IM SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER TOOK SUCH A LONG TIME TO WRITE!! BUT!
I made this chapter REALLY fantastical! Hey that's an actual word! Well my definition of it will be half fantastic half magical! this is my best and longest chapter yet! So enjoy!

I don't own anything in Harry Potter or The Sound of Music, or Jesus Christ Super Star or The Wizard of Oz,
BUT I WOULD LIKE TO START THE BIDDING AT 30,000,000 DOLLARS!

I WOULD put a quote in, but unfortunately, I currently do not have any of the books in my possession! I do own the first movie; however, we can not watch it. Our DVD player won't play it because it is so badly scratched from being watched sooo many times….
my apologies! BUT! My dad rented the second movie so here is a short quote from it (actions will be explained in parentheses)

(Ron looks disgustingly at the moldy-blue, chunky Polyjuice potion in front of him, then looks at his hand as his fingers let go of a few strands of hair)

"Uhhg… essence of Crab."

Ah, I love that line! And yes, Freespirit that was a compliment. I'm just saying that I'm glad you're enjoying yourself while reading my inspired literature! And Purplereader, you are a faithful flying monkey if you read my story and review each time I update! And yes, you have a bottle of happiness; they are $2 per bottle. And each bottle gives you pure happiness for a full 24 hours! It beats depression pills and it's even better than chocolate!!!! And, for one dollar more you can have CHOCOLATE FLAVORED HAPPINESS IN A BOTTLE!!! This is the best chapter yet! And a BIG thanks to Taylor for giving me my only piece of constructive criticism!! Ah, I guess the rest of you just don't wanna hurt my feeeeelings… but they don't get hurt that easily so PLEASE if you have anything that you find wrong or odd or not correct within the harry potter world, please, don't hesitate to tell me!

(Disclaimer: this is not an actual production… but it might be someday oh and I don't own harry potter… but I would like to make myself believe that I do… just for fun.) and an extra note, the subject Bewitching Books is the equivalent to our Muggle literature classes.

And a note to Nosilla: "faithful flying monkey" is a term I use for people who follow my story and review.

Okay this chapter is LOOOOOOOONG so have fun reading!

Chapter 4 of Harry Potter and The Sound of Music: Auditions

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"Well, Mr. Weasley, we're waiting." Snape's thundering voice echoed in the air. He, Ron, was in the audition. He had just finished his song, Sixteen Going on Seventeen, with Hermione. Paralysis set in as he looked at the next few lines in the script.

"Well, we can't wait all day." The entire room was silent except for Snape.

"ARE YOU GOING TO KISS HER OR NOT!?!"

Ron found his entire life, well, at least his entire afternoon, flashing before him.

He woke up around twelve thirty feeling rested, then proceeded to travel downstairs. He jumped off the last step to the common room, still in his pajamas. He didn't care. It was Saturday and he was a prefect. He saw Hermione sitting in a chair along with Crookshanks. She was reading The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: what really happened. She looked up to find her messy haired desire staring at her.

"Have you-"

"Hermione, I just might audition. But, I won't if you ask me one more time!"

She quickly covered up her face with her book. Ron thought she was slightly peeved, but she was grinning.

"Well," Ron looked at the unmoving book in front of him, "I'm going down for breakfast."

"You mean lunch," a voice said from behind the book.

"Well, it's breakfast for me." Ron smiled as he walked down to the Great Hall for his breakfast. With that spell, he wouldn't have anything to worry about. He could get the lead… well… maybe not the lead, but certainly something close, and not have to try.

"Harry, I couldn't find anything!"

"Are you sure?"

"I spent a few hours in the library last night. I found the actual Acroma spell, but it only makes everyone laugh at your jokes, no matter how bad they are!"

"Ginny, what are we going to tell him?"

"Well, we better make up something quick… because he just got here."

"Well…I don't know!" Harry was worried. If Ginny didn't have any ideas, Ron was going to find out the truth about why Hermione wanted him to audition so desperately.

"Harry, did Ron go to sleep before you last night?" "Yeah, by like an hour, he said something about beauty rest… I think he was joking though."

"Quick, look tired, put your head down on the table, okay?"

Harry had done just what Ginny said. He didn't exactly know where she was going with this, but he hoped that it would work.

"Hi Ginny, Hi… Harry? Harry, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired, Ron," Harry said slowly as he rolled his head over to rest on his other arm, letting out a loud yawn.

"Yeah, we're both really tired… we were going to go back to sleep, but we just wanted to tell you…"

"Tell me what?" Ron asked in confusion.

"I couldn't find it Ron. Harry and I stayed up all night in the library under the cloak. We must have looked through 200 books, but we couldn't find anything." Ginny said drowsily.

"Great… now I can't audition. I was kinda looking forward to it."

"No, Ron you can still audition!" Ginny wasn't going to let Ron NOT audition.

"But what If I mess up, I mean, in front of everyone!?!"

"I'll audition with you okay? I'll be there, and Harry will be there, and then you can audition and feel okay about it." Ginny tried her hardest not to sound exasperated. Harry looked at Ginny with shock swimming in his eyes. She glanced back with a "please" look. Harry decided that as long as he didn't actually audition, it would be okay. He would just go there to watch Ron.

"Really, Harry? You're going too?" Ron asked in amazement.

"Only to support you…"

"Thanks, Harry. I'm going to go get ready. I have less than two hours until the audition! And I have to find something to wear and I have to learn how to sing and I have to memorize the script and I have to…"

"Ron, RON!" Ginny yelled as Ron was still mumbling to himself while walking around in a small invisible circle.

"Huh?" Ron turned his head to her, obviously disoriented.

"You are starting to sound like a girl. Harry and I will help you get ready, don't worry about it." Ginny grabbed Harry's hand while saying "Well, let's get to work." They walked all the way to the doors, stopped, and turned their heads to look at each other. Ginny realized what she had done. She quickly shoved her hand in her pocket while Harry was glancing oddly at her. For a moment there, when he didn't even realize what was happening, he was comfortable with it too. As they walked on, not speaking, Harry's hand felt cold and empty, like there was something missing. He wished Ginny hadn't put her hand in her pocket.

In the next hour and a half Ginny, Harry, and Ron were working on learning a song, memorizing a few lines, stage presence, and over all appearance. Although Ron was freaking out like a six year old girl, Ginny and Harry kept their composure; and without each other, they wouldn't have kept it. With ten minutes to spare they were finally ready.

"Okay. So, we can go now?" Harry asked with caution, not sure of what was going to come next.

"GO? But… oh great, now I'm nervous." Ron said, looking like a well dressed preppy-punk nerd.

"Come on Ron! Honestly! Harry and I will be there, Hermione will be there, we've been talking about self confidence for the past hour and you are doing a good job with the song!" Ginny said encouragingly.

"But, the weird thing is, I don't want Hermione to be there, and I don't know why. It just makes me even more nervous." Ron said with a lost puppy look on his face. Ginny turned her head and looked at Harry. In a low tone she said,

"I think he's having a break through."

"May be," Harry said back. "After all this time you think something would have clicked by now."

"What are you two talking about?" Ron questioned.

"Or not." Ginny said blankly.

"Huh?" Ron sputtered.

"Oh, Ron, let's go!" Ginny said loudly in a falsely sweet tone. Ginny grabbed Ron's arm and smiled. On their way down to the Great Hall she was giving him words of support, telling him not be nervous, and to never look at Malfoy.

When Ginny, Harry, and Ron got there Cho had just finished her song and applause was coming from the almost large crowd. The teacher's tables had been removed and there were two chairs and a small table. The two chairs were occupied by Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, and the table in front of them had some parchment for notes and a sign-in sheet. Ginny spotted Hermione and ran to tell her the good news.

"You'll never guess what I brought." Ginny said, announcing her presence to Hermione, who immediately turned around.

"You did it?" Hermione asked with unbelieving wonder in her voice.

"Hey Hermione," Ron whispered. "I didn't think that there would be this many people here… did you?"

"Oh, Ron! You came!" Hermione gave Ron a humongous hug, the one that she had been so confused and hesitant about in her second year when she had come back from being petrified. "I didn't expect this many people here, but I'm glad we had such a good turnout! Ron, really, you don't know how much it means to me that you came! You are auditioning aren't you?"

"Well, I was going to, but I didn't know that there would be this many people," Ron said with disappointment.

"Ron, you are going to audition. Here let's go sign you in, you can audition with me."
Hermione forcefully carted Ron off to the table to sign him up. "And I'll sign you up too Ginny."

"Uh, one thing about that Hermione, I don't REALLY KNOW IF I WANT TO!" Ginny tried to get Hermione's attention, but she was lost in the crowd.

"Next up," a startlingly icy voice said, "Draco Malfoy."

"It's about time." Malfoy grumbled, shoving his portable CD player into the burly arms of Goyle. He walked right up onto the center of the "stage" and a light laughter erupted. Malfoy was wearing a full ballerina uniform, well, men's ballet uniform. He stood proud and spoke. "For my audition I will be singing 'I don't know how to love Him' from Draco Malfoy Super Star." At this point, Hermione couldn't help but interrupt.

"Don't you mean Jesus Christ Super Star?"

"Pssh! Je- Jesus? Who is Jesus anyway? No, Granger, I mean Draco Malfoy Super Star."

"Oh God," Hermione thought. "I can't watch this…" she turned her back to the stage.

Draco resumed his miniature speech. "I will also be performing an interpretative dance while I sing."

The room filled with laughter. "Or maybe I can." Hermione turned back around.

This upset of giggles blocked every artery that Draco had with rage and he demanded control. "CRABBE! ENVIRONMENT!" Crabbe ran as best as he could onto the stage and sprinkled it with white rose petals and purple tulips. "MAKE UP!" Crabbe rushed over to Draco, quickly applied a touch of foundation and a bit of black eyeliner.

"Okay… okay… perfect!" Crabbe rushed off stage and tried to regain his breath.

"CRABBE! You forgot COSTUME!" Crabbe had a look of horror on his face. He grabbed a forest green silk scarf and ran up to Draco, placed it around his neck, and scurried back to Goyle. Draco looked around; his stage seemed to be set.

"GOYLE! MUSIC!" As the music started there was a hush over the crowd. By the side of the stage Pansy Parkinson pulled out her wand. "Lumos Teatros" she said under her breath. A spotlight appeared on Draco, leaving the rest of the room dark. The spotlight followed him with every step he took. As he began to sing and prance around, Ron and Harry tried their hardest not to fall down to the floor in a fit of laughter.

"I don't know how to love Him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed…"

His voice was high for a 16 year old boy's, and slightly shrill, but he did not go off key; he wasn't sharp or flat. Draco elegantly wiped the scarf slowly off his neck and placed it around his arms, then held it to his heart.

"…He's a man, he's just a man
and I've had so many men before
In very many ways
He's just one more…"

At that set of lyrics Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry couldn't help but snicker, and by the sound of it neither could most of the students in the room.


"…Should I bring him down, should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love, let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this - what's it all about?..."

Draco was dramatically leaping around the stage, expressing his emotion with drastic bodily movements while belting his heart out. He placed his hands across his hip bones and swayed back and forth, obviously pretending that someone else was there holding him.


"…Don't you think it's rather funny,
I should be in this position?..."

"Extremely," Harry mumbled into Ron's ear as Draco lay down on the floor, waving his arms with stylish sophistication.


"…Yet, if he said he loved me
I'd be lost I'd be frightened
I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope
I'd turn my head, I'd back away
I wouldn't want to know
He scares me so
I want him so
I love him so"

After that performance every witch and wizard in the room, except for his faithful Slytherins, was thoroughly convinced that Draco was gay. Draco bowed despite the laughter from the audience and stepped off stage.

"Beat that Weasley," Draco spat as he walked past Ron. This put a smile on Ron's face. He could easily beat Malfoy at this audition, if all odds were fair of course.

"Could you all please calm down a minute? I would like to call the next hopeful auditioner!" Even though he knew auditioner was not a real word, Flitwick beamed with pride. This musical was one of the best things that had ever happened to Hogwarts, in his opinion. Within a few seconds the room's noise level decreased, although some laughing continued.

"Okay… who do we have next?" Flitwick quickly grabbed the sign in list. "Oh!" He smiled. "Ginny Weasley!"

"I can do this, for Hermione" Ginny repeated in her head as she walked up to the stage.

Although Ginny could feel her knee caps turning into jelly, she knew she had to do it. She felt slightly unprepared having no CD to sing along with, but she was focused on accomplishing her goal: singing one song without messing up. She stood straight up, took in a deep breath, and tried not to focus on the crowd that was intently staring at her. Ginny pretended she was back in her room in the summertime. Her mom and dad were out touring the Muggle garage sales "fascinating turn out today" her father would say. "Can you believe what this device does? It's something called a stapler… it makes paper stick together!" All the boys were outside playing Quiddich in the old barn, except for Percy who was at a friend's house, studying, trying to "get away from all the ruckus." She had time to do whatever she wanted. She could sing as loud as she could, considering no one could hear her except for the cat. She opened her mouth just as her mind traveled back to her sunlit room.

"Somewhere over the rainbow way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true…"

Harry's eyes were transfixed on Ginny, her almost quiet, elegant voice swimming through his ears. He was in a daze, as if no one else were in the room. There was nothing to distract them from each other, nothing to make them want to hold back.

"…Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?"

As the applause erupted, Harry was zoned out of his dream world and back into the
semi-crowded Great Hall. Ron turned to him. "I didn't know she could sing…" Ron said as if he was apologizing for his lack of knowledge in his sister's interests. But Harry did not comprehend a word that Ron had said. He was thinking back to those terse, yet eternal moments when Ginny was singing. It was like he was in a dream, and someone had woken him up just when he had gotten to the best part.

Ginny quickly got off the stage and started walking towards the door. As Ginny tried to unobtrusively walk by, Ron got her attention.

"Ginny! Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"

"Ron, you would have laughed!"

"No I wouldn't!"

"If we were at home…"

"…I guess you're right…but that was really good!"

"Thanks…um…I have a Bewitching Books exam to study for…"

"Wait," Harry said, almost choking on the word as he was following after her. Harry didn't know what to sputter out next. All he knew is that he didn't want Ginny to leave. Ginny looked at him with hopes in her eyes. She had just opened up her spirit to an entire room, including Harry. She felt exposed, like her soul was on display; it had been judged and scored based on other people's opinions. She needed to get away, not from the crowd, but from Harry. His opinion was the only one she truly cared about, and she didn't want to face him right now. She paused a few moments, looking at him, and then turned around and started to walk away.

"Wait," he said again, gently grabbing her arm. He then slid his hand down to hers and began to walk with her.

"You don't have to," Ginny said softly.

"I want to," Harry said quietly as they both left the Great Hall.

Hermione was too busy dragging Ron up to the stage for either of them to notice Harry and Ginny's absence.

"Hermione," Professor Flitwick interjected, "are you and Mr. Weasley performing together?"

"Yes," Hermione said as Ron gulped.

"Why don't you two read something from the script then?" Flitwick said cheerily as he handed her two stapled copies of what looked like a song and a few sentences of dialogue on the next page.

Ron looked out to the audience. He couldn't find Harry or Ginny.

"Hermione, where are they?" Ron said anxiously. Hermione turned around, handed Ron a script and looked at the pool of people below them.

"I… I don't know Ron, just focus on me the whole time, no one else, okay?" Ron couldn't say a word. This was his moment and his two mentors weren't even there to watch their protégé. He tried to recall the short speech that Ginny gave him on nervousness. He looked down at the paper in front of him. Could that be right? He looked desperately again, praying that his brain wasn't malfunctioning. This was Sixteen going on Seventeen, the song he had been practicing for the past hour. A surge of confidence shot through Ron's veins. He knew that he could sing this song without making a fool of himself. He didn't know what the script said after the song and he didn't have time to read it, but he didn't care. He knew he could do it. Hermione looked at Ron with a huge smile on her face. She knew what was in the dialogue after the song… it would be risky and she was nervous, but she hoped Ron could pull it off. Professor Flitwick dimmed the lights and started the CD. Ron looked at Hermione with his new found assurance and saw her shimmering brown eyes staring back at him.

"You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on"

As Ron was singing to her Hermione thought about the lyrics. They were completely true. She was desperately hoping that Ron would somehow get a clue when they were on stage together. When they had to…


"You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware, be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink"

Ron was as happy as he could possibly be. He was nailing the song and he had started to learn how to overcome his stage fright.


"I am seventeen going on eighteen
I'll take care of you"

Ron held out his hand to Hermione as he smiled; he remembered Ginny saying something about "stage presence" being important. He had sung the song extremely well and having Hermione there, surprisingly, had taken all of his nerves away and flushed them down the loo.

"I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those?

Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men"


If you were at the audition you wouldn't be able to tell but, Hermione wasn't a naturally beautiful singer. She had to practice every day in order to be able to sound this wonderful. Although she found it frustrating at first, not being an expert at something without trying, she now faced the challenge with a "I'm going to do this and do it perfectly, even if I do have to practice" attitude. She was holding Ron's hand, staring into his eyes, in total bliss, and before she knew it the song was almost over.


"You are seventeen going on eighteen
I'll depend on you"

All of her happiness had floated away with the last amazing note. Feelings of unbearable anxiousness flooded her system. She was awaiting Ron's reaction to the script as he turned to the last page.

Ron was beaming with pride for himself and Hermione. They had both been excellent and he was positive that he would score a major role. He flipped over to the last page and tersely read the few sentences in italics.

"Rolf… Liesel…bla bla bla… embrace… KISS?" Ron's train of thought suddenly crashed. He was NOT expecting this. He dropped his script. The shocks to his system had penetrated his every cell.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, we're waiting," Snape cut in. The watchful eyes of the audience were transfixed on Ron and Hermione. They didn't know what was supposed to happen next, but they knew that it was something imperative.

"Well, we can't wait all day." Hermione's nerves were spazzing. She was standing there in a moment of silence with only Snape's booming, sub-zero tone of voice to zone her back into reality.

"ARE YOU GOING TO KISS HER OR NOT!?!" It seemed that the entire room all gasped at the same time.

"Severus, please," Flitwick whispered, tugging on Snape's black robe.

Ron glanced at Hermione's almost crying eyes. He had to do it, he couldn't let her down. He took a step towards Hermione, still unsure of what he was doing. He wrapped his hands around her waist and went for it. Ron couldn't believe the feeling that rushed through his body when he was kissing Hermione. It was like a river dam had finally broken, releasing a watercourse of revelations and ideas he had never even considered before. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. The audience erupted with applause. The faint noise in Ron's ears wasn't enough to pull him back into reality. He was trapped in one seemingly eternal moment in Hermione's eyes. She smiled, not able to move her unsteady legs. He turned his head to the audience, so many faces staring directly at him, when he was kissing one of his best friends. Just sucker punched by reality, Ron leapt off the stage, almost stumbling, and practically ran out of the Great Hall.

Hermione turned around, blushing. Shock, terror, relief, happiness, and worry were not exactly a pleasant mixture of feelings.

"Well done Miss Granger!" Professor Flitwick's words rang in Hermione's ears as she, in a daze, made her way slowly out of the Great Hall while being applauded all the way.

When Ron got back to the commons he immediately collapsed in the biggest lounge chair available. He closed his eyes and his thoughts immediately traveled back to kissing Hermione.

"Ugh, I need to be alone," he said to his confused self who had decided to travel back to the dormitory. He opened the heavy door to go sprawl out on his bed when he saw something that he really didn't want to see. Harry and Ginny were both sitting on Harry's bed, kissing.

"Oh God, not more kissing," Ron complained as Harry and Ginny whipped around, disturbed. Ron jumped on his bed, landing on his stomach, face down in a pillow. "OUT!" the muffled voice said as an arm raised up and pointed toward the door.

"Ron… I… Harry… we just… I… didn't mean to…but…" Ginny stammered.

"OUT!" Ron repeated more forcefully. Ginny looked at Harry, obviously upset, then quietly left the room.

"Ron I didn't…I know she's your sister… but…well…"

"You too," Ron whined exasperatedly as he pointed towards the door again. Harry decided that he'd better just leave. Ron obviously wanted to be alone and he needed to go find Ginny and talk to her about what happened. Harry was beginning to wonder if his new relationship with Ginny was going to impede his friendship with Ron.

Hermione went back to her dormitory, not stopping in the commons. She flopped on her bed, pulled out her diary and a pen she had brought from home, and started to write.

Dear Diary,

Wow…

For once, Hermione was at a loss for words. She felt dazed and a little tired from her brain buzzing. She decided to try something that she had never remembered doing before; taking a nap.

Back in his dormitory, Ron couldn't stand the silence. He was alone with his own thoughts, and he needed a little guidance. He got his jacket and decided to go to Hagrid's. He walked with his head down through the castle, hoping that he wouldn't see anyone he knew. Once he got on the chilly grounds, he jogged to Hagrid's hut and knocked rapidly. Fang's unfailing "dog bell" sounded, and Ron could hear Hagrid through the door.

"Alright, I'm comin'." Hagrid smiled as he saw Ron standing in the doorway. "Eh, Ron, how was the audition?"

"Funny you should ask…" Ron sighed, moving past Hagrid and falling into one of his chairs. Ron told Hagrid everything that had happened to him within the past three hours and everything he had felt.

"So yer finally gettin' it!" Hagrid said happily as he poured Ron another cup of butterbeer.

"Getting what? Confused?" Ron asked, partially dumbfounded.

"Ron, don't cha think it's a little obvious?" Hagrid blurted out.

"Can people stop asking me questions and just tell me what is going on, because I'm OBVIOUSLY NOT GETTING IT!"

"Hermione! She likes yeh, got some feelins for yeh."

"Huh?"

"Come on, Ron, everyone knows!"

"Oh great, now I'm the only one that didn't know!"

"Well, do yeh like her back?"

"I… no… I don't know!" Ron sat there, moping with his butterbeer, trying to figure out exactly how he felt about Hermione. He had never thought of her as more than a friend. It seemed that they fought half the time, "like an ol' married couple" Hagrid had said. He didn't understand why Hermione would like him. Hermione would want someone who was just as smart, if not smarter than she was. Perplexed by Hermione's actions and by his own thoughts, he went back to the empty dorm room, pulled the curtains around his four poster bed, and for the first time he could honestly say that he thought long and hard about his own emotions.

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