Harry's P.O.V.
This is not good. Not good at all. There is no goodness in this situation WHATSOEVER. NONE! NADA! NIEN! What if I suddenly start singing about the prophecy? Then everyone will be all OVER me. How can you SING about a prophecy anyway?
La-la-la-frickedy-la, I have a bloody prophecy?
Hmmm…it's not my best work but it'll have to do. God, what if I start singing about Voldemort? And the Order? Or even…S-Sirius. Oh god, why am I thinking about him?
I promised myself I wouldn't think about him. Bad things happen when I think about him. Ask Dudley. He has the bite marks to prove it.
No matter WHAT, there is ONE thing I CANNOT sing about. The NUMBER ONE thing. I can't sing about my crush on Hermione.
Ron's P.O.V.
Well, I don't know why everyone's so panicked. I don't have any secrets at all. He-he, it's a lucky thing that everything I think, I end up saying. There ARE perks to being a "thick-headed, insensitive prat" like Hermione says. A lot of people think that I like Hermione, but I really don't.
We're just friends. Hermione, on the other hand, looks real nervous. I wonder if SHE likes ME. Maybe THAT'S the secret that she really doesn't want people to hear about. Wow, she looks really stressed.
I should probably comfort her. Lend her some support. Show her that I care. Hmmm…
Maybe later. I still have to get my poster back from Neville.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Oh dear God. What am I going to do? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO???
I wish I could leave but that locking charm Snape did looked complicated. And I don't want to be electrocuted. My hair doesn't need another excuse to look like a tumbleweed on Prozac.
But then people will know my secret. And than EVERYTHING will fall apart.
Snape's P.O.V.
Ahhh...finally. A few minutes to relax. While those stupid kids are in there, worrying about singing, I'll be here. Relaxing. With my horrendously large collection of alcohol and beer. Heee heee...oh...the possibilities.
End P.O.V.
Everyone was nervously chatting with each other. Other's had their lips tightly clamped together, as if they were trying to prevent any lyrics to spill out of their mouth. Seamus Finnegan had even taken clothespins and pinned his lips together. He looked like he was in excruciating pain.
All of a sudden, soft techno music seemed to fill the room. All the students were turning back and forth, trying to find the source of the music.
"Who's playing that music?" Ron asked loudly. But nobody noticed him. They were all staring at Hermione.
As soon as Hermione felt her lips start to move on their own, she had taken her hand and clapped it over her mouth. But her hand felt like it was moving away on its own also. She struggled hard and tried to keep her lips shut. Her eyes looked wild and frightened. But she couldn't control herself.
She began to sing.
"All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things he said
This is not enough…"
She then completely lost control of her body and had climbed onto Professor Snape's desk. She stood over everyone, her sweet voice echoing through the classroom.
I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?
I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free
Nobody else so we can be free…"
All of a sudden, the window snapped open on its own and a blustery current of air seemed to come through it. It whipped Hermione's hair around her face and seemed to swirl around the room. She tossed her hair to and fro and closed her eyes, seeming to be lost in her own voice.
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things he said
This is not enough
(Ya Soshla S Uma - Ma!)
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said
Everyone stared at her as she continued to stand on the desk and sing. The soft techno music grew faster and more intense. The same thing was on everyone's mind. Who was she singing about??
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want him so much
Wanna fly him away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for him what he's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
This is not enough
This is not enough
Suddenly, Hermione had dropped to her knees on the desk. Her eyes seemed to contain a bit of moisture and a reverent gaze was spread across her features. She raised her hands as if asking help from a deity.
Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind
Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things he said
All the things he said
Running through my head
Running through my head
This is not enough
(Yes…what…what…)
This is not enooooouuuugh
(Repeat "All the things he said" until music fades)
As soon as the music was gone, Hermione blinked twice and then looked cautiously at her surroundings. Everyone stared at her with confused and anxious gazes.
"Aw crap."
Suddenly, Professor Snape burst into the Potions classroom, a few alcohol bottles held in his hand. His eyes looked a bit glazed and he swayed back and forth as he spoke.
"Did I miss anything?" He slurred drunkenly.
Hermione let out a small whimper and immediately raced to the door, nearly toppling Snape. She ran out the door and her footsteps were heard, slapping against the stone floor.
Everyone looked confused, except for two people who both had a look of hope in their eyes. The first was Harry Potter. The second was Draco Malfoy.
(Aha! The plot thickens! Okay, remember. If you want more chapters, REVIEW!)
(And the song was by T.A.T.U. "All The Things She Said".)
