Draco's POV:
When we got home, everybody wanted to practice their new instruments. I already play mine. So I had to pretend to be horrible when actually, I was better then all of them. My actual piccolo was sitting, shrunken down, in the bottom of my suitcase. It was driving me crazy.
"Crap this vibrato stuff is hard!" Shawna exclaimed, lowering her piccolo from her lips. I wanted to kill her. Its all in your breath, it really is.
"It's not that hard." I said, although at the time, I didn't know what exactly I was saying.
"What do you mean? It is hard. And How do you know anyway? You've been playing for a grand total of about two hours!" She snapped.
That was the last straw. "For your information, I started playing the flute when I was five years old, I switched to the Piccolo at eight."
"There's no way. I heard you play before. You're horrible."
"Its the retarded teaching charms, they make you play worse. And I was trying to play badly in the first place."
"Prove it." She challenged.
I walked out of the room, and went to go find my suitcase. I dug around in the bottom, until my fingers brushed the tiny case. I grabbed it, stuffed it in my pocket, and went back to the others. Pulling out my wand, and the case, I tapped the case with my wand, returning it to its full size. I unlatched the outer pocket, and took put together my piccolo. "It's made of pure silver." I said to Shawna casually. "Helps the tone quality." Putting it to my lips, I played a few scales, all in vibrato, then launched into one of the pieces I had memorized. It wasn't all that hard, I had learned it about three years ago, but it still sounded good. When I finished, the others were silent until Shawna spoke. "I think I believe you now."
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Shawna's POV:
Wow, Draco's good. I wish I could play like that.
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Harry's POV:
Flute players are sexy. Especially Draco, cause when he play's, this look comes over his face. Its a combination between total relaxation, and intense concentration. And his hair falls in his eyes, and... Oh god he's just beautiful. That's the only way to describe it. Beautiful.
I wish there was some way I could show off to him, but the only real talent I have is Quidditch, and he's good at that too.
Life is so unfair
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Ginny's POV:
OK, I don't feel sorry for Draco's girlie instrument anymore. That thing is awesome. It's so small, but it's really loud. And he's pretty cute when he's playing it too, his hair falls in his eyes, and he's just... Hot. But not as hot as Harry, mind you. Harry's in a league of his own. Imagine if he had brothers. This earth would be a much better place.
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Carla's POV:
We move in at school tomorrow. I can't wait, I'm kind of tired of having to be at Shawna's house all the time, especially with her parents giving us the evil eye every second of the day. They are so creepy! I think they hate everything that is magical, but they're too afraid of it to do anything.
So we were bored, with nothing to do, so we decided to go walk around in the mall. Ron pulled us into Barnes and Noble, apparently he was going through Starbucks withdrawal. But there was no way we were getting into the Starbucks.
The place was swarming with people in black robes, and fake glasses with tape with lightning bolts drawn on their foreheads in eyeliner. Then there were the red heads with fake rats, or beat up old diaries, or the girls with their hair all frizzy, with stacks of books in their hands. Then we saw the table, where a red-haired woman sat, people coming up to her, and handing her a book. She'd take out a pen, and quickly scribble something inside the cover, and then the next person would come, and it would happen again.
Shawna came up to me. "We're in deep shit."
"Yeah."
Over to the side of the table was a sign. "Harry Potter Character look-alike contest. Register now. Prize- trip for winners and 2 friends each to England to meet the cast of Harry Potter."
"Guys..." Harry came up to us. "What's going on?"
"We'll explain later. Did you guys bring your Hogwarts robes with you?"
"Yeah..." He looked confused. " They're at the house. Why?"
"Here," Shawna handed him her bracelet. "Go get Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Draco, use this to go back to the house, change, and then come back. I want you guys to enter into the contest."
"What contest.?"
"The Harry Potter character look-alike contest. Trust me, ok?"
"Okay." He walked over to the group, and they disappeared. About ten minutes later, they walked back in through the front door of the store, dressed in their Hogwarts robes, wands in hand. Draco, Harry, Ron and Ginny carried brooms under their arms as well. Hermione carried a stack of books, on top of the pile was the infamous Hogwarts, A History. They walked over towards us.
"What do you think?" Harry asked me.
"I think that you look like... Well, you." I said truthfully. "I signed you up, just go up when they call your names."
He had opened his mouth to speak when there was the sound of feedback, and a mans voice said, "If I can' have everybody's attention please?" He paused for a moment as everybody turned to face him where he stood on a platform behind the sign up table. "We're about to start the contest now. If the contestants will come towards the stage. We'll call you up in groups of five. Starting with..." He read off five names and five boys, air dyed black, and spiked up all over the place, with wire twisted into the crude shape of a pair of glasses with tape on the bridge walked up to the platform. Notes were made by the judges. The process was repeated a few times with varying groups until... "Now here's a dedicated bunch. May I see Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and, here's a first, Draco Malfoy up here please?"
The group walked forwards, and the crowd gasped. It really was quite shocking really, compared to the others. Suddenly Ginny and Draco Tripped, ending with Ginny face down on the floor. Draco managed to stay standing. Hermione rushed to Help Ginny up. "Why'd you do that Malfoy?"
"Me? I didn't do anything to the littlest Weasel. She tripped me! She'd just to stupid to manage to stand up. Stay out of this you filthy mudblood." Draco said, a note of disgust in his voice.
"Don't you dare call her a mudblood!" Ron said, at the exact same time Harry said "Even as a muggle born she's a better person than you are!"
"Really? I doubt it. But if you think so, Prove it."
I saw Hermione reach for her wand, which had been stuck into her pocket, but then, she seemed to realize what a disaster that would have been, and instead took to doing things the old-fashioned way. She pulled back her fist and punched Draco hard in the jaw.
"There's your proof, Malfoy." She said, as he held his jaw on the ground.
"We really are a bad influence on her." Ron said to Harry, "How many times has she done that before?"
Before he could answer, the crowd of people applauded. They looked around, startled, as the announcer came back on the stage. "Well that was the first time we've had anyone at for us. Wonderful. Thank you. It's just a moment while the judges tally the scores, and then we'll announce the winner!" He stepped down, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Draco walked back over to us.
"Well that went well." Ginny said sarcastically.
"Are you kidding? That was great!" I said. "You guys were so in character it was like you actually were them!"
"They are the characters. Remember?" Shawna said.
"Oh yeah!"
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Hermione's POV:
"Oh yeah!" Carla said, smacking herself on the fore head.
" Well, I can't say it went all that well." Hermione said, annoyed. "I couldn't have picked a worse way for you to find out about all this. "
"Well, we did." Ron said. "But really it's not all that bad. I mean look!" He pointed to a group of girls who were staring at them from across the room. "They think I'm gorgeous!"
"I'm sure it's you." Draco said sarcastically.
"What's that supposed to mean? You think they'd be looking at you? That's funny! Never knew you had a sense of humor Malfoy."
Draco sent Ron a venomous glare, and was about to retort when the man stood at the platform again.
"It seems the judges have reached a decision..."