The Phantom of the Muggle Studies Class

Summery: The 5th and 6th year Muggle Studies Class has begun a long term project. What is this project? A Musical of course! Romance insures and also major differences become apparent. There is more to the plot than just the musical though, so R&R!

Disclaimer: I guess I don't really own much. The musical…nope, not mine…the HP related characters…again not mine….the plot…actually, it is mine

Note: please see A/N at bottom of chapter!...sorry this ones so short

Oh how I love it

Chapter 1: The Oh, So, Short introduction

"I can't believe Hermione is actually making us take Muggle Studies." Ron grumbled to Harry during the opening feast.

"Ron, I thought you of all people would understand why." Hermione replied in her "Miss Know-it-all" voice.

"Nope, can't think of a reason why to. Its not like I am going to snap my wand in half and join in the muggle world, now am I?" Harry rolled his eyes at this and Hermione scoffed.

"For your information Ronald, muggles are an important part of the wizard society. Where would our culture be if…." Hermione continued to ramble on, but Harry and Ron began their own conversation about the prospects for the new Quiddich season.

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Later that night, Ron and Harry were sitting up in their dorms. The sounds of their roommate's snores surrounded them.

"I guess I'll take it to get her off my back. I mean seriously 'for your information Ronald' what is her problem." Harry once again rolled his eyes (A/N: I know, it's more, girly to roll eyes, but in this fic he can with out looking girly).

"Ron, just shut up and go to sleep, please."

"Fine"

The two boys drifted of into a deep, golden, slumber. Little did they know that this was going to be a very interesting year.

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Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, a certain blond haired boy sat in a couch. An owl flew in through the open window in the room and landed next to the boy. He took the letter from the owl's grasp and the owl flew away into the night.

This blond guy on the couch opened the lettered and groaned. His father was going to make him take a stupid muggle studies class. He was going to be stuck in a room with a bunch of muggle-lovers and mudblood wannabes. No doubt that Granger mudblood was going to be there. He groaned again.

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A/N: would you rather have a bunch of short chapters, or fewer longer chapters? PLEASE tell me in your review!

You know you want to review REALLY badly…please! The next chapter is longer…don't worry.