Chapter Fourteen

Oh Captains, Their Captains

Harry jumped to his feet, whooping and cheering his best friends along with most of the rest of the school. In the process, Draco's feet were thrown off the comfortable pillow that was Harry's lap.

"Watch it, Potter!" cried the indignant Slytherin. Draco glared up at the Gryffindor. "My feet were there, Scar Face."

Harry glanced down at Draco, an exasperated look on his face. He shrugged once. "Sorry," he said, with not a shred of apology in his voice.

Draco crossed his arms, a childishly angry pout sitting on his features. He watched jealously Harry folded Hermione and Ron into a congratulatory hug. The smile lighting Harry's face was entrancing to Draco, and he couldn't help but stare.

The famous Gryffindor Trio sat down finally, along with the rest of the audience. As soon as Harry's backside met with the soft cushion of the couch, Draco's feet were flipped back onto Harry's lap. A satisfied smile set itself onto Draco's face as he stretched his arms and then tucked his hands behind his head.

"Hey," yelped Harry in surprise. "Geez, Malfoy. That could have really hurt… Could you at least let me get a bit comfortable before you put your smelly feet all over me?"

Draco took on a look of mock offense. "Smelly feet? Me? Never. I have always, and will always smell like a bed of freshly blooming roses, Potter. I do not smell." He crossed his legs at the ankles and smiled genuinely at Harry. "But I suppose I could let you actually sit down first."

Harry was caught a bit off-guard at the real smile illuminating Draco's face. He shook himself quickly and replied a simple "thank you." Then both he and his Slytherin enemy-turned-seating-companion turned their attention back to the stage where Seamus was back onstage and about to introduce the next act.

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"Wasn't that the sweetest display of affection you've ever seen, ladies and gentlemen?" Seamus smiled at Ron and Hermione, whose faces were now both matching Ron's hair in color. "Another round of applause for the happy couple, if you please."

The audience clapped cheerfully for the couple once more. Hermione nodded her thanks and Ron did a little wave of recognition.

"Now then." Seamus glanced down at a small card that held the line-up of performers and the introductions for each. Seamus smiled secretively. "The next group has asked that they not be announced by name or house. They asked that I only inform you all that you are about to view one fabulous performance." Seamus' smile grew even larger. "And I can tell you one thing. They are absolutely right." Seamus smiled again and stepped down off the stage.

As Seamus sat down, a murmur started surging through the crowd. For the last ten acts, the performers were already on the stage and setting up by the time Seamus was back in his seat. But now- Now there was no one moving to take the stage. Heads were pivoting, looking for some kind of indication of who would be taking the stage. But nothing was seen. No one was moving.

Unbeknownst to their classmates and families, the performers had all agreed during their last practice that they would all stay seated, and none of them would move to start the song until a full minute had passed after their introduction was made.

Suddenly, a phantom voice spoke.

"Where's all my soul captains?

Lemme hear ya'll flow, captains!"

Four male voices were heard, scattered around the room. But no one saw anybody's lips moving.

"HEY CAPTAIN, GO CAPTAIN, YO CAPTAIN, FLOW CAPTAIN!

HEY CAPTAIN, GO CAPTAIN, YO CAPTAIN, FLOW CAPTAIN!"

Then, a single fifth year, Terry Boot of Ravenclaw, stood proudly. He was holding his Nimbus 2000 in his hand. And he was decked out in all of his Quidditch gear. The royal blue robes looked sensational on him, bringing out the sparkle in his eye. Before anyone had the chance to realize who it was, he started singing in a powerful tenor.

" 'Twas from Madame Hooch that we first learned the game

That consumes our every thought."

Terry strode confidently down his row, past all his friends, and out into the aisle that led to the stage. He started up the aisle, smiling at Madame Hooch and winking cheekily.

"She said, 'Hey there,

Don't stare,

Wanna get in the air?' "

The professor smiled back at Terry as the boy neared the stage. From their places among the other audience members, Terry's fellow performers sang along as he came to the chorus of the song.

PITCHES, SNITCHES

ABRA CADABRA

PITCHES, SNITCHES

FLY AWAY

HOCUS POCUS

ABRA CADABRA

QUIDDITCH, OUR PASSION TRUE

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI, CE SOIR?

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI?

It was definitely four boys singing the song, but no one's lips were moving save Terry Boot, who had finally reached the stage. As the chorus ended, though, a flash of yellow signaled the revealing of another of the performers.

Ernie Macmillan was also holding his broom, also a Nimbus 2000. He, too, was dressed in full Quidditch robes. He grinned up at Terry as he started singing his verse in his own clear tenor.

"WE LEARNED HOW TO FLY AND WE CONQUERED THE GAME"

He left his seat next to Justin and strode toward the stage, winking at girls as he passed.

"BOY, WE ALL WERE TRAINING HARD"

Ernie flexed his free arm and grinned as a couple girls nearby squealed in delight. The grin grew as pride took over.

"THEN CAPTAIN WE EACH GOT,

WE WON THE HIGHEST SPOT, YEAH"

He, Terry and the other two mystery singers repeated the chorus again.

PITCHES, SNITCHES

ABRA CADABRA

PITCHES, SNITCHES

FLY AWAY

HOCUS POCUS

ABRA CADABRA

QUIDDITCH, OUR PASSION TRUE

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI, CE SOIR?

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI?

By the end of the chorus, Ernie had joined Terry on the stage, and people were searching around, waiting for the next boy to make his appearance.

Draco Malfoy swung his legs off Harry's lap, gaining a slight eyebrow-raising and a smirk from Harry. In a second, Draco was shrouded in emerald green and holding his precious Nimbus 2001. A few people gasped as they watched the Slytherin break out in a rap. Draco smirked and started sauntering up to the stage, making sure to take his time.

"Yeah, yeah, uh

We come through with the snitches and the Quidditch Cups

See, 'cause we're out for their blood, face in the mud"

Draco made a fist and then gestured to the ground. He shook a fist again.

"We beatin' all the others and we're jackin' up the scores

I'm saying, why bust my butt when I can beat yours!

Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry"

Draco shrugged, a look that clearly said 'too bad for you' painting his features.

"I'm-a keep playing my game rough- Give up? Hardly.

Play hard on the pitch, get love from the chicks"

Draco shook his head and then flexed his muscles, in clear view of as many girls as possible. He was rewarded with several happy squeals and a couple whistles. He grinned and continued.

"Four bad ass captains for Hogwarts Quidditch.

Hey captains, yo captains!

Betta get that goal captains"

Draco took his broom off his shoulder where it had been sitting and set himself on it. He kicked off, soaring high into the air.

"We fly high with brooms under our ass,"

He patted the boom handle lovingly.

"Flyin' right, you'll never reach up to our height

We gonna Hocus and some Abra

Pocus and cadabra

Quidditch, our passion true

(one more time, c'mon)"

Draco had flown toward the stage and was now easing himself down next to Ernie. They grinned amiably at each other and then continued singing, along with the final mystery singer, the only Quidditch captain that hadn't yet appeared. Gryffindor's captain.

"PASSION TRUE,

OUR PASSION TRUE

PASSION TRUE…"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Harry Potter had a great smile dancing on his lips. He was now hovering about five feet in the air, sitting on his Firebolt and dressed in his scarlet Quidditch robes. Ron and Hermione, along with the rest of his schoolmates, were staring up at Harry. He could practically hear the thought floating through each and every person's mind. Are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy really singing a song together?!? Are they feeling ill? Harry grinned at his captive audience as he started singing.

"Touch of the wind blowin' through our hair"

Harry ran his fingers through the infamously messy hair.

"Flying out over the pitch"

Harry leaned back on his broom, stretching his arms out to his sides. His eyes were closed and he had a look of intense concentration on his face.

"Makes the savage beast inside

Roar until he cries

'More, more, more' "

Harry's eyes snapped open, and the need in them made at least half the crowd below him weak in the knees. He nearly screamed the last word, sending a wave of excitement through the audience. Harry flew quickly to the stage where the rest of the captains were bopping together, dancing along to their back-up music.

Ernie grinned at Harry as he landed next to Draco, and started dancing around. Ernie turned his grinning face to the audience. He gestured to the other three captains.

"NOW WE'RE UP HERE, YEAH ALL ON ONE SIDE"

Terry nodded and grinned too.

"Showing what truces are like"

The four boys linked arms, grinning at each other and then at the faces of their classmates. Harry nodded a little toward Draco and then sang his next line.

"And though rivals you see, together we'll be…"

The boys let go of each other. Terry and Ernie glanced at each other and each threw a fist in the air.

"MORE!"

An exchanged glance between Harry and Draco, and two more fists were thrown into the air.

"MORE!"

They all then threw their arms over the others' shoulders and Harry and Terry threw up their free hands.

"MORE!"

They let go at the same time and started dancing around again. They split and danced their way into the audience, getting the crowd up and dancing as well. All the time, they were singing the chorus one more time.

"PITCHES, SNITCHES

ABRA CADABRA

PITCHES, SNITCHES

FLY AWAY

HOCUS POCUS

ABRA CADABRA

QUIDDITCH, OUR PASSION TRUE

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI, CE SOIR?

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI? (Oh, my captains, yeah!)

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI, CE SOIR?

VOULEZ-VOUS VOLER AVEC MOI? (oooh) (C'mon, uh!)

The same voice that had called to the captains at the beginning spoke again. "Hey Harry!"

Harry stopped dancing with a Hufflepuff second-year and hopped onto his broom. As he sang, he flew back up to the stage.

"Hey Qui-i-i-i-i-i-i-dditch!"

The voice called again. "Ernie!"

Ernie left his Slytherin seventh-year dancing partner to hop onto his own broom and fly up with Harry.

"OUR PASSION TRUE!"

Again, the voice called out. "Draco!"

Draco left the Ravenclaw fourth-year and flew up next to Harry and Ernie.

"Hey, hey, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh"

The voice called a last time. "Terry!"

Terry left the Gryffindor third-year behind and flew up to the stage.

"Oh-oh oooooh"

Harry and Draco tossed an arm around each other carelessly and sang together.

"Together baby"

Terry and Ernie adopted the same stance.

"BABY!"

Each boy sang one last line alone. They let go of their fellow captains and each boy as he sang sent a stunning smile out to the audience, much to the enjoyment of all the girls, and many of the boys, in the mass of students before them.

"Oo-ooh!"

"QUIDDITCH, YEAH!"

"Dah-doo, dah doo"

"Hogwarts Captains here"

Harry and Draco turned their backs to each other, as did Ernie and Terry. They pulled their brooms to their chest and crossed their arms.

"QUIDDITCH, OUR PASSION TRUE…

OH YEEEEEEES-AH"

At the last note, each boy leaned back onto their rival captain and turned their heads to look over their shoulders. Terry and Ernie smiled pleasantly at each other. Harry and Draco sneered at each other for a second and then each adopted a wide grin.

Harry winked at Draco quickly, an action that was observed by only two people in the entire Great Hall.

Draco sent a quick wink back.

Albus Dumbledore's eyes just twinkled merrily.

~*~TBC~*~