Dirty Dancing: Hogwarts Style

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Chapter-1-Hogwarts High

…and if I had the chance I'd never let you go

So won't you say you love me, I'll make you so proud of me

We'll make them turn their heads every place we go!

So won't you please? Be my, be my baby-

Be my new baby, my one and only baby?

Save me my darlin', be my, be my baby, my one and only…

"And here they are! Our five time world champions, Mickey Summers and Justin Amos!" a male voice announced. "They will be dancing the Tango for us tonight and also"-

Hermione sighed. She loved these dancing shows and would often picture herself as the female dancer. She would watch as the girls swung their long legs around the males and watching the males give their partners that look of desire always put her in a romantic mood. Sometimes she would practice the steps in her room and think of a tall, handsome young man dipping her and looking at her with desire.

Mickey Summer and Justin Amos began their dance. It was not simple at all. The steps were quick and the two kept their eyes locked on each other. Hermione watched and her mouth dropped as Mickey was dipped with only one arm. She nearly drooled over the strength Justin Amos had.

Hermione's eyes wondered over the shiny, short, tight dress Miss Summer wore. It was a yellow dress that clung to her every curve and showed off her hips that were hypnotizing as she shook them. Hermione would never wear anything like that. It wasn't that she didn't have a pretty body; she had a gorgeous body. One that all the guys wanted to have and that was why she owned some pretty baggy clothes. Nothing tight. Nothing that showed off her curves and nothing that showed off her breast to the world. And those shoes! How did women even take two steps! Hermione was already a klutz, she hated the idea of dancing in seven inch Italian heels.

And then there was Justin Amos. Hermione turned red just from looking at the TV screen. One could tell he was built very nicely. Romantic thoughts returned to her and she could feel her cheeks get hot. She watched as Justin Amos dipped Mickey Summer again. Her leg tapped his cheek and he placed his hand on her ankle and slowly rubbed her leg, bringing it back to the ground and putting his hand back to her waist. How did she get it so freaking high!

"Oh, my," she breathed. Now why couldn't they teach this at Hogwarts High? This was dancing. Ballet was…well Hermione wasn't sure what it was, but that's all that's taught. That and Ball room. She sighed. This wasn't bad dancing, it wasn't devil dancing and it was in no way sexual, well…okay…it was just something young people did for fun! But try telling the school that.

"We have enough teens getting pregnant!" They would argue. "We don't need dance to encourage it!" But the cheerleading skirts were ok. And the moves they did were ok!

Man, if only they knew what some of the teens at school were doing.

Well it didn't matter really even if the school did offer Tango lessons, Hermione still wouldn't take them! Everyone already knew about her being a klutz, no reason to make them laugh at her more. She looked back at the screen and memorized the moves.

"Ow!" Hermione stuck her finger in her mouth. "Damn!"

"Goodness, Granger, you really need to watch your mouth."

Hermione felt an arm go around her shoulder. "Hey, Ron!"

"Hello,"the red headsaid back to her. "And how are you doing this fine morning?"

"Not good," she replied.

"And why is that?"He was still smiling.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What put you in such a good mood?" Ron looked at her and she pointed to the big smile across his face.

"Oh, that, yes," he cleared his throat, "well. I – uh- I got to see the ballet dancers practice this morning."

Hermione nodded. "Ah. That would explain why you're here so early. What were they doing here so early?"

"Practicing for the winter assembly. They're going to put on a small show for the school."

"Oh, right, of course. But that's, like, four weeks away."

"I know," said Ron. "They've been practicing it for that long to so far."

"Oh." Hermione sighed.

"What?"

"I don't think Ms. Hooch is going to put me in the dance show," Hermione told him. "What a stupid theme! Dance, Dance Tonight."

"Why wouldn't she put you in?"

"Because I suck!"

"Oh, come on, Hermione. You do not suck." Hermione gave Ron a stern look. "Well….you're…come on let's get to class."

"Uh huh." Hermione headed to her first class of the day, Science. She loved the subject but hated the class and the teacher.

"Hermione!"

"Hey, Lavender!" Hermione went and sat next to her. "How are the practices going in your ballet class?"

"Oh, wonderful!" Lavender squealed. "I got the lead part!"

"Congratulations! What are you guys doing? I mean, like, what's the show about?"

"Oh," Lavender shrugged, "it's just another love story type thing. You know the weirdest thing happened today."

"What?"

"Oh. My. God. Hermione, what did you to your hair?" the question came out of nowhere.

Hermione looked up and put on a sarcastic smile. "Hi, Cho. How are you doing?"

"I mean seriously, it's always up and oily. What do you use, rubberbands? I can refer you to someone. Oh, wait, you couldn't afford her if you use rubberbands as hair ties."

Cho Chang was a girl who transferred from Hong Kong five years ago. Hermione didn't have a choice but to put up with her for quiet awhile. She was captain of the cheerleading team, a great dancer, very pretty, popularand a little sluttish.

"Is that all you think about, Cho?" said Lavender. "You know there is more to this world than boys and hair."

Cho looked at her. "You know, Brown, I don't know why you bother hanging out with her and that Weasley boy."

"His name's, Ron!" Hermione spoke up, but Cho didn't hear her.

"You're a great dancer, you could be a great Cheerleader to. Heck, you could be co-captain."

Lavender rolled her eyes. "Not interested." She took out her notebook. Cho looked back at Hermione and rolled her eyes. "So something with your hair. You know what they're saying?"

"No and I don't care!" Hermione replied just as snobbish.

"They say you wear baggy clother because underneath all that you're really fat!" One of Cho's friend giggled. "Is it true your stomch is full of scars?"

Hermione's mouth dropped. Shecould feel her cheeks turn red so she quickly said, "Was the sex that bad last night, Cho?" It came out of nowhere.

"Miss Chang, please take your seat!"

Professor Snape had just walked ijn and Hermione ignored Cho's look of death on propose. Professor Snape was the worst teacher the school had. He smelled horrible, he looked like he really needed a shower and his teaching skills were not that great at all.

"Turn your books to page 144 and read to page 152. Answer all the questions and copy down the definitions, when you are done we will begin an experiment from this chapter."

The students sighed but did as they were told. Hermione read the a paragraph about the chemistry work they would be doing that day but then pulled out a sheet of paper because she had already read it and understood it. And because Snape was so predictable she had already finished the bookwork and she assumed most of the other students did to.

She wrote down, So what happened today? on a sheet of paper and passed it to Lavender.

Lavender opened it and began to write back. Hermione watched as one of Cho's cheerleading buddies stood up and walked to the trashcan to throw something out. The room was completely silent. As Cho's friend walked back she dropped a piece of paper on Hermione's desk. She opened it and read, You're just mad because no one will ever think of you that way! No one worth it anyway. Not my faulturnot pretty.Hermione looked at Cho who gave her an evil smile. She wrote down, They only like you because you put it out and open your legs the fastest and was going to give it back but then thought better of it. She was not about to lower herself to Cho Chang's level. So she simply tucked the note away and waited for Lavender's reply.

While she waited she thought about the only thing that could come to her mind lately…love and romance. It wasn't like Hermione hadn't dated before, she has! Only nothing serious ever came out of the relationships.

Lavender passed the paper back to Hermione who read; Well it was the weirdest thing. We we're practicing and I saw ron and he was just watching me and I was like ok. So I went up to him and asked so how are u doing? And he just kinda stood there and turned redder and redder. I thought I had something in my teeth so I started turning red. It was just …weird…gosh hermione he is SO cute. And I know you think this is stupid but I thought it was absolutely adorable.

Hermione giggled and wrote back, u two r so cute. Why don't you go out already?u like each other what's the problem? She passed the note back to her and the reply came quickly; I don't know.

"Professor Snape! Professor Snape!"

"Yes, Miss Chang?" Professor Snape sounded very bored.

"Hermione and Lavender are passing notes! I saw!"

Professor Snape got off his chair quickly and went over to the two girls. "You both know that I do not tolerate this behavior in my classroom."

They nodded in unison. "I was just showing Lavender some notes I took last night from this chapter," Hermione explained.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let's see them."

Hermione pulled out a sheet of paper that really did have notes from the chapter written all over it, along with a few diagrams. Snape lowered the paper and looked back at her.

"So you think you're better than everyone Miss Granger?"

"No of course not, sir. I was just getting a head start. I have another honors science class and"-

"Detention!" Professor Snape suddenly snapped. "For not doing what you were supposed to be doing and for acting like a know-it-all!"

He walked back to his desk and began writing down on a pink slip. Hermione looked at Cho who laughed and slammed her head in hands. Well, at least the worst was over. And it wouldn't be the first time Professor Snape had given her detention for being smart.

After class Hermione figured her day couldn't get much worse. But, boy, was she wrong. And she knew it. Hogwarts High had a lot more to offer than slutty cheerleaders and stupid, slimy teachers who didn't apprecitae their smart pupils.

"Whoa!" Hermione tripped over her own two feet again and slammed into a hard chest. But whoever owned it backed away from her and let her fall to the ground.

"God, Granger, you're feet aren't that big. Now Weasley on the other hand…say, where is your boyfriend anyway?"

Hermione was quick to pick up her things. "Hello, Draco," she said coolly. "How are you?"

"Since when did I give you permission to call me by my first name?"

"Since when do I care and since when are you my superior?" Hermione retorted. No one said anything. "Excuse me." She walked past him but felt a hand grab her wrist hard.

Draco pulled her to his face. Man, her lips are gorgeous. He could smell her cherry lip-gloss, the only makeup she ever wore. She was the only girl he couldn't have and he hated it. But boy, did he really want her.

"Don't. EVER. Talk like that to me AGAIN, Granger!" He was quick and remembered where he was and who was around.

Hermione could feel her heart beating faster. No. She wasn't about to let him scare her. If anything he was afraid her.

"Don't touch me, Draco." She got out of his grasp and walked away quickly. He was cute but he was also a really big jerk.

She sighed as she walked into the dance room. She lifted her sleeve and looked at the bruise that was forming already and shook her head. If Hermione didn't have any dance lessons with Ms. Hooch then she could be safe and then say that the worse was over.

"Hermione!"

Hermione looked up. "Hey, Neville, Hey Dean. What's up?" Dean looked down at his feet. "What? What is it?"

Neville smiled and looked at Hermione. "Dean's taking dance lessons."

"Sshh!" Dean hit Neville in the stomach. "Not so loud, Neville!"

"Sorry."

Hermione got an amused expression on her face. "Oh, really, Dean?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Since when does Mr. Too Cool For Dancing want to take lessons?"

Dean kicked at the ground. He looked at Hermione and whispered, "Fleur."

"Fleur?" Hermione gasped. "As in The Cheerleader, Fleur!"

"That's right. I found out that if she could find a guy who knew how to dance she'd go with him to the Winter Dance. So I figure, learn the routine, get in the show, get a lead part and she'll fall in love with me!"

Hermione giggled. "Ok, Dean."

Dean nodded. "Hey, Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"Be my partner, just for today?"

Hermione stood back. "Dean, you do not want me to be your partner."

"I know," said Dean, "that's why I said just for today."

The three laughed. Hermione was suddenly pushed into Dean by Cho Chang who was heading into the dance room.

"H-Hey, Cho!" Neville tried.

"Bite me, loser," she said back.

Neville smiled. "She wants me."

"You can tell," said a small red headed girl. Her name was Ginny, Ron's little sister. She faced Neville. "Do you have my math book?"

Neville said nothing and Ginny looked at Dean. "I'll get it for you later," he told her. She rolled her eyes and walked in the other direction.

Hermione and Dean looked at Neville, who was near to drooling, then to each other, shook their heads and walked into the classroom. Ms. Hooch glared as the trio walked in.

"What is she looking at?" Dean asked.

"Me," Hermione mumbled. They set their things on the wall. "I'm her worst pupil. I think she keeps expecting me to drop out."

"Why don't you take a regular gym class?" Dean suggested.

"Please, I can't even hit the birdie without falling on my face! And I'm bad at sports anyway."

"Oh."

The bell rang and students got into a line. Ms. Hooch turned on the music and began counting and the students began to step. Hermione stepped on Neville's foot and she hoped no one noticed but Ms. Hooch did and, of course, pointed her out.

Hermione took in a deep breath as the last bell of the day finally rang. "OW!" She stuck her finger in her mouth again. "Damn locker," she muttered.

"Hermione!"

"Yea, Ron?"

"Do you have the notes for Mrs. McGonagall's class?"

Hermione smirked. "Why don't you have them, Mr. Weasley?" She reached into her bag.

Ron turned red. "Well, I have the class with Lavender so…yea…" He turned redder.

"Ah." Hermione gave him her notes. "Passing notes, right?" Ron didn't say anything. "We're starting Shakespeare. Mrs. McGonagall wants a full page tomorrow on what we know about him."

"What!"

"Oh, calm down, Ronald, there are some notes in there on the guy, you'll be fine."

Ron smiled. "Thanks, Hermione." He gave her a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yup. Bye!"

Ron went in one direction while Hermione went in the other. "Bye, Hermione!"

Hermione turned around. "Bye, Pavarti! See you tomorrow." Hermione turned back forward and hit her head in one of the doors poles. "Ow!" she grabbed her head and rubbed it. "I really got watch what I'm doing," she muttered to herself and kept walking - slowly of course.

Ok, guys, look, if you don't like the story then don't bother to continue to read it! I've had people email me and be like this sucks and yet they continued to read what I wrote! Send me your flames I don't care, but if you really don't like it then DON'T READ IT! Simple as that. Thanks a bunch though!