Disclaimer: Not mine. You REALLY think I'd be here if they were? No, I'd be off killing little kids! BWAHAHA…
Summary: Hermione and Severus have been set up one too many times. So, they plan on getting their revenge on the Hogwarts staff, but is that how fate will see it?
Warnings: Rated for a reason people! If you shouldn't, or don't want to be reading this, press the back button. Right. NOW.
Authors note: Hello my pretties! How are we all? All good I hope. Now, I like totally stole this idea from another fanfic, you should read it. But you'll have to find it for yourself, I forgot the name and author. Doop dee doo. So, basic plot is someone else's (curse them and their brilliant plot bunnies! All mine does is hump my leg!) but I changed the story line, so don't YELL at me. Okay, you can yell at me, but not too loud, I'm meant to be something called 'studying'. Peh. Studying.
Hermione, Severus and most other characters are very OOC. Don't blame me, they fit better that way.
So sit back and read the totally-not-mine-but-kinda-is-don't-yell-at-me-story. Hope you like.
(Now can someone PLEASE help me get this plot bunny off my leg!)
Chapter 10
PERFORMANCE: The act of performing; of doing something successfully; using knowledge as distinguished from merely possessing it, A dramatic or musical entertainment.
'On a Monday, I am waiting
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday, I can't sleep
Then the phone rings, I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cuz you've come to rescue me.
Fall… with you, I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts…
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
I am moody, messy
I get restless, and it's selfless
How you never seem to care
When I'm angry, you listen
Make me happy, it's a mission
And you won't stop till I'm there
Fall… sometimes I fall so fast
When I hit that bottom
Crash, you're all I have
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
How do you know everything I'm about to say
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face
I hope it never goes away… yeah…
On a Monday, I am waiting
And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms…
So I can breathe
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
Ohhhhh
I love how you can tell
Ohhhhh
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me'
Hermione finished her song to silence.
Before enormous applause.
Hermione sighed with relief. She looked around the room, everyone was grinning at her, clapping, some even stamping their feet.
Except for Severus. He simply looked at her. No tears, no shaking of the head, no looking away. Just looking at her.
'That was great, Hermione!' said McGonagall, and all the other staff nodded and grinned.
EXCEPT SEVERUS. Okay, the way he's looking at me is a bit weird. Please blink.
'Okay, and next we have… Minerva McGonagall!' the applause died down once Minerva got onto the stage.
She
read a self composed poem- something about being a feisty feline nine
to five. Appeared to be quite good, but Hermione was more
preoccupied.
They hadn't done much to up the ante on their act
lately, so she thought, what a better time to do so?
So, once she got down off the stage, she walked past her seat, and towards Severus. He was a bit stunned, but let her do what ever she wanted- to some extent.
He let her say hello. He let her batt her eyelashes. He even let her sit on his lap.
But he did have limits- I mean, c'mon, he was in public! So he had to draw the line when she started to give him a hickey.
Hermione laughed at the sudden intake of air Severus gave when she started sucking on his neck.
'Hermione, people are staring.' He whispered.
'That was the point…' she answered.
'Look, I know we are meant to, you know… but I have a reputation to keep up…' he said, pulling away from her.
Hermione let go with an audible wet sounding 'pop!'.
Severus looked at her, eyebrows raised. Hermione merely giggled.
They both looked towards the stage. Now Flitwick was there, performing a short monologue of Shakespeare's 'Hamlet'.
A few staff members later, Severus' name was called.
'God help me…' he said, as he lifted Hermione off his lap and walked up to the stage.
Hermione sat in his chair and got ready to fill in his rating slip.
Severus, with a swish of his wand, magiced a simple black stool to the left of the stage, and a spotlight zoned in on it.
He sat on it, and with another wave of his wand, the music started.
It started quite classical, and Hermione wondered what the hell he was playing at.
But then it started to get a bit more 'rockish', and it turned out to be (cue collective intake of breath) the Eminem song, Lose Yourself.
Hermione sat, stunned, at the way he performed it.
So honestly, so… real. It made her wonder what he was like, before she met him.
'Snap! Back to reality,
Oh! There goes gravity!
Oh! There goes rapping!
And he chokes, he's so mad,
But he won't give up that easy
No he won't have it
He knows…'
He continued, right till the end of the song.
Somewhere along the way having moved from the stool to the middle of the stage.
His image changed in the few minutes he was on stage.
His black hair became the stuff of rock stars, his jeans and black dress shirt sexy, the way he moved; punk, yet suave.
Strange, how that one song changed her whole view of him, forever.
He finished it to more silence, before a light smattering of applause from the stunned audience.
Hermione got up so he could sit down, then sat on his lap again.
'They hated it.' He sighed, leaning back.
'Not hate… more shock.' She laughed.
'Optimist.' He said.
'Pessimist.' She retorted.
He shook his head and started to play with a lock of her hair.
'Now, only one performance left. Hermione? Severus?' asked Dumbledore.
They got up and headed to the stage. Severus got rid off the chair and put two microphones on the stage. Another wave of his wand and the music began.
Severus started singing:
'Wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away'
Hermione joined in for the chorus:
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away…'
Hermione took here solo, looking at Severus…
'The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal away your pain.'
They sang the chorus together again, Hermione pulling her microphone from its holder. Severus followed suit, wondering what Hermione was up to. When it came to end the song with another chorus, Hermione walked up to Severus and nodded to his waist. He realised what she wanted, and picked her up, so she could loop her legs around his waist.
When they finished, there was enormous applause.
'Well, I think that's all, if there's no one else..?' said Dumbledore, standing up. 'No? Well, I speak on behalf of all the judges, the performances we have viewed have all been brilliant, and it's a pity to have to choose-' he was interrupted by the door opening.
'Sorry for interrupting, but is there still time for an audition?' a seventh year Ravenclaw had entered the room, surprisingly, holding a baby bag, and even more surprisingly, the baby itself.
He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, a pale pink cotton baby bag hanging from his left arm, his hands holding a baby girl, her head placed on his shoulder.
The room was silent, but Dumbledore recovered quickly.
'Yes, I think we have room for one more audition? Come in, Sean, make yourself at home.' He smiled kindly.
So this was Sean Parish, the seventh year that was a father. He was the first parent Hogwarts had ever seen, and when news got out, the air was thick with owls carrying letters of protest, but after a while the hubbub died down. Now, he took care of the baby (the mother left soon after the birth), placing the little girl in care with Madame Pomfrey during his classes, having his own rooms so he could take care of her. He was surprisingly responsible- much more than she and her friends had been in seventh year.
'Can I leave Hailie with someone?' he asked apologetically.
'Sure. Bring her over here.' Hermione found herself saying.
'Thanks Miss Granger.' He grinned and brought both Hailie and the baby bag over to Hermione.
Hermione got off Severus' lap and gently lifted Hailie from her fathers' arms. She was about to return to her allocated seat, but Severus got up and offered her his chair.
She smiled at him and sat down, Severus crouching down beside her.
Sean walked onto stage, and he sat in the chair Severus had conjured, the spotlight still there.
He flicked his wand and the music started.
Hey, hey, what do you think of the new character?
I like him, plus he fit in with the song.
Now, the song he will sing is actually another Eminem one, but I'm going to turn it into an original piece, so HA!
If you like Eminem, you'll probably have guessed what song it is by now, but if you haven't, haha, I'm not telling you.
Man, I'm still high from the lolly pops and recharge I had earlier, and I can't get to sleep- it's 12:39.
It's amazing how many dodgy adds are on late at night. shudder