Chapter 12: Concert Weekend
Hermione and Draco turned in their potion and obviously got an A, even though Professor Snape didn't seem too happy that one person in the group was Hermione Granger, but he gave them an A all the same.
It was Friday, so there was a lot of commotion going around. Everyone was ready for the weekend, especially a certain blonde boy. This boy was Draco Malfoy. He would finally get to hear Hermione Granger sing.
Little did she know that he and Alex were planning something huge. Some people knew that they where planning something, but they had no clue what it was (and they didn't really care).
Hermione, on the other hand, was stressing big time because the concert was the following night and she still had to pick the songs she wanted to sing, plus practice them with the band one more time, and she also had to make sure that everything would go smoothly. She couldn't have anything out of place.
Everything must go perfectly, she would say to herself while she would do homework or try to pick out songs.
So far she only had one song picked out, "Hard to Understand" (A/N: That song is written by me, alright!? Okay, on with the story.) Now all she needed to do was to pick out, like, ten more songs. Then some stress would be lifted.
Hermione stormed into the common room after her last class and laid down on the red sofa, starting to read a book, but soon she fell asleep.
Draco soon followed in, exhausted from all the planning he and Alex were doing. He couldn't believe what he was going to do tomorrow. He kept replaying what they had talked about in his mind, but he just couldn't picture him doing it.
He walked by the red sofa and saw Hermione sleeping soundly. He slowly bent down next to her and tested to see if she really was asleep, and she was. Draco carefully scooped her up in his arms, and to his pleasure, her reaction was to snuggle closer to him.
Draco carried her up the stairs and to her room where, just as carefully, he put Hermione into her bed. As he slowly took his hands out from behind her, he moved his head towards hers and he gave her a light kiss on her forehead.
Then Draco slowly left, but before he left the room he whispered, "I love you, Hermione." And with that, he closed the door.
When Draco was downstairs he sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace and picked up a book he had never seen before. It had some sort of creature on the cover. The animal looked like a horse, but this horse ran off a cliff and wigs grew out from its sides. Draco opened the book to see that it was dated. It was dated August 11.
He recognized the handwriting but read the text anyway. After he had read the first two entries he realized that this was Hermione's diary.
He quickly closed it and picked up a different book. But something about Hermione's diary kept making him look at the cover as if he should read its other entries. Not being able to hold back the anxiety any longer, he pick up Hermione's diary and flipped through the pages until he found the most recent entry...
January 11th
Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day ever. Well actually the worst day ever was when Draco broke up with me, but today had to be one of the worst. Today Draco did his usual insults but today was the first or second, or maybe even third, time he's called me a Mudblood.
Why? When we dated he was so caring. I got to know a side of him that most people never or hardly ever get to meet. He was my ideal boy friend. I think I loved him. I think he
Draco couldn't read the rest. Not because he didn't want to, but because the page had tear stains all over it, making it hard to read. He closed the book and decided that it was time to go eat some dinner.
Draco got up off the couch and walked down to the dinning room.
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Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep, not aware of the shadow at the edge of her bed. She woke up with the feeling of some one watching her, but no one was there.
Hermione looked around to see that she was not where she had fallen asleep at earlier. She could have sworn that she fell asleep downstairs on the couch. So how did she get in her room?
Getting off her bed, Hermione's foot hit something. She looked down only to find her wand.
That's odd, she thought as she picked up her wand. What was my wand doing on the ground?
Hermione walked down the stairs only to realize that today was Saturday and the concert was TONIGHT, and that all of today was practice for the band in the Great Hall.
Hermione glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner to see that it was 9:00. She had slept in! The band should be in the Great Hall by now.
Hermione ran from the common room and down four flights of stairs.
She entered the Great Hall, all out of breath.
"About time you showed up!" came Kristen's voice from the stage in the front of the room. "We were starting to get worried!"
"Do you have the songs?" Gennie asked.
"Yes...I...do" Hermione answered with deep breaths.
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Concert night
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"Wow," Kristen said as she closed the curtains. "There's a big crowd out there. It looks like all of the school and all of Hogsmeade showed up for this!"
"Nervous, are you, Kristen?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, we've never done a show this big!"
"Get used to it. 'Cause if we get famous, there will be bigger shows. With more people. In bigger rooms. Fans crying out your name in cheers. Yeah, it will be cool."
"You guys are live in ten minutes!" Fred said.
"Fred!" Alex squealed and ran into her boyfriend's arms. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the audience?"
"Well, yeah, but Dumbledore offered me and George to work backstage, so we said yes! Best seats in the house! Break a leg, you guys!"
"Girls." Gennie corrected.
"Right," Fred said.
"Five minutes, girls!" came George's voice from across the stage.
"Okay, see you after the show!" Alex said. "Love you!"
"Love you too. Break a leg, but not really."
"Okay," Alex said, holding back the giggles.
With that, Hermione led Kristen, Gennie, Breanna, and Alex out onto the stage. Everyone started to applaud.
Hermione walked up to the microphone and looked out over the audience. Her eyes stopped when she found Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They where smiling and talking to one another. Ron looked at her and mouthed something but she couldn't tell what it was.
"Hey everybody!" she said smoothly. "I'm Hermione and this is my band. On lead guitar we have Alex, on bass we have Breanna, on keyboard we have Gennie, and on drums we have Kristen! Together we are 'Unexpected'!"
Everyone in the great hall clapped, some people cheering.
Alex started a note and the others picked up the beat. Hermione said into the microphone, "This first song is called 'He Wasn't'."
Hermione starts to sing:
There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
Na na na na na, we've all got choices.
Na na na na, we've all got voices.
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.
Na na na na na