This was before and after my extremely easy Spanish final. Lol so here it is.
Chapter Four:
They parked on the far side of the school, away from windows. Hermione, Izzy, and Harry all started going for the main door, but Ron stopped them suddenly. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Do you WANT to be caught by the principle and get detentions?!" He led them to a very discrete door on the side. Harry didn't even know it was there. He didn't think the girls did either from the confused looks on their faces.
Hermione began to speak, "Ron, where does thi—"
"Sshh!" Ron suddenly quieted her, holding up his finger up to his mouth. They were all silent as Ron led them through another door. When they were al in, Ron smiled and called out, "Hey Mr. S!"
The other three finally realized they were in the music wing of the school. Mr. Splitmick was the head of the arts department. He was a short man with bushy white hair. All they could see was his very kindly face smiling at them just above the music stand he was standing behind. "Ah, Mr. Weasley, I see you are late coming from lunch again." He saw the rest of the group standing behind Ron. "And I see you brought your friends!" He smiled again, "Hello Miss Granger! I heard you were coming back!"
Hermione returned the smile, "Hi Mr. Splitmick."
He nodded kindly to Izzy and Harry. "Harry, Isabella."
Izzy shook her head, "Mr. S.—whoa, it's Izzy!"
The small teacher laughed. "I beg your pardon." He turned to Ron, so what can I do for you today?"
"Well," Ron responded with the tone of a business proposal, "I was just thinking, you know, if you could… work your magic and get us excused from Drake's class today?" He grinned while attempting to bat his eyelashes. This just made the others burst into laughter all of them thinking that it was not going to work.
Splitmick shook his head with laughter and smiled, "I'll see what I can do." Ron was beaming now. The other three were shocked, but relieved.
"So this is how you always get out easy from Drake's assignments when you're gone." Izzy muttered to him.
Then Mr. Splitmick continued, "But you know the price Mr. Weasley."
Ron just laughed, "Of course!" The small teacher went back to what he was doing laughing at his students. Ron then turned to Harry. "You play drums, right?" Harry nodded. He, Ron, and Izzy had their last class of the day in the music wing. It was where pretty much al the students who played instruments could come and practice or just mess around. Ron went on, "Great. Izzy, got grab your fiddle. And Hermione—we'll need a singer." She smiled and nodded. They all gathered back around the drums and piano. Ron sat at the piano and stated, "so—what do we wanna start with?"
"How about some jazz?" Harry suggested.
"Oooh!" Hermione squealed, "I know the words to 'Summertime'—I love that song!"
They all agreed. Harry started with a slow rhythmic beat, Ron played some chords and Izzy play a beautiful violin intro. Harry had her and Ron jamming together before, but he didn't know either of them was as good as he had just found out. Then Hermione came in singing with a sweet, but jazzy voice.
Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich,
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby don't you cry
Harry couldn't believe it. He was so taken by the beauty of her voice, he felt like he was floating on air.
The four of them continued to play all sorts of things. They spent the rest of the hour going from jazz to some hip-hop, folk songs with Ron on his acoustic guitar, and even some rock on his electric. Then the bell rand and they all came back to the real world. Since Hermione also was in this class, they all stayed there and played some more together.
Izzy then turned to Ron, "Hey, could we actually use this hour to practice my concerto?" she added, "if that's ok with you guys" to Harry and Hermione. "My competition's next week!"
"Oh, of course not!" smiled Hermione, "I haven't heard you really perform in ages!"
Ron put his guitars in their cases and went back to sit at the piano. Izzy handed him some pieces of music.
Harry and Hermione went to sit against the wall across the room. Ron started the introduction to the Mendelssohn violin concerto and Izzy entered with the most gorgeous tone quality. Harry sat there with Hermione in awe. Not only at Izzy's playing, but also that he was sitting next to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
"Wow." He accidentally let slip out.
Hermione took this to mean he was talking about Izzy's playing. "Yea," she agreed. "Izzy's been playing forever. She started when she was like three or something. It was as if she was just born with a violin in her hands and music in her heart. It's everything to her."
"Wow," Harry said again. "Ron's really good too."
"Yea, he started piano at age five or six and then just picked up the guitar just two years ago, freshman year." She looked and smiled at Harry. This made his stomach totally feel like it was doing somersaults and flip-flops, but it was the good kind of butterfly feeling. "And I just have to add, you really rock out on the drums yourself" she laughed, "what's your story?"
"Oh, well—" this kind of caught Harry by surprise. She wanted to know about him? "Actually, well, my parents died when I was only a baby and so I was taken to live with my aunt and uncle. I really couldn't call that home because they were total assholes." Hermione's smile was slowly fading as he continued his depressing story. Harry noticed this and tried making his voice sound more bouncy and care-free. "But I would just take my anger out on the pots and pans. So when I was like eight or so, I just found that I had a knack for it and I've just kind of taught myself through the years." He paused. "I moved here to live with my Godfather and he got me a really nice new set for Christmas. So it's been really great lately," he added, trying to cheer up Hermione so she wouldn't feel sorry for him.
After a pause, she found her voice and quietly said, "wow, well I'm really sorry to hear about your parents… and how horrible your own aunt and uncle were to you." She had a worried look on her face.
Harry tried to comfort her saying, "Oh, its ok." He smiled, "its great living with Sirius now. He was my parents best friend, so he tells all sorts of storied about them." He laughed, "I never thought I'd have such crazy parents." Hermione finally smiled again. Harry continued, "So… you were in England?"
"Yeah…" she said hesitantly. Luckily, at that moment, Izzy played the last glorious notes of her piece and just for fun added a dramatic bow. Harry and Hermione cracked up and burst into wild applause, hooting and hollering.
"Thank you, thank you," Izzy was saying, "I don't know what I'd do without all the little people," she joked, pretending to tear up and her voice cracking. "They are what keep me going."
Ron was now laughing also as he got up from the piano. He went and gave Izzy a hug. "You are gonna knock them dead next week," and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Both Harry and Hermione noticed the two blush at this action, but just smiled at each other and laughed silently to themselves.
Well there it is. Please continue to review, I really appreciate it. I hope I'm meeting more people's needs—I really tried to drop some good hints and help set up better for what's going to come in the next chapters.