Numbness Chapter 8: You Can't Be Me, I'm A Rock Star, a harry potter fanfic

A mischievous smile spread across Hermione's face as she climbed onto the seat of the motorcycle. As she sat on it, she took a moment to admire its beauty. It was indeed a classic. Shiny, metallic silver chrome. Jet black molding. The seat was comfortable black leather. She flicked her wand and muttered another spell. The engine sputtered and a low, deep rumble vibrated throughout the bike. Now Hermione understood why men were always so fond and protective of their cars. For some strange reason, she felt like she was connected to this motorcycle, despite the fact that it was Sirius' and that Harry was probably the one he wanted to give it to.

As she thought about Harry and Sirius, she felt a tiny twinge of guilt in her heart. She knew that this wasn't right. In a way, wasn't she dishonoring Sirius by riding his bike when it was really Harry who deserved to ride it? She let out a deep groan.

"I guess I won't go then." Hermione muttered to herself. But as she said the word "go" the motorcycle immediately sprung to life. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, the bike immediately took off, carry Hermione on it.

She let out a loud, piercing shriek as she drove onto the road.

(A/N: Okay, now it's going to get a little confusing. I want you all to read and picture the events that follow as a movie. For a better reading experience, listen to N.E.R.D.'s "Rockstar Poser The Jason Nevin Remix" while reading this.)

As Hermione rode into the night, her boom box continued to play the song she was listening to a couple of minutes ago inside her bedroom. And for some strange reason, the song seemed to fit the situation she was in.

"You think the way you live's okay

You think posin' will save the dayâ

You think we don't see that you're runningâ

Better call your boys

Cause I'm coming"

Hermione whimpered as the motorcycle continued to ride down the street. She gripped the handles as if her life depended upon it. She was completely terrified. But for some strange reason, there was a small part of her that enjoying this. And soon, after driving down the road and not crashing into anyone, that part grew larger and larger until Hermione was actually having fun. The mischievous sparkle returned to her eye and she grinned evilly.

"Let's do this." She whispered to no one in particular.

"You can't be meâ
I'm a Rock Starâ
I'm rhyming on the top of a cop car
I'm a rebel and my .44 pops far

It's almost over now
It's almost over now

Yesâ
You ain't heard that we swallow guysâ
It's too damn late to apologizeâ
When you see the mantle or will you see the skiesâ

It's almost over now
It's almost over now"

Hermione felt the wind whip her long, raven hair so that it looked like she had a black cape flowing behind her. Her eyes seemed to glow with excitement. She began weaving down the rode, swerving and turning hazardously to avoid crashing into the slower cars. Bright lights from shop windows and restaurants reflected into her eye, causing golden flecks to dance across her pupil. Hermione whipped her wand out and screamed: "POINT ME!" The wand immediately pointed to the left so she immediately veered to her left side, causing another car to almost collide with her motorcycle, and began driving down another road.

"You have to plenty of time

There was no rushâ

But it was your dream to be like usâ

You're in dreamland so you don't careâ

And as you wait

I'm standing there"

She looked around her and concluded that there was a dead end in front of her. It seemed that there was a construction site up ahead. She squinted. No one seemed to be around. She also noticed a large ramp ahead of her. She grinned. Making sure once again that no one was looking, Hermione drove even faster toward the ramp. Finally, the motorcycle rode onto the wooden platform. It was a very large ramp so it took several seconds to ride up. But then Hermione felt herself sail off of it.

Hermione felt herself lift up into the air and she soared towards the sky. Then she began to feel the sensation of falling. Panic gripped her heart. But then, she heard herself scream: "FLY!" and she heard the motorcycle's engine become more quiet and the sensation of falling immediately stop. That was when Hermione knew. She was flying on Sirius' bike.