Disclaimer: I will never own Harry Potter, its characters, and blah blah blah. Yeah, I think you get it. I also don't own any of the songs, melodies, or lyrics-they all belong to their rightful owners.

Chapter 2

"How's it going, Mudblood?" asked Draco. Before I could answer, he said, "Let's see…why don't you perform for us?"

He turned to a crowd of Slytherins gathering between us with the word "perform".

"No thanks," I replied. "I'll just be going."

I spun around to walk away, but Draco grabbed my shoulders and dug his nails into them. I couldn't break free.

"Let's get it started, shall we?" he smirked.

Once again, I couldn't control myself. I couldn't move my legs away from Draco. My head refused to spin. Instead, it put on a show.

"Leeet's get in started in heeerrreeee…and the base keeps running, running, and running, running, and running, running, and…in this context there's no disrespect…." I rapped, doing some insane hip hop dance while the crowd got bigger and bigger.

"Come watch the Mudblood freak who dances and sings out of the blue!" Malfoy was calling.

I was going to kill him. Not only because I hate Let's Get It Started, but also because I was not acting like myself.

Finally, a teacher came to my rescue. Well, not really. The one teacher that had to show up in our little 'dance contest' was none other than Snape.

"Detention, Granger, and stop dancing and singing," he drawled.

Malfoy whispered something in his ear. "Oh, I see…" Snape smirked. "Fifty points to Slytherin."

What the hell was that for?

When the song ended at last, I spat, "He cursed me!"

"As I am aware," said Snape. "Detention will take place at midnight tomorrow. Good day."

And with that, he walked away.

Turning to Draco, I violently raised my wand. "You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" I bellowed.

"Oh, we'll see about that. Let's see…why don't you show your true feelings about me?"

I covered my ears. "Here are my true feelings…HATRED!"

I tried to run, but all of a sudden, Malfoy screamed, "Goyle, what's your favorite song?"

Goyle had to think for a moment. "Uh…Toxic?"

Oh my God. Goyle likes Britney Spears. I never will, but man…

Thank God I have never heard that song. I've heard of it, but never actually heard the song. Weird, huh?

"DANCE, Granger, DANCE!" Malfoy yelled angrily.

"What the hell is the problem here?" someone barked.

I spun around. Professor McGonagall had just come by and heard Malfoy shouting, 'DANCE, Granger, DANCE!'

"Um…nothing, Professor," Malfoy lied, trying to put on a so-called 'charming' smile.

McGonagall sighed. "I believe you."

SHIT. OH SHIT. I Believe…is a song! A song I know.

"Have you ever reached a rainbow's end…did you find your pot of gold…" I sang in a power ballad voice, swaying back and forth to my music.

McGonagall stared at me, wide-eyed. "Miss Granger, I would advise you to stop that at once."

I didn't listen to her, for I was singing loudly and over her voice, "There's a time for every soul to fly…it's in the eyes of every child, it's the hope, the love that saves the world…and I wish I'll never let it die…"

"Detention!" McGonagall yelled. Yay.

Finally, when my song, I panted, "He…he…c-cursed me!"

McGonagall shook her head in disbelief. "What will it be next, Malfoy resurrecting a bullfrog? Potter wearing a pink cardigan?"

Just then, Harry walked by. And yes, he was. Wearing a pink cardigan, I mean.

"What the fu…" McGonagall started to say, but then she realized she was by students.

Harry looked at the transfiguration professor. "Sorry, Professor…I got wet when Neville fell in the lake."

McGonagall looked deeply scared. "Detention, Granger," she said simply as she walked away.

"You got detention?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Yup. I have Snape tonight and McGonagall tomorrow. But how the heck am I going to cure this sing and dance thing?"

Harry shook his head to indicate that he didn't know. "I heard Malfoy saying he made it up. I think you're out of luck."

"UGH, what am I going to do? Tell me I'm doomed!"

Harry smiled. "You're doomed."