to Joan Jet. (Want to know something cool I just found out? If you are reading any
romance story, listen to the 'Love Theme' from Star Wars Episode 2-attack of the clones. It
makes it seem so much more romantic!)
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"The Try-Outs"
The only bad thing was that it couldn't stay like that. It took them a moment to notice, but when
they looked out into the crowd, almost everyone was giving them a standing ovation. Hermione
couldn't tell whether or not anyone believed that this was real, or just another part of the act. But
either way, she liked it! She and Draco bowed, laughing, and walked off the stage to hoots from
the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table. The Slytherin table was applauding, but only because they
thought Draco would kill them if they didn't. The Gryffindor table laughed as they applauded,
telling each other about how they thought something was wrong with Hermione the past few weeks.
"She seemed, so-so HAPPY!" Lavender was telling everyone who would listen. "Whenever we
use to go to bed, she would pull out a book, and close her curtains. But for the past few weeks,
she wouldn't even get back till late!"
There were only two people who seemed to have not moved since Draco had started to sing.
"Hmm... Well, I thought something was wrong with her, but I never expected this, eh Ron?"
Harry asked, a smile playing at his lips. Ron didn't respond. He had already done his song, and
had come back to sit with Harry.
"Ron?" He asked again, his smile fading. Ron just looked up at him, his face a bit redder than
normal. He glared at Harry for a few moments, than grabbed his stuff, and raced out of the Great
Hall, extremely pissed.
"Uh-oh. This can't be good." Harry muttered to himself.
"Yep. Crazy, isn't it?" Harry looked up to see Fred and George, who were apparently answering
his rhetorical statement. " Those two together? Never would have expected it, eh mate?" Fred
asked, glancing at the couple now leaving the great hall together. All the tables (except Slytherin)
were now hooting madly, grinning, and clapping.
"Nope, never in a million years! I thought she hated him!" George said, "Well, anyway, sucks to
Ron."
Fred and George laughed, and were about to leave, when Harry grabbed Fred's arm.
"What? What sucks to Ron?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? You didn't know, Harry?" George asked, looking at his brother. It was as if they had been
waiting to tell someone who didn't know already for AGES. "Ron's loved Hermione since second
year!"
Harry's heart fell. He had always thought so, but he had never actually thought Ron had admitted
it to himself.
"Yeah!" Fred continued for his twin, "We read his journal! Mum made him write one when he
started getting sad during the summer. It never occurred to her he was just tired.... anyway, turned
out that after Hermione got petrified, Ron, and I quote, 'felt something I hadn't before'. He
thought she was going to die!"
The twins laughed.
"Hey, that reminds me Fred. We haven't checked little Ronnikin's journal in a while, have we?"
George wondered out loud. Fred grinned and the two of them walked away, sporting that evil
little smile they always had when they were about to do something wrong.
Harry looked at the doors, where Hermione and Draco had already walked through. He decided
he would tell Hermione about Ron. If he didn't, he was sure Ron would do something drastic.
~*~*~*~
Across the hall, there stood the only other person who had absolutely loathed this pairing.(No not
a reviewer!) Pansy Parkinson sat at her table, fuming as the pair left the Great Hall to such applause.
"He-was-mine. Draco-loved-me. Damn mudblood-kill-blood..." she mumbled, gritting her teeth,
watching as the two kissed and walked out the doors to the hallway. There had to be a way to get
them separated. She could have an affair with Draco, than tell Hermione. No... too cliché. Plus,
Draco would never even touch her, never mind do THAT. She could kill Hermione! No... there
was no use in going to Azkaban just for Draco. She wasn't in love, just very revengeful. God,
there had to be SOME way to get the two in tro----
"AHA!" She shouted out loud, and it made the people around her jump. She grabbed her bag, and
ran past everyone else. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She had to be the stupidest person
alive. The only person Draco had ever listened to was the same person who would kill him for
this. Pansy raced up to the owlry. There was only one person who Draco had ever feared. He had
told Pansy stories about this man. About how horrible it was to live with him. About how he
would hit Draco for anything he did wrong. As Pansy got out her pen and parchment, she grinned
to herself. Draco would be knocked unconscious for this, maybe even killed. She started to write:
Dear Mr. Lucius Malfoy...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry raced to catch up to his old friend.
"Hermione!" He called. She didn't hear him; she was too busy kissing Draco good-bye. Harry tried
to get her attention, but the couple was locked in a passionate kiss. He sighed, and looked around.
For a moment, he was only biding his time until they broke apart. But as he was looking, his eyes
fell upon a statue. It wasn't the statue that caught his eye; it was the red hair sticking out from
behind it. Ron.
Harry walked over to talk to him, but before he could, Ron stood up to get a better view. His eyes
were beet red, and his cheeks were wet. Harry had never seen Ron cry before. In fact, he couldn't
remember a time when he was even sad enough TO cry... well, there was the time in his second
year when Ginny was taken, but that was past tears. That wasn't even sadness... it was total
depression. He was pulled out of his thoughts as Hermione and Draco pulled out of their kiss.
Harry walked a bit closer, hoping to get to Hermione before Ron got to Draco.
"I love you, Hermione Granger." Draco whispered, his forehead against hers.
Harry looked at Ron, who seemed to have gotten angrier. His face was now blotched with white,
as the color was slowly draining out of it. Hermione looked deep into Draco's eyes, and replied.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy." She whispered. Ron's face had drained of all color, and he was
now looking as though someone had just foretold his death. On the contrary, Draco looked as if
he had been given the best present in the entire world. He picked Hermione up by the waist, and
spun in a circle. Hermione laughed as Draco brought her down again. He kissed her once more,
passionately as ever, and twirled his finger in her hair.
"I don't want to leave you. Tonight was too wonderful." He said, gazing into her eyes.
"Ah, but you never will leave me!" Hermione said, in a mocking voice. She was obviously
quoting something they had both seen in a movie, because Draco laughed. "I will always be in
your heart.*her voice grew serious* I will always be with you. I will always love you." She said,
now whispering again. Draco kissed her once more, when there seemed to be an explosion behind
Harry. He looked over his shoulder, to see that the Great Hall was now exiting.
"Until tomorrow, my love!" Draco called sarcastically, being swept away by the Slytherins.
Hermione laughed, and blew him a kiss. Draco's face disappeared into the sea of students, all
talking about that night. Harry practically swam his way over to Hermione, the only person still
standing in one place.
"Hermione! HERMIONE!" She looked over, and waved to Harry.
"Harry!" She said, giving him a huge hug. Harry just looked around uncomfortably. He didn't
want Ron to see this, or he might be next on his kill list.
"Did you see? Did you see? Oh, of course you saw! You were there! Oh, Harry! Isn't this
wonderful?" She asked. Harry turned red.
"Um, yeah. It's great. Hermione, can I talk to you?" Hermione nodded, as Harry pulled her
through the crowd into an empty classroom.
Hermione did some kind of twirl thing as Harry closed the door, and sat down in a chair, beaming.
"What is it that you wanted, Harry?" She asked. Harry felt horrible about ruining her perfect
mood, but it was either this or tomorrow she would find Draco dead on the ground and Ron
laughing manically next to him.
"Err... H-Hermione? I-I think you need to know something. Its-its about Ron."
Hermione looked at him. "What about Ron? He hasn't hurt himself again, has he?"
"No-no, he hasn't hurt himself. Nothing like that... its just that, well..." he trailed off to look at the
wall behind Hermione.
"What Harry?" She asked impatiently.
"He-he likes you. Like, really, really likes you. Ron- Ron loves you, Hermione."
She sat there for a moment, not quite letting it sink in. Her face slowly turned whiter and whiter
until she could have blended in with a cloud.
"He-he l-loves me?" She whispered, so quiet that Harry barely heard her.
"Yeah." He answered. Hermione just kind of looked at the wall.
"Um... what do I do?" She asked Harry.
"Err... I dunno. Just make sure he doesn't kill Mal-er, Draco, I suppose. He's hated Mal- er, Draco
all his life, you know. Hated his family and everything. Now the girl he likes, and his best friend,
is dating him? How would you feel?"
Hermione just looked sideways. "I'm not going to break up with him, you know."
"I know! I know! And I- I don't expect you to, its just- I guess it's a warning. Be careful how much
you do around Ron, I guess. He was watching you tonight, after you got off the stage, you know."
"He was? From where?"
"Behind a statue."
"Oh. Oh no... well, I really have to go, Harry." She said suddenly. She grabbed her things, and ran
out the door, and raced back to Gryffindor Tower.
"She better have a plan..." Harry thought, following her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been three weeks since that night, and Hermione and Draco were doing fine. Apart from
Snape now treating Malfoy like a piece of crap, that is. Ron, for some strange reason, was talking,
although he had stayed in his bed the entire day after Karaoke night. Now, though, he seemed to
be able to talk, although he didn't pay much attention to Hermione, and completely ignored
Malfoy. Malfoy had tried to talk to him, but Ron had hated him BEFORE the whole 'Hermione'
thing, so everyone doubted that would help much. Harry was having a hard time adjusting to
talking to Malfoy, who was also having a hard time adjusting to talking to Potty. All in all, the
three boys didn't talk to each other much, Ron preferring not to talk whenever Malfoy came
around, and Harry preferring to talk to Hermione over anyone else. Oh, and Pansy was preferring
to just sit and take notes all day, glancing up at Draco and Hermione frequently. It was all very confusing.
But for the moment, Hermione Granger didn't really care much about any of that. She was
walking down the hallway, her hand in the hand of Draco Malfoy, laughing and joking. As she
walked, she noticed a group of people all looking at a poster.
"Oh god..." Draco mumbled next to her, "not another poster..."
She looked him perplexed, but walked up and read the poster.
"Draco!" She said, coming back to stand next to him. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Hmm, let me guess. Another Karaoke night. Hum?"
"No! Even better!" Hermione said, grinning just to spite Draco. "A play!"
"A what?"
"A play! 'Beauty and the Beast'! I've loved that movie since I was little."
"Oh have you? Congratulations." Draco said, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Hermione
shrugged.
"Yeah. Try outs are tomorrow night. I'm going."
"Like I said congra- WO, what?"
"I am trying out for the play."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I don't know, just to be spontaneous, I suppose."
"SPONTANEOUS? That play won't take place for months!"
"Actually, we have four weeks."
"Four weeks?! To memorize lines? I don't think so."
"Aww," Hermione teased, "Little Draky-Waky scared of memorizing a foo itsy- bisty wines?"
"No, little Draky-Waky is scared of making a fool of himself in front of the whole school."
"Oh, c'mon! You did it before!"
"Yeah, but that was to win YOU over! Big difference. I won you, and now I am trying to gain
back my respect."
"Fine. I never asked you to be in it anyway! I am trying out tonight."
"Fine!"
"Fine!" Hermione scowled, turned away from Draco, and smiled to herself. "I knew you wouldn't
want to. You've never been too good at memorizing in short periods of time, have you?"
"Wha- exCUSE me?" Draco asked, walking forward. His honor had just been insulted!
Hermione wiped the smile off her face and spun around to face Draco. "I was just thinking about
how no matter where it has been, I have been better than you at memorizing. Transfiguration,
Herbology, Arithmacy, Muggle studies, even Potions! I've always been better than you because I
am much better at memorizing things. I can see why you wouldn't want to have to memorize such
important things in such a small amount of time, and believe me, I don't blame you at all-"
"I'll have you know!" Draco interrupted, seriously. "I'll have you know that I am very good at
memorizing things in a short amount of time! I memorized those song lyrics in less than three
hours! And I am getting a MUCH higher grade in potions than you! Well, I was... than Snape
found out about us, and well..."
"Yes, that was the only reason you got better grades than me in Potions! Because you were a
muggleborn-hating Slytherin, that's why! Face it, Mr. Malfoy, I am smarter than you!" Hermione
said, starting to think that starting this argument wasn't such a good idea.
Malfoy looked at her, his eye's blazing. "Face it? Face WHAT? I am much better than any
muggleborn, Granger! And I will prove it!" He screamed. His eyes were now back to their normal
evil-gray color, and the people in the hallways were turning to watch them.
"I'd like to see you try, Malfoy! If you can't even correctly do a play in Quidditch, how will you be
able to do a REAL one?!?" Hermione retorted, referring to his big mistake in the last Quidditch
game. There was a hush. Everyone knew not to insult Draco on his Quidditch skills... it was
known to most that his father had beaten him for his previous mistake. Hermione took a breath.
Stupid mistake. Very stupid...
"OH, I WILL! YOU WAIT AND SEE, MUDBLOOD!" He bellowed. Draco glared at her. Why he
had ever done anything to get her attention, he had no idea. He glared at the on looking crowd,
than turned and marched his way through the crowds. Hermione's face went white.
"Bastard!" She whispered, "HOW DARE YOU! I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" She
screeched, her face now screwed up in anger as she spun around and raced back to the Gryffindor
tower. All the Slytherins who had been watching were now applauding. Fred and George were
holding bets with the Gryffindors to see who would get the best part in the play, Lee Jordan had
bet twenty galleons on Hermione already. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were just interested to
see a fight between the famous couple. Harry Potter seemed to be the only person who wasn't
joining in on the fun, as he raced off to find Hermione.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"'Face it Mr. Malfoy, I am smarter than you!' Like hell she is!" Draco Malfoy thought angrily,
once back in the Slytherin common room. He had stolen some first year's script, and was
practicing the lines needed to try out for 'The Beast'. But he couldn't concentrate. That damned
Hermione kept appearing in front of his face whenever he tried to do anything. After about half
an hour of trying to memorize, he threw down the script and kicked it. Some first year came and
picked it up. He brought it up the stairs, obviously heading to Malfoy's room.
Draco had to admit, all the Slytherins had been a lot more respectful to him now that he and
Hermione had a fight. No more glares as he walked past, no more whispering he had to ignore. Of
course, no one actually spoke to his face about it though, or made fun of him, because he was a
Malfoy. Everyone had learned, one way or another, that you did not mess with the Malfoy family.
If you did, you would usually end up in big trouble, or dead.
Draco looked furiously around the room.
"What!?!" He snapped at a group of second years who had been watching him. They all went
white, shook their heads and ran away. Draco glared after them. He sneered at some first year girl
for no apparent reason. She snapped her head forward and walked back to her friends. Draco
watched her, and saw a tear fall down her cheek. His heart fell a moment, and his face went soft.
But as fast as the look had come, it left.
As he picked up his things, he saw a group of kids laughing about something.
"What's so bloody funny?!?" He snapped at them, thinking that if he couldn't be happy, neither
could they. The boys put the pad of paper away very quickly. Draco glared at one of them, and
held out his hand.
"Give it to me."
No one moved.
"GIVE IT TO ME, GOD DAMMIT!" he screamed, his face not showing the slightest change.
One of the boys slowly reached into his pocket and handed Draco a pad of paper. Looking it over,
he could tell that they had also been placing bets on who would get the better part. Draco nearly
exploded, but instead, calmly took the pad of paper, and put it on the table. He took his wand, and
muttered something under his breath. The pad of paper turned into a snake. It looked up at Draco.
Draco sneered, as the snake slithered to the group of boys. They all jumped up and ran as the
snake chased them. Malfoy sneered and turned to walk to his bedroom.
Draco got onto his bed, closed the curtains, and pulled out his earphones from under his pillow. It
was a muggle radio with headphones in it, he had placed a spell on it so that it could play in
Hogwarts. He wasn't as stupid as Hermione seemed to think, he thought as he lied down. It was
in the middle of a song that he didn't recognize. Muggle music wasn't all that bad, not that he
would every tell that to anyone else. He listened to the new song. It was a woman's voice, and she
was singing to a sad-yet-rock background. Draco sat up as the words filled his head.
"Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I've become!"
(As the lines were sung)He thought of the girl he had just made cry, and his heart fell. This time it
didn't go back to normal.
"Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me!
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life!"
(as the line was sung) He took the radio to the bathroom next to his room, and stopped before the
mirror, his eyes closed.
"Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I've become!!"
(as the lines were sung) He opened his eyes, and looked into a face he didn't recognize. The eyes
were a hollow gray, and for some reason, he was scared. The eyes held anger and hate and-and
power. Draco looked down at himself, and than back at the mirror. "What have I become?" he
asked himself.
"Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead!"
(as the lines were sung) He thought of Hermione. It was true. She was everything to him. He
started to realize how horrible his life was before he met her. His family was horrible. Where love
should have been was filled with abuse, and neglect. He looked around his bathroom, and it all
started to sink in. This, this was his life. To grow up, become a death eater, inherit the Malfoy
fortune, marry a pureblood, have another little Malfoy, and die. Than that little Malfoy would
grow up, become a Slytherin, become a death eater, inherit the Malfoy fortune, marry a
pureblood, have another little Malfoy, and die. And the cycle would go on, and on and on. His
future child and grandchildren would have to go through the same thing as him. Draco looked up
at the mirror, and declared to the bathroom, the music still playing in the background: "I AM
NOT A MALFOY!"
"Wake me up inside!
Wake me up inside!
Call my name and save me from the dark!
Bid my blood to run,
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I've become!"
As the music was ending, he saw his eyes change. The gray was replaced by a fiery silver, and
seemed to hold not anger and hate, but defiance and power. He grabbed his things, and tore down
the steps to the common room. Ignoring everyone, he dashed out into the cold hallway, and raced
up the stairs, taking two at a time. He didn't stop for a breath, but ran as fast as he could go. His
heart beat fast and furious, his eyes were filled with a lust for freedom. His head was pounding
with the idea that he could change the future of all his kin. Finally, he got to where he wanted, the
portrait of the Fat Lady. He remembered one morning when Hermione had told him that she was
late because that damned fat lady wouldn't let her leave the common room. He had figured out
that it must have been the painting of a Fat Lady, and he had walked along the corridors for the
past few days, determined to figure out the whereabouts of the Gryffindor Tower. As he looked at
it, the portrait blinked.
"Well, password?" She asked. Draco glared at her.
"Let me IN!" He screamed, pounding on her.
"Oh my goodness!!! SOMEONE! HELP! STOP THAT, YOUNG MAN!" She bellowed at Draco.
He, instead, pounded harder than ever, screaming.
"HERMIONE!" He yelled, "HERMIONE!!! HERMIONE!! HERMIONE LET ME IN!!"
The portrait swung open, and there was none other than Harry Potter.
"POTTER! Where is Hermione?" He asked, going through the portrait hole, and coming out on
the other side.
He didn't get an answer. From right beside him, there came a loud swoosh, and he was on the
ground, holding his jaw, which seemed to have been broken.
He heard Potter's voice above him. "RON! YOU KNOCKED HIM OUT!"
"He deserves it! The bloody bastard! Did you see what he did to Hermione?!? WEREN'T YOU THERE?!"
"YES I WAS THERE, BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL HIM!!! You could have saved me a
punch!"
Ron laughed sourly.
Draco stood up slowly, and noticed that the room had gotten quiet. He held his jaw, blood seeping
down his chin and onto his robes. He didn't wince, or cry. No amount of physical pain could make
him cry. His god-damned father had made sure of that when he was eight.
He looked at Harry, who's mouth was open. Draco wanted to ask where Hermione was, but found
it terribly hard to speak. So instead, he just looked at Harry pleadingly.
"Y-your really determined to talk to her, aren't you?" He asked, looking at where Draco was
holding his jaw. His hand was red with blood. He tried to nod as best he could. He only managed
a small twitch.
"F-fine." Harry jogged over to one of the girls sitting on the side. Draco recognized her as Parvati.
He whispered something to her. She nodded and ran up the stairs. Harry followed, but waited at
the bottom of the stairs.
Ron stayed in one place. His eyes were wide. No one in the room (which Draco had guessed to be
the common room) spoke, or even tried to help him. No matter, he didn't want them to. He would
go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as talked to Hermione. If he could talk.... Harry nodded and moved
up the stairs, motioning for Draco to follow.
Harry waited outside a door, and motioned for Draco to go in. His eyes were fierce as Draco
walked by, and they clearly stated that if he hurt Hermione in anyway, Harry would hurt him worse.
Draco, still clutching his jaw (which was now so overwhelmingly painful he couldn't see), walked
into the room. He stopped when he herd Hermione's voice.
"Malfoy! What happened to you?" She asked. He just looked at her, trying to tell her that it didn't
matter. "Wait. Here, let me." She muttered something under her breath and pointed her wand at
Draco's jaw. For a split second, he thought she was going to hurt him for what he had done, but in
an instant, he felt a nice cooling sensation run up his jaw, and everything swam back into view.
"Fhank *cough* I mean, Thank you, H-Hermione." He said, feeling his new jaw. Hermione only
smiled a bit, than sat down.
"What did you want?" She asked, her voice much colder than before.
"T-to ask you if you would come with me."
"What?" Hermione said, turning around to look him in the face. Brown eyes met Gray, and it
seemed that Hermione was staring deep into his soul.
"Who are you?" She asked cautiously, getting up from her seat and backing away from Draco.
"I'm Draco Ma- Draco." He said, trying not to give away what he was going to do.
"No you're not. He- his eyes-well, your just different."
"Yes, I am. I am different. But I am still Draco. Please, Hermione, come with me! I swear to you,
nothing bad will happen."
She stood there, frozen to her spot for a moment. She blinked, and suddenly the color returned to
her cheeks. "Wait! If you ARE Draco, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET
OUT! OUT!" She screamed, pushing him a bit. Draco grabbed her hands, and held her still, as
best as he could.
"No! NO! Hermione! Hermione, listen to me! Listen! STOP!" He screamed. She stopped
struggling, but snatched her hands away from him all the same.
"WHY SHOULD I? AFTER ALL, I AM JUST A STUPID MUDBLOOD, AREN'T I?" She
bellowed. Draco looked at her, and whispered.
"No. No, no your not." He said. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"What?"
"Your not a mudblood. Your not. Your Hermione Granger, the most perfect girl in the world." He
whispered so quietly that Hermione needed to lean in to hear him.
She stood there a few moments, not completely letting it sink in. Than it did.
"I-I'm what? What did you just say?" She asked, now whispering too.
"Your perfect. I- I- " He looked Hermione in the eyes."H-Hermione, listen to me. I have never
said this to anyone before, well, never said it and actually meant it, that is. Hermione, I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... I-I was angry. Please, forgive me." He looked at the ground, and waited.
He thought, for a moment, that Hermione had left the room, because there was no sound
whatsoever. When he looked up, Hermione was staring at him, and didn't look happy, angry, sad
or calm. She looked confused. And it didn't suit her, because Hermione was never confused.
Draco looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost midnight.
"Hermione, I don't care whiter or not you forgive me, well, I do care, but I mean, I- well, you
know! But come with me! Now!" He grabbed her arm, and turned around. He pushed open the
door, and saw that three people were now lying on the ground. Harry, Ron and Ron's sister.
"Sorry!" He said hurriedly, before continuing on, Hermione now running to keep up with him.
"Where are we going?" She panted, now running past the Owlry.
"You'll see!" He called, running faster. He ran now, his heart beating harder and harder. His
breath became ragged as he climbed a ladder up a tower he had never been in. It didn't matter to
him. The ladder ended in some sort of storage area. Draco didn't even look at anything. Instead,
he turned around to see a staggering Hermione climb up the stairs. She stopped to catch her
breath, while Draco checked his watch. He had 5 minutes left.
"Y-you *gasp* made m-me r-run fi-five m-miles for a-a S-STORAGE C-CLOSET?" She yelled.
"You know, it's a-amazing how even when you h-have no b-breath left, you s- still manage to be
able to s-scream!" he panted. Hermione scowled. "Oh, and no. I didn't w-want to go to a storage
closet. Let me catch my breath." He said. Hermione and he sat down on the dusty floor, and took
staggering breath.
"Okay," Draco said, looking at his watch. He had one and a half minutes. "Well, lets go."
"What?" Hermione said, getting up. "What? I thought you said that you didn't come to a storage
closet!"
"I didn't! Its what\'s above the storage closet!"
Hermione looked out the window. "But there isn't anything above the closet!"
"Excatly!"
Hermione just shook her head in exasperation. Draco kissed her hand, before taking an old chair,
and walking over to the window. He told Hermione to move back, and lifted up the chair.
"Wait, what are you doing? NO, DRA-" Hermione cut herself off as Draco smashed the chair
through the window. The glass shattered.
"Are you crazy?! What did you do that for? Why didn't you just open the damn window?!" She
yelled, walking over and pushing the empty window frame out. It squeaked as it slowly drifted
across air.
"Whoops... sorry, just felt like smashing something. Anyway, come with me!"
Draco put one leg out the window, and climbed up onto the roof. Hermione stuck her head out,
looked around unsurely, but finally climbed up, with Draco's help.
The two stood there for a moment, when Hermione spoke.
"Well, this is er... nice. Is this what you wanted to show me?"
"No." Draco said, and glanced at his watch. He had thirty seconds.
"Okay, Hermione, listen to me. I am going to tell the entire world the two things I have wanted to
say since I was 13, and I will do it today."
Hermione was about to say something back, when Draco screamed:
"I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. Hermione nearly fell
backwards, he was so loud. "AND I AM NOT A MALFOY!!! I AM NOT A MALFOOOOY!!!"
The moment he stopped, his watch went off.
"Midnight..." he muttered under his breath. "Now I can have a full day where I am not a Malfoy,
and where everyone knows it." He looked at Hermione, a smile playing at his lips. "And they all
know I love you too, by the way."
Hermione smiled, and pulled him in for a kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Draco and Hermione woke up on the roof of the 'storage closet'. Hurrying to get
back to their common rooms, the two kissed briefly, than fled down the stairs. Draco glanced at
his watch.
"6:30... damn. The common rooms will be full!" He panted over his shoulder to Hermione.
"I know! What will we tell our friends?" She laughed back to Draco.
"Hmmm..." came a cold voice from behind them. Both kids spun around to see Professor Snape
sneering. "I think it would be more appropriate to explain to your Potions teacher as to why you
are running down the hallway at 6:30 in the morning, still in your night things." He said, glancing
at Hermione, who was still in her nightgown. Both kids just stared.
"Where were you two?" Snapped Snape. ("Snapped Snape"... hahahaha.. That just sounds cool!)
Hermione looked at Draco, who looked back, bewildered.
"Having a night time stroll? Hmm? Spending some quality time together? Maybe even trying to
plan another fight?"
Draco didn't understand. What was he talking about?
"N-no sir! That was not planned!" Hermione spoke up, and when Draco glanced back, she seemed
to be embarrassed that she was only wearing a nightgown. She was covering herself up as best
she could. Draco stepped in front of her, blocking her from Snape's view. He felt her muscles
relax behind him.
"Be quiet, Miss. Granger! You are already in such-" he was cut off by a loud banging noise.
Peeves came floating out of a classroom door. He stopped when he saw Snape, and suddenly
floated away, very fast. Snape ran to inspect what Peeves had done, calling back:
"DON\'T MOVE! STAY THERE! PEEVES! PEEVES! GET BACK HERE!!!" He yelled. Draco
took his chances, and pushed Hermione back a bit, urging her to run.
"Go. Now!" He whispered, and Hermione ran. Draco spun around and began to sprint as fast as he
could, following Hermione. She ran in front of him, her nightgown trailing out behind her.
For some reason, Draco saw all this in slow motion. He saw Hermione look back, her hair
spinning around her face, which now had a smile playing at its lips. In a flash, her eyes told how
she had never done anything so daring in her life as run from a teacher. Draco looked back, still
in slow motion, and saw Snape now sprinting towards them, his face white with anger. He was
yelling something, but Draco couldn't hear it. He turned back to Hermione, and laughed.
Suddenly, everything zoomed back to normal motion. He sprinted as fast as he could. He grabbed
Hermione, turned a corner, and dived behind a tapestry hanging on the wall. He put his hand over
her mouth, to keep her quiet, and they both waited until they herd footsteps run past them.
They waited a few more minutes, to be sure that Snape had left, than burst out into laughter.
"D-did you s-see his f-face?" Hermione laughed.
"Yeah! It was p-priceless!" This comment gave the two a fresh wave of hysterics.
Ten minutes of laughter later, Draco and Hermione kissed goodbye, and went back to their dormitories.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night, Draco and Hermione met in the Great Hall at seven o'clock. For some reason, Draco
had not heard from Snape that entire day. Luckily enough, he had gotten back to his dormitory on
time that morning. Only a few first years were up, and he told them he had wanted to take an
early shower.
"The little buggers believed me!" He had thought happily as he ran back to his room to get ready
for his classes. Amazingly enough, Professor Snape hadn't even looked at him as the day went on.
Well, Potions class wasn't until Thursday anyway, and it was Wednessday, so the pair had some luck.
But that night was the try-outs for 'Beauty and The Beast', and even though Draco and Hermione
had made up, they still were determined to beat each other.
"You are so going down, Malfoy." Hermione grinned, stopping in front of the door, and coughing.
Malfoy opened it for her, with a fake look of respect. "Ah, well, we'll see about that, won't we
Granger?" He asked, walking in after her.
A loud, female voice boomed above the giant crowd of two-hundred people.
"BOYS TO THE RIGHT! GIRLS TO THE LEFT! C\'MON NOW, HOW HARD CAN THAT BE?
MOVE TO THE RIGHT, PLEASE, SIR! BOYS TO THE RIGHT, GIRLS TO THE LEFT!
LEBISNKI, STOP KISSING YOUR BOYFRIEND AND MOVE TO THE LEFT!"
Hermione and Draco laughed as Parvati broke apart two third years, who were kissing, and threw
the girl to the long line of other females. She must have placed a spell to make her voice louder,
because everyone could hear her.
"TO THE RIGHT, MORGAN, TO THE RIGHT! NO, THAT'S YOUR LEFT! RIIIIIIGHT! GOOD
BOY! BOYS TO THE RIGHT, GIRLS TO THE LEFT! C'MON PEOPLE, BOYS TO THE
RIGHT, GIRLS TO THE LEFT! GET YOUR SCRIPT READY, AND YOUR VOICES READY!
BOYS TO THE RIGHT, GIRLS TO LEFT! DAMMIT LEBISNKI! GET THE HELL AWAY
FROM YOUR DAMNED BOYFRIEND!"
The third year had gone back to kissing her boyfriend behind Parvati's back, and was now thrown
back to the line of girls, harshly.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you, then!" Draco smiled, kissing Hermione on the cheek. "I'll wave
when I reach the top, Granger."
"Hmm, yes, it's not the TOP when you're BELOW me." Hermione smiled.
"I would like to get below you, as a matter of fact..." Draco whispered into her ear, before running
off to the right. It took Hermione a few moments to understand what he meant, but when she did,
her face turned bright red.
"NOT LIKE THAT!" She yelled back to Draco, who just winked. "Pervert..." she muttered to
herself as she got into the line of girls.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After what seemed like ages, Parvati walked to the front of the lines, (which were now neat,
because she had threatened to curse anyone who wasn't in the correct line.)and told everyone to
quiet down. All the kids looked up at her.
"Okay!" She said, her voice as loud as before, but she seemed to not be yelling, but talking.
"Now! Everyone, I am the Director of this play! So, I have decided that the try-outs will take
place in front of everyone here, so that we can see how you act in front of an audience."
There was a murmur throughout the crowd; it was obvious that no one wanted to have to audition
in front of everyone else. Hermione silently agreed, but said nothing. Parvati continued.
"Also! Because I am the director, I would like to hear your voices, so, you will each have to sing a
random song of my choice!"
At these words, there was an uproar. Now it was even more obvious that absolutely NO ONE
wanted to have to SING in front of everyone else.
"I KNOW! I KNOW!" Parvatie yelled, trying to get everyone to shut up, "But listen to me! This is
a very good idea, I think! You see, if something happened on stage, the actors would have to go
along with it! You can't stop and start over! So, if we give you this song, you will have acted as
you would on stage! First you will sing a song from the play, than we will pick a song for you, so
that we know your REAL voice, and not what you practiced for three days. SO! First off, we have
Erica Q. and Dan F. Both of you will try out together, Erica as 'Bell' and Dan as 'The Beast'. Come
on up!"
The first two kids in line walked up to the stage, very nervously. The girl had long blond hair, and
the boy had short brown hair, and both looked exceptionally nervous. Hermione was very glad
she didn't have to go first...
~*~*~*~*~*~
All the kids in line had sat down on the ground, and we're now reading over their lines, while
some others had fallen asleep. It was at least an hour and a half later, and only half of the kids
were done. The only people not asleep were the next four kids ready to go up. Hermione was next
for the girls, and Ernie McMillan was next for the boys. Draco was lined up with Ginny for the
pair to go up after. Hermione was extremely pissed the Draco got to watch her, because she
would have to leave after this, and wouldn't be able to distract Draco, as she KNEW he was going
to do to her.
"Hermione G. and Ernie M.! You're next!" Parvati called, her voice was a lot less enthusiastic as
she called out their names. Hermione picked up her script, got to her feet, and walked with Ernie
up to the stage.
"Okay, start at the top of page 25, please."
"Er, Parvati?" Ernie asked, "who do I play?"
Parvati stared at him a moment, than stuttered "T-the beast, Ernie, the beast."
"Right!" He said, opening his script. Hermione tried to stay calm as she opened to page 25.
"I will play Bell's father. Go." Parvati said, leaning back in her chair. Hermione spoke first, her
voice pleading.
"Please, please! Let him go!" She said, bending down a bit, "Please! He didn't do anything wrong!
Let him go!"
"Er... no." Ernie said, forgetting his line. Parvati motioned for Hermione to go on.
"Please! He has a cold! He'll die up here! Please!" Hermione begged. Some of the kids started to
wake up now, because Hermione was almost yelling. She had watched all the other people trying
out, and noticed that they were very quiet, and Parvati kept telling them to speak up. So she
decided that if she wanted to beat Draco, than she would have to do the best she possibly could.
"He wandered into my castle, he is my prisoner\" Ernie said, finding his voice.
"No! No, please, let him go!" Hermione begged, "Let him go, and-and I will stay here...with you."
She looked down at her feet.
"No, Bell, no. Don't! Bell, you can't!" Parvati said, her eyes on Hermione. Hermione hoped it was
because she had been good.
"Y-you'll stay here with me?" Ernie said, sounding more like the beast.
"Y-y-yes. I- yes. I will, Just please, please let him go!"
"No! Bell! Don't! NO!" Parvati cried, getting more and more interested.
"Deal." Ernie said. Parvati read how the beast took Bell's father and threw him off the stage. "He
will be taken back to your home." Ernie said, much better than before. Hermione fell to the
ground, pretending to cry softly into her hands.
As she got up, so did Parvati.
"Wonderful job, Hermione! Excellent! And Ernie, you did good too." She said, shaking
Hermione's hand. Hermione blushed.
"T-thank you!"
"Okay, now onto the song. Ernie, you are the beast, Hermione, you're bell, I will be everyone else.
Open to the back, where 'Something There' is. Okay, when the music starts."
She turned on the music, and Hermione began to sing.
*'Something There'*
(Hermione sang) There's something sweet, and almost kind.
But he was mean and he was course and unrefined.
But now he's dear, I'm so unsure.
I wonder why I didn't see it there, before?
{Hermione had looked at Draco the entire time she sang, winking at the end of the third line. He
smiled back.}
(Ernie began to sing) She glanced this way, I thought I saw.
And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw.
No, it can't be, I'll just ignore.
But then she's never looked at me that way before.
{From in the crowd, Draco mouthed this to Hermione. She smiled sweetly as she began her next
verse, glancing at Draco when she said "True, that he's no Prince Charming!" ----He fake glared.}
(Hermione sang) New and a bit, alarming.
Who'd have thought that this could be?
True, that he's no, Prince Charming,
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see!
(Parvati sang) Well who'd have thought?
Well bless my soul!
Well who'd have known?
Well who indeed?
And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own? It's so peculiar!
We'll wait and see, a few days more, there may be something there that wasn't there before!
Ya know, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before.
There may be something there that wasn't there before."
As they ended, the Great Hall erupted into applause. Hermione bowed, and Ernie waved. Draco
was clapping lightly, not wanting to let Hermione win. He had to admit, though. Her voice was
angelic. Sweet, and soft, yet loud enough to be herd. It was entrancing.
"VERY GOOD, HERMIONE!" Parvati exclaimed, practically bursting with excitement. "Oh, and
good job, Ernie! Got off to a bad start, but you got through it in the end!"
Ernie nodded, apparently displeased with his performance.
"Well, now, Hermione. You have to sing a song by yourself now, okay?"
Hermione nodded. She felt like she could tackle the world, and sing any song that Parvati gave
her. Anything at all! 'Bring it on, Parvati!' She thought to herself.
"Okay, Hermione, you have to sing...(she searched through some old records.) Ah! Perrrfect! (she
rolled her 'r' ,and grinned evilly) Lets see what you make of this. Hermione, your song is 'Don't
give a Damn about my Bad Reputation'!!"
Hermione stood there a moment, not sure of what she was talking about. Than she remembered
the song. And the lines. This was one of the songs that Lavender had dared her to sing one night
after a Quidditch match against Slytherin. She turned white.
"W-what? N-no! No! Parvati, NO!" She said, the color completely drained form her face. Just the
thought of having to sing that in front of more than her close friends was unbearable.
"What? You want the part, don't you?" Parvati answered, putting the record in the player. (a/n:
magic thing, don't ask)
Hermione looked out at the crows, and than to Draco. Her heart filled with courage. She had to
win this. She had to get the part- just to spite Draco.
"F-fine. Put it on." Hermione said, gaining back her color. Parvati squealed with delight.
"Okay, go." She whispered, once the music began. Hermione took a deep breath, and began to
sing, quietly.
*Don't Give A Damn About My Bad Reputation*
I don't give a damn about my reputation!
Your livin in the past, it's a new generation!
I'm gonna do what I want to do, and that's what I'm gonna do!
And I don't' give a damn about my bad reputation!
{Here, Hermione started to get into it, singing louder and winking at some of her friends.
Everyone in the audience was completely surprised when she started to dance, shaking her hips,
and then stopping to sing again.)
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me)
And I don't give a damn about my reputation!
Never said I wanted to improve my station!
And I'm only doin good when I'm having fun!
And I don't hafta please no one!
And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation!
{Hermione walked to the edge of the stage, and screamed the last line into the mike. Everyone
started to clap. Draco stared open mouthed.)
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no no) Not me!
(me me me me me me)
I don't give a damn about my reputation!
Never been afraid of any deviation!
And I don't really care if you think I'm strange I ain't gonna change!
And I'm never gonna care about my bad reputation!
{Hermione threw her head forward, and all her hair swung out in front of her face as she started
to play her 'air guitar'. She threw her hair back ward and forward, looking like some kind of rockstar.}
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no no) Not me!
(me me me me me me)
Hello Boys... {Parvati came up, whispered something into Hermione's ear, and the two started to
dance in VERY un-Hermione like way. They shook their shoulders and leaned back and forth,
laughing hysterically. Parvati went and sat back down to watch as Hermione continued, now
screaming-yet-singing into the mike.}
And I don't give a damn about my reputation!
The worlds in trouble!
There's no communication!
And everyone can say what they wanna say, It never gets better anyway!
So why should I care about a bad reputation?
{She did a few more hair-flips, and pretended to play her 'guitar' again.}
Anyway, Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no
no) Not me! (me me me me me me)
I don't give a damn about no bad reputation!
Your livin in the past, it's a new generation!
And I only feel good when I got no pain, and that's how I\'m gonna stay!
And I dont' give a damn about my bad reputation,
Oh no! (no no no no no no) Not me! (me me me me me me) WO no! (no no no no no no) Not me!
(me me me me me me) (no no no no no no) NOT ME!!! (me me me me me me)
NOT ME! {She screamed the last part into the mike. That second, the song ended. Hermione
brought her head up to look around the room.}
~*~*~*~*~
Draco was now positively white. He had NEVER in his entire LIFE seen Hermione so out of
control! She was going crazy on the stage. He hoped that this was what she was like in bed...(a/n:
sorry, I had to say it)
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione stared at the audience, her smile fading as no one moved. Parvati was the first to start
clapping, and pretty soon, the entire hall was on their feet, positively screaming. Hermione
bowed, and left the stage. She had never felt so alive in her entire life. It was as if she had let out
all of the 'bad' in her. Screaming into the mike, she had felt like all the weight had been lifted
from her shoulders. She had just unleashed something in her that had been begging to get out for
years now. Her bad side.
"Hmmm... I might take up the career as a rock star for a job..." she thought to herself, as she
walked back to the common room, beaming.
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Dude, that chapter was like 20 pages in Word Perfect!!! CRAZY! I am sorry it is so long, but I
really wanted to get to this part that is going to come up next chapter. I wanted to do it THIS
chapter, but I couldn't, on account of it would take at LEAST five more pages. Anyway,
I am TERRIBLY sorry everyone is so OOC, but they HAVE to be, you see. Because everything
that has happened in this chapter is REALLY important in future chapters.
And sorry about all the little Author's Notes in the middle of the story... but sometimes i just like
to point out little things. That I find entertaining... because I am like that... its hard to write and be
serious! I mean, c'mon, "Snapped Snape"! Thats hilarious!! Its like a little kids book!! Anyway,
MORE TO COME! SO:
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