me: Okay, which of you wants to do my disclaimer this time?
-Hermione's hand flies into the air for the second time-
me: Not you...Um...How about you do it today, Harry?
Harry: She doesn't own any of us...Trust me, if she owned us, Severus and I would have been married for the last two books, and Hermione and Ron would have already shagged like a couple of rabbits in heat for the millionth time.
-Ron and Hermione now appear thouroghly mortified-
Harry: Nor does she own anything revolving around Moulin Rouge. And don't worry, soon enough, that part of the story will end. Afterall, she is a hopeless romantic, so she'll eventually have candle-lit dinners and all that cheesy, over-done crap that'll have me gagging in my dressing room...
me: Hey! -smacks Harry upside the head- Okay, please read and review.
As the horrors of tech weeks swept the cast of the Hogwarts version of Moulin Rouge, Albus Dumbledore stood back and watched as his plan seemed to come crashing down around him. He'd promised Severus that the kisses he would have to share with Harry would not be added in until the first night of tech week. And after that horrible attempt at a stage kiss he'd just witnessed, he realized that his plans were ruined. Unless...
"Excuse me, Severus, but may I make a suggestion?"
"As always, I have no choice in the matter, so by all means, Headmaster," Snape replied, waving his hand.
"Well, it would appear that a believable stage kiss is beyond Harry and your capabilities, so..."
"Albus, I truely hope that you're not suggesting we do a real kiss," Snape replied with a look resembling that of a dear in headlights.
"Oh no, no, not at all..." grinned the aged wizard. "But could you?"
A rather dissasterous tech week was ended with the opening night of the performance. (a/n: snickers evily) As parents of the students, and several witches and wizards from Hogsmead (a/n: o.o What? Public embarassment is nothing without the presence of people not related to those embarassing themselves.) filed into the Great Hall, the cast stood backstage preparing for their first real performance.
"There's a lot of people out there..." Seamus said nervously, after looking out through a gap in the curtain.
"You're gonna be fine," Ron said, patting Seamus on the shoulder. "Besides, it's Harry who's got to be worried. He's gotta kiss that greasy git of a potions proffessor in front of half of Hogsmead."
"Yeah, I guess you do have a point..."
"And thank you so much for reminding me of that, Ron!" Harry placed his face in his hands in embarassment.
"Oh come on Harry, it's not like you don't want to do it, afterall."
"That's not the point! The point is that he finds it so repulsive an idea, so that really kinda kills it for me!"
"Awww, poor Harry!" Hermione threw her arms around Harry's neck in a comforting embrace. Hearing Ron snicker and mumble something about the 'greasy git', she shot a glare in his direction that seemed to say something along the lines of "Keep it up, and no more sex for a month". Which immediatelly shut Ron up
As Harry kneeled on the stage, cradeling the body of Severus Snape and weeping, the audience stared on in awe. And for what seemed like the millionth time that night, Harry leaned down and placed a kiss on his proffessor's lips. And as it had done every time before, both felt that electricity spark through their veins, not knowing that the other could feel it too. And as Harry gently closed Snape's eyes and the curtain closed, the audience burst into the loudest round of applause yet.
After the quick curtain call, the cast quickly changed from their costumes and dispersed to meet with thier friends and family that had come to watch the performance. Except for the only two members of the cast who had nobody waiting for them in the rows and rows of chairs in the Great Hall. Nobody to tell them how wonderful they did that night...
"Why aren't you out mingling with the audience, Potter?" Snape sneered.
"Because I have no reason to."
"No reason to? My god, Potter! You were the leading role, and you say you have no reason to go out and listen to the applause and praise of all those who watched!"
Harry gave a saddened sigh. "You don't understand."
"And what, praytell, is it that I don't understand?"
Harry: You bitch! >
me: What did I do! o.o
Harry: Are you really gonna make me tell that greasy git about...
Severus: Greasy git? -raises an eyebrow- I don't recall you thinking me a 'greasy git' last night, Mister Potter. -grins evily-
-Harry turns bright pink-
me: Anyway, before I am forced to push these two into a room and lock the door securley from the outside, I'll end this. o.o Please read and review!
-Harry and Severus moan in the background-
me: Dammit! > How many times do I have to tell you two! NEVER DURING THE A/N'S!