Chapter 6

Talent Tryouts

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Lets escape tonight. Meet me at our usual spot tonight at curfew. Watch out for some snoops.

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Hermione had only seen Gryffindor Tower this excited when they won the Quidditch Tournament.

It was pandemonium.

"What on earth is going on?", she asked Ron.

"It's all Ron's idea!", Harry said excitedly.

"Well for my Prefect Activity I decided to have a talent show." Ron said proudly.

"That's a wonderful idea!" Hermione said making Ron blush. "When is it?"

"Friday I'm going to hold auditions, the next Friday I will give them time to practice, and the following I will hold the auditions."

"It sounds like you've thought this through!" Hermione said impressed.

"Harry helped… some.", Ron admitted.

"Hey!" Harry said thwacking him on the arm.

"Who are you going to have for your judges?" Hermione asked.

"The teachers." Harry answered.

"Obviously."

Ron and Harry began discussing what Harry was going to do in the show.

Apparently Harry could sing. Hermione tried to talk him into showing her but he refused saying that she had to wait.

"What are you going to do Hermione", Ron asked.

"Nothing, I don't have any talents." Hermione answered.

"Yeah you do", Harry said, "You can recite the 12 uses of Dragon's blood ten times as fast."

This time Harry was the one to get knocked upside the head.

"Don't feel bad Hermione, Ron said sympathetically, "I think Seamus is going to burp the Hogwart's School Song."

Hermione hid by the Quidditch Stands waiting for Malfoy to show up. When he walked her way she came up beside him and they walked onto the pitch.

"How do you get that to work?" Malfoy asked looking at her C.D. player.

"Professor Dumbledore", Hermione replied as if that was a practical answer.

"Oh."

"What are you doing in the talent show?" Hermione asked Malfoy trying to make polite conversation.

"I don't know.", Malfoy said as he began to stretch.

"Do you have any talents, not including picking on 1st years?" Hermione asked him.

"Does being good looking count?"

"No"

"Not really then, do you?"

"No"

Both looked up quickly with crooked smirks on their faces.

"Of course, we would have to keep our identity a secret", Malfoy said.

"And we would have to practice every night." Hermione said glad that Malfoy was having the same idea as her.

"Lets get started then."

Hitting play, Hermione and Malfoy began to create a routine to a familiar overture.

Hermione was surprised at how far they gotten, although they did have a little trouble with a certain step where Hermione was to kick her leg onto Malfoy's shoulder and have him to walk them back.

Malfoy kept on letting her leg slip and when he did he was too unsure about it to make it look effortless. Hermione was worried that Malfoy would let her leg drop so whenever he did his part right she wasn't leaning back correctly and they would have to start over.

It really got annoying to them both; they could do all of the steps perfectly except for the ones that involved a major sexual innuendo, not that the entire dance didn't have a sexy vibe.

"Alright we will try it one more time and then we will move on to the next eight count for now.", Hermione said to Malfoy.

"Maybe if we were to pretend that we were dancing with other people it would help.", Malfoy suggested calmly, actually trying to help.

"That's a fair idea", Hermione said, "I will pretend that you are Brad Pitt and you can pretend that I am Pansy Parkinson."

"No wait I don't want you to try and shag me", she corrected herself, "Instead pretend that I am some faceless Slytherin Pureblood."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes", Malfoy agreed.

Audition Friday

"It looks like everyone has auditioned", Ron said to Professor Dumbledore.

"We should wait a little for stragglers." Professor Dumbledore smiled at him.

Ron doubtfully agreed.

He began to stack the tryout forms when all of the lights in the great hall went out.

A charmed fog machine began to whiff out heaps of smoke.

A row or candles began to flicker.

After a short and quiet pause, an organ began to play the Overture.

Draco and Hermione together decided that they needed an appropriate disguise. And what would be better than dressing as someone who had much to hide?

Draco appeared first in the fog. With many glamour charms he was hardly recognizable. His once blonde hair was now a silky black pulled back. His black suit styled in the time of gave him the look of a gentleman; yet, he donned a half of a mask on one side of his face giving him a very creepy yet angelic appearance. Draco, reaching his hand out to what appeared to be nothing but smoke another hand grasped his.

Hermione was completely unrecognizable. Although, her hair remained pretty much the same she had pulled curls out of her bushy mass making it look elegant. She also wore many glamour charms on her face. Like Draco she was dressed in the clothes of .

Just before the female voice began to resonate Draco pulled Hermione into a slow twist in. After her mysterious appearance from the fog, Hermione took the lead. Their dance was, more or less, a game of cat and mouse. Every time the female sang Draco managed to look deeply in love with his partner, while, she looked passionate.

When the male sang, Hermione looked very bewitched, and her partner looked: power hungry, in love, and obsessed.

Ron watched awestruck.

He strangely wanted the female to just give into the sad dancing gentleman, and let him hold her.

She didn't.

When the male lead sang she would just about give into his coaxing, but, as soon as he was about to succeed, the lead would change.

When the song would become a duet, the two would have about a foot between them constantly keeping them separate.

When the phantom began to coax the lead to continue her crescendo, Hermione had disappeared, leaving a searching Draco slowly dancing as if he were begging her to come back.

When the music was over, the dancing gentleman walked to the desk, silently handing the gaping pair the tryout forms. He left them without uttering a single word.

Dumbledore silently chuckled when Ron and him read the form.

Names: Eric & Christine D.

House: A building made of brick, wood, carpet, walls and all the other works….

Talent: Lyrical dancing

Year: 7th

If a student happened to be up past curfew they would have found a giggling pair heading towards the Head's dormitory.

"You fog charm was wonderful!" Hermione admired.

"Well you know us Slytherins … always a little dramatic…" Draco glowed.

The pair paused in front of Helga's statue.

"But your routine was perfect" … he continued unconsciously inching towards her.

"Yes, but you were so emotional and passionate with it. Not just anybody could have pulled off", she replied unconsciously mimicking him

"But you made it look beautiful" he trailed as they leaned forward.

"Oh … no. You made it beautiful," Hermione added her lips a mere inch away from his.

We were beautiful, Draco said closing the space between them.

It was a soft lingering kiss.

Draco draped his arm around her and began to deepen it.

Suddenly Hermione sharply looked up at a dark corner.

She grabbed Draco by the hand and dragged him into the common room. "Somebody was watching!" Hermione hissed at Draco.

Draco looked real calm to have been delivered such news.

An annoyed Hermione filled him in on the rest.

"By teachers! Oh.

I'm guessing, Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore and Snape.

"Oh! Shite!", Draco swore.

"He is bound to tell my father!

"Just tell him you were using me and... and… yeah."

Draco nodded warily.

"Besides" , she continued, "maybe Snape won't tell him."

"Maybe", Draco said doubtfully.

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Authors Note

I would lke to apologize for the extreme tardiness of this chapter. It has been written forever… but I have never updated.

I'm also sorry about all of the errors in this. I know there must be many. I really don't feel like I should bother my old beta after its been so long. Don't worry though, I will continue to write and I will work on my horrible grammar.

Bubs

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