Sway
By: Demoness Mark
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay but between Writer's Block and my schoolwork there wasn't much I could do about it.
Chapter 7
Wanna love ya
Wanna bug ya
Wanna squeeze ya
Stupid girl
It had all started with that silly song. Hermione had always love dancing, She even had lessons as a child, continuing even through Hogwarts, if only in the summer. Ballet, Tap, Jazz, Musical Comedy, Gymnastics... they were her meat a drink, but it had been the music that had drawn her in.
Wanna touch ya,
Wanna take ya,
Wanna shut ya,
Stupid girl.
She had loved the soft melodies of classical music, and the sultry clash of jazz. The tear-jerking blues and the unique sounds of country music had always helped her think and feel. But it wasn't until she heard her first piece of rock music had she been inspired.
I can't take this,
Born to break this.
It had nearly broken her, but she created her own style of dance, combining all that she had learned in other forms of dance, created especially for rock. She had started with the Beatles and Pink Floyd before trying to make a routine for her favorite song, Stupid Girl.
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
Stupid girl, Stupid girl
She wanted, no, in some way she had needed for that song to be the one she preformed for the All England Dance Competition. She had worked , and tried, and experimented, but she kept coming across the problem of needing at least two male dancers. So she had swallowed her pride and followed Hogwart's trail of rumors to the Slytherin common room.
I'm a loner,
I'm a loser,
I'm a winner,
In my mind.
There she had found the two she needed. Both Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were exceptional dancers and strikingly good-looking to boot. Blaise's dark good-looks, with his cool temperament offset Draco's fierce temperament and his fair attractiveness. It had taken the two of them longer to convince that she had something they would want to do.
I'm a bad one,
I'm a good one,
I'm a sick one,
With a smile.
She had shown them what she had of the routine, but in the end it had been the fact that she was entered in a National contest that had convinced them. They had wanted to enter but the thought that it might damage their reputations if people believed that they were partners in anything more than dance. If the truth could have been told the two boys had more that a little rivalry, each often pronouncing that they despised the other. In fact, they worked together because they looked good, and they had no other choices.
I can't take this,
Born to break this.
They perfected the routine, nearly killing themselves in the process. The only times they could meet without interference, or the fear of being walked in on were either late at night, or during mealtimes. Often the three dancers had gone on one meal (or less) a day and about ten hours of sleep a week. At Dumbledore's insistence the week before they left for the competition was spent in the Hospital Wing recuperating.
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
Stupid girl, Stupid girl
Stupid girl, Stupid girl
From the time they entered the Great Hall for their Hogwarts performance, to the time they returned to school was a blur. The only thing that remained in Hermione's mind from that time was that was they had won, and had been able to continue onto the Internationals, and that they had been given many offers. When they had won the internationals, they had become celebrities within the Dance world. That had continued until the night of the Graduation Dance.
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
Stupid girl, Stupid girl
Hermione woke up, with her favorite song still in her head, wondering whether dreaming in the third person was a sign of insanity.
