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, 'A Snape is for life, not just christmas' by Shiv (curse her and her 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. (full details can be found on the authors note after chapter 10. Please read it).

Hermione, Severus and most other characters are very OOC. Don't blame me, they fit better that way. (IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER, AND DON'T FLAME BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE OOC CHARACTERS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

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 19

CONFUSE: (verb) Mistake one thing for another, Be confusing or perplexing to; cause to be unable to think clearly.

She pulled off her jacket, revealing her costume: A black ballerinas outfit, but with shorter tutu than normal, one side covered in small badges, a chain hanging down onto the tutu. Her hair was untamed and loose, with a black bandana holding it back from her face.

She slipped on her pale pink toe shoes that contrasted well with her rock-ish sort of outfit.

She walked on stage, and the music started.

'I sit and wait… Does an angel contemplate my fate?

And do they know, the places where we go, when we're grey and old?

'Cos I've been told that salvation let's their wings unhold…

So when I'm lying in my bed… These thoughts running through my head

And I feel that love is dead… I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all he offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong…

And down the waterfall, wherever it may take me, I know that love won't break me wherever I am called…

He won't forsake me. I'm loving angels instead…

When I'm feeling weak and my pain walks down a one way street…

I look above and I know I'll always be blessed with love…

And as the feeling grows he breathes flesh to my bones…

And when love is dead… I'm loving angels instead…

And through it all he offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong…

And down the waterfall, wherever it may take me, I know that love won't break me wherever I am called…

He won't forsake me. I'm loving angels instead…'

There was an extended orchestral rock sort of interval, and Hermione started her ballet routine.

Pirouette to begin with, high kicks, low sweeps and leaps across the large stage, landing perfectly to finish in a stunning pirouette that twirled her around, almost 20 full turns, her foot propelling her around.

She caught her breathe before pelting out the chorus again.

'And through it all he offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong…

And down the waterfall, wherever it may take me, I know that love won't break me wherever I am called…

He won't forsake me. I'm loving angels instead…

I'm loving angel's instead, oooh, down the waterfall, wherever it may take me, I know that love won't break me wherever I am called…'

He won't forsake me…. I'm loving angels… Instead…'

She finished to enormous applause, the students stamping their feet, yelling and whistling. Severus glared at several seventh year Slytherins who were giving her wolf whistles.

She walked off the stage, still trying to catch her breathe.

'Severus', I messed up my pirouette!' she hissed.

'You did? It looked fine!' he said, holding her again.

'But I was only supposed to do 15 and a 270 degree!' she said, looking worried.

'Hermione, stop being such a drama queen!' he said, but Hermione didn't hear the humour in his voice.

'I'm sorry my performance didn't interest you.' She said, slipped out of his hold and sat on her own chair.

'Hermione-' he sighed, not bothering. When she got into one of her moods, there was no stopping her. Best let her get on with it.

Lavendar Brown did a jazz dance performance.

Next it was Hermione and Severus' duet. They got on stage, Severus wearing dark jeans and a white shirt with a black print on it, while Hermione was still in her costume.

It was much like the audition really, a little better, as they had been practising privately since then.

'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…'

They too finished to applause, though probably not as loud as Hermione's; Most of the students were still shocked that their potions master could sing.

They walked off stage, Hermione still annoyed at Severus for his previous comment.

'Severys, don't run away, your next!' said Dumbledore jovially. Severus groaned and walked back on stage. Was he really going to do this? He looked at Hermione- It was now or never.

Oooh. Now, I need some help.

Should he:

Sing 'strange relationship' by Darren Hayes, and Hermy will be all sad. (the upside: more fights, and probably good make-up making-out! Woot!)

Sing 'Rockaby' (pronounced like lullaby, but with rock instead) by Shaun Mullins (oooh, what a cute song).

Above, but she becomes too worried about where it's going…

Sing 'strange relationship' and Hermione will realise that she wants him (oooh…)

Sing 'Rockaby' and he wouls PROPOSE! WOOOOOOOOOT! (wow, 9 'o's.

So, REVIEW. Otherwise I'll have to choose, and knowing me I'll choose a sad one. Sob.