Chapter 5- Private Lessons

Ginny sat with Dean near the fire in the common room, both of their scripts out as they read lines. Harry and Hermione sat at a table not too far off, working on homework of their own. "Don't you think we should stop it?" Harry asked.

"Why?" Hermione countered, still looking at her parchment. "Look, Ron needs to realize that Ginny can make her own decisions. Don't you go getting on her case too."

"I know, but he's going to be here any moment," Harry pointed out.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then you go talk to them."

"Fine, I will," Harry said. He stood defiantly and walked towards the seating area in front of the fire. The problem was, when he got there, Harry wasn't sure what he should say. "Er—Ginny?" he asked.

Ginny looked up from laughing at something Dean had said. "Yeah?" Ginny asked.

"Well, I was—er," Harry scratched the back of his head trying to think of something, anything. That's when he saw the scripts. "I thought that maybe we could rehearse a few of our scenes," he said. He looked up at Ginny and tried to act convincing.

"Is that alright?" Ginny asked Dean.

"Sure," said Dean leaning back. "Can you help me again tomorrow, though?"

Ginny smiled. "Why of course Mr. Thomas."

"See you then, Ms. Weasley," Dean said. He took her right hand in his and kissed it lightly. Ginny apparently thought it very funny, but Harry found himself not liking the interaction.

"So, where did you want to practice?" Ginny asked as she stood to follow.

"Is the auditorium open?" Harry asked.

Ginny looked at her watch. "I don't know, but it's getting kind of late isn't it?"

"Don't worry about that," Harry said. Quickly Harry made his way over to his book bag and pulled out a silvery piece of fabric.

"Oh, don't you have all the answers," Ginny teased and got beneath the cloak with Harry. If they weren't going to be looked for in the auditorium, they couldn't be seen going into the auditorium. Just as they were approaching, Ginny noticed Draco looking around.

"Great," Harry muttered quietly.

"Don't give up so easily," Ginny said taking out her wand. "You know these come in handy. Phadelius," Ginny added, moving her wand.

Draco started to turn quickly, looking over one shoulder, then the other. His head kept snapping back and forth. "What did you do?" Harry asked, trying to hold back laughter.

"Well right now, there's a little monkey that just wants to be friends with a ferret," Ginny said. "Come on."

Harry and Ginny made it into the auditorium and threw off the cloak before laughing loudly, the noise echoing through the performing hall. "Shhhh," Harry said through his laughter.

"Don't worry about it," Ginny said. "There were silencing charms put to keep the sound in the hall separated from that in here."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Hermione was bragging about it." Harry and Ginny laughed. Ginny looked up on the stage and gasp. "They got it!"

"Got what?" Harry asked.

Ginny approached a baby grand piano to answer the question. "Hey, give me your music," she said.

"Didn't you bring yours?" Harry asked.

"No, I have it memorized."

"Then why do you—"

"Just let me see it," said Ginny. Harry handed both script and score over. Ginny opened it to a certain song and placed it on the music stand of the piano. Suddenly the introduction to a song started to play.

"What the—" Harry started before Ginny held up a hand to stop him.

Sitting on the edge of the piano bench dramatically, Ginny sighed and started in a nasally accent, "'It says here'…"

The average unmarried female,

Basically insecure,

Due to some long frustration may react!

With psychosomatic symptoms,

Difficult to endure, Affecting the upper respiratory tract

Ginny pretended to put down a book and stood, starting to do a little dance that Harry started laughing at.

You can spray her wherever you figure the streptococci lurk,

You can give her a shot for whatever she's got, but it just won't work.

If she's tired of getting the fisheye from the hotel clerk,

A person can develop a cold.

Ginny winked in an exaggerated manner as Harry rolled his eyes. Moving her hips smoothly, she went back to the chair. "'It says here'…"

The female remaining single,

Just in the legal sense,

Has a neurotic tendency, see note.

"See note?" Ginny contorted her face into a humorous expression of curiousity. "You're killing me!" Harry shouted out through his hysteria. "Oh note." Ginny looked straight at Harry with a smile.

Chronic, organic syndromes,

Toxic or hyper tense,

Affecting the eye, the ear, the nose, or throat.

Ginny stood once more, walking around the stage batting her eyelashes and acting uncharacteristically girly.

In other words,

Just from worrying whether the wedding is on or off,

A person can develop a cough.

You can feed her all day with the Vitamin A and the Bromo fizz,

But the medicine never gets anywhere near where the trouble is.

If she's getting a kind of a name for herself, and the name ain't his,

A person can develop a cough.

Ginny made a dramatic fake sneeze. Harry was finally gaining control of himself as he tried to match Ginny's demure, but no matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't succeed.

And furthermore,

Just from stalling and stalling and stalling the wedding trip,

A person can develop La Grippe.

When they get on that train to Niagra, she can hear the churchbells chime.

The compartment is air-conditioned and the mood sublime.

Then they get off at Saratoga for the fourteenth time,

A person can develop La Grippe, La Grippe, La post-nasal drip,

With the wheezes, and the sneezes, and the sinuses really a pip!

From a lack of community property and a feeling she's getting to old,

A person can develop a big bad cold.

Ginny finished with a pose and Harry clapped loudly. "Encore! Encore!" he shouted.

"Why thank you!" Ginny said with a large bow. "Your turn," she added, picking the book back up and flipping through the pages.

Harry froze. "I—er—I don't know any of them really well," Harry admitted.

"So let's learn one," Ginny said, turning the book to a certain page. "Just the melody," she said to the piano. It started playing one of the songs Harry would have to sing.

"So what do I do?" Harry asked, lost.

"Just follow the words as they go with the notes," Ginny directed. "Here, follow my finger." With those instructions, Harry started singing as Ginny's finger would point to a note, then the next.

When Hermione had taught him the song to audition with, she would sing a line and have him repeat it. This seemed to be nearly similar, but much more comfortable. Harry noticed that Ginny's level of patience was extremely high. "Let's try that last line again," she would tell the piano before counting out a measure to cue both Harry and the piano. He was starting to appreciate Ginny's help, as he realized he would otherwise be doing this in front of everyone else. Maybe now he could actually start looking good.

When Harry started to feel comfortable with the song he would start with, the two of them sat down and let the piano have fun entertaining them. "I wouldn't worry, you're doing fine," Ginny encouraged.

"Thanks," he responded, unsure of whether or not to believe Ginny. "Where did you and Ron pick up this stuff?"

Ginny smiled. "Promise not to tell Ron?" Harry nodded and leaned forward in interest. "There was this big Muggle children's choir thing in our area when we were younger. Ron begged Mum to join and she said okay. So Fred and George started to tease him, telling him boys played Quidditch and girls sang. He started to believe them and so Mum talked me into going and 'made' Ron go with me."

Harry and Ginny laughed together about this. "So that's where his Quidditch obsession comes from," Harry pointed out.

Ginny shrugged. "I think partly. It's definitely where his reserve about singing started."

"I wish I could sing like that," Harry admitted. "Then I wouldn't be making such a fool out of myself."

Ginny leaned back in her chair. "Honestly I think he's doing okay because he doesn't really care. That's the key is to not care about what people think." Ginny looked down. "Sorry, I'm sure you weren't expecting me to give you philosophy."

"It's okay," Harry said. "Thanks for helping me, by the way."

Ginny laughed. "Yeah, much help I've been."

"No, really you have. I'm glad Hannah gave you the part when Cho quit," Harry added, then looked away and scoffed. "I shouldn't have thought she wanted to even work with me."

Ginny gave a sympathetic look. "Don't say that," she said. "Besides, I was there and she quit because of the costumes."

"Really?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Of course," Ginny said. "I mean, who would be that immature?" This was obviously relieving Harry. "So apparently, I have taken over as the slag of the cast."

Harry laughed. "Don't put it that way."

"Oh well, the only one who will have a cow is Ron," Ginny standing to go look at the script.

"Ron?" Harry asked, looking at his watch quickly. "Oh, we've got to go," he added. Harry wondered what Ron would do to him, being out this late with his sister. Harry certainly didn't want to be treated like Dean.

Hurrying, he threw the invisibility cloak over Ginny and himself and left the auditorium, careful to steer clear of Filch or Mrs. Norris.

When he got up to his room, after a hasty good-bye to Ginny, Harry tiptoed, hearing Neville's loud snores. "Hey Ron," Harry said, then opened the curtain surrounding his best friend's bed. There was Ron, asleep. Harry wondered how this selective worry occurred as he went to his own bed and laid down until he fell asleep.

A/N: There's chapter 5. I hope you all like the little glipse at lyrics and whatnot. I probably won't ever do a huge chunk of the show, but little showings of it like in this chapter. Please Review… that's all the energy I have for tonight!

Thank you:

Ezza: I've never really seen it live either, but the DVD has been viewed often. Thanks for the review.

Hermione-r-Weasley: Thanks for the review... I hope you were able to access the other chapters, as some people seemed to be having problems.

mysterymademe: LOL I have about 20 other stories on here. Feel free to take a gander, I would love to see what you think of my other pieces ;)

Emrisah: You crack me up at this late, late hour... Harry's just a little blind... oh well... He'll catch up soon enough. Hermione and Ron get it! To be honest, though, I don't think Ginny's on that train either...

VoicezWithin: I don't think Ginny minds so much. The way I see things, if Dean and Ginny break-up, they'll still be very sociable with one another. Besides that, I'm playing this a few months after their break-up.

Phillipa of the Phoenix:Honey, I've directed a Musical, and I feel for Hannah... I definitely can relate! Besides that, I've been in my fair share of productions. Iwouldn't worry about Ron, he's doing just fine. It's Harry I feel bad for ;)

Dancerrdw: Thanks

LuckyDucky8200: This one I'm determined to do a chapter a day ;)

Countess Mel: LOL I love little things like that, and I LOVED Phantom... Gerard Butler is an amazing actor... I've seen it twice and am planing at least once more... to take the girl I nanny... honest that's why looks innocent

Emma-Lynn: Thank you! I appriciate the acknowlegement!

AnniePotter2004: That's me... full of suprises lol. JK Thanks for the review, and I'm glad you seem as obsessed with HP and musicals as I do!

Megan: Before I forget, thanks for your review on In the Cafe... I had fun with that one ;) Don't hate Cho! I know she doesn't seem so nice, but I think she's just confused by everything...

Katkit: So too much of Ron's overprotectiveness? That's usually my favorite way to see him, but it's more because there needed to be a bug in Harry's ear, and Dean is being rather consistant in his attempts for another chance with Ginny. Thanks for the mention, though, I'll keep it in mind.