Dirty Dancing: Hogwarts Style
I Own Nothing
Chapter-2-Kid Next Door
Big girls don't cry! Big girls don't cry!
Big girls don't cr-I-I!
They don't cry, big girls don't cry, who said they don't cry?
My girl said good by-I-I! My, o my! My girl-did-int cry, I wonder why.
Silly booooyy…
"Ready! Ok! Go Gryffindors! GO!" –
"No! NO! STOP!" Cho Chang shouted at her team. "Maria!"
"Y-Yes?"
"Why didn't you bring your uniform?"
"I told you, it's getting cleaned."
Cho sighed and shook her head. "You should have worn a skirt then. I could see the moves a lot better. Now come on guys we have to get this right for the assembely. Men, I know you've got more strength than that!"
"We have four weeks," someone said.
"And we're never going to get this routine right with that attitude!" Cho shouted at her team. They froze. "Now, come on! Ready, now do the pyramid and the chant. Ready, one, two, go!"
They were in Cho's front yard having their practice, it was the only place they were allowed to do so besides the school gym. "Any other place is cursed!" Cho would shout at them. No one would dare argue, even if it was stupid.
The girls chanted and Cho watched as they climbed all over each other and jumped. She sighed. No one would ever be as good as her. She knew it. Now if she could just be the only cheerleader on the team it would all be smooth sailing.
There was a sudden rumbling sound. Cho turned and missed the team slowly come down from their pyramid. A huge moving truck was pulling onto the street.
"Who's that?" one of the guys on the team asked.
"I don't know," Cho answered. She looked at the house where the truck was pulling in. It was a good-sized place to live. Five bedrooms, three complete bathrooms and a huge yard. Cho smiled to herself. "They're loaded. Wonder who lives there?"
Another car pulled up next to the truck. By now the whole team had surrounded Cho and watched who would come out. They were disappointed when a fat man and his fat son came out of the car then a skinny, tall woman who most of the girls made faces at.
"She really needs a tan."
"No kidding. And the kid needs to loose some weight!"
Cho sighed. She turned her back but then Maria said, "Oh, la la! Look at him."
She turned back around and Cho caught sight of what she was looking at. Her smile got huge. A young, tall man, with long black hair came out of the moving truck. She could see his that he was built very nicely from where they were standing. Cho looked at her team. "Watch and learn, girls. Gentlemen, just…watch."
Cho turned her back on them and began to walk across the street. Her team noticed the way she suddenly swayed her hips back and forth naturally it seemed. The fat man, his son and the skinny woman walked inside with a few boxes. As she got closer Cho could tell that the young man was no older than she. She could also tell that he did a lot of sports because of his built. He waited as the other two moving men opened the back of the truck.
Cho walked up behind him and cleared her throat. The young man looked at her just as the door opened and Cho nearly fell over from his bright, green eyes.
He raised an eyebrow and Cho felt her knees buckle. "Yes?" He scanned her quickly up and down in her cheerleading uniform and wasn't disappointed.
"H-Hello." Cho stuck out her hand. "I'm Cho Chang." He took her hand and shook it. "I live right across the street. That's my team over their practicing." He nodded. "And you are?"
"Oh, sorry, Harry Potter."
Cho smiled. "What an…interesting name."
Harry laughed. "Yeah."
"Harry!" one of the men called him.
Harry looked up. "Yes, Greg? Oh." Harry took the box that was handed to him.
"Oh, let me help!" said Cho.
"You sure?"
"Of course. I would love to."
Harry smiled. "Ok. Um, all the light stuff is in the back."
Cho rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, I throw people in the air, I can lift a box."
Harry shrugged. "Well, if you're sure. Here, this one is just my aunts shoes." He handed her the box in his arms. Cho watched his muscles flex and unflex and then flex once again as he went for another box. "These are going to my aunt and uncles bedroom. I'll show you." He led her inside.
Cho followed and she could feel her team looking at her admiringly. They went inside and up the stairs. "So," she began, "do you play any sports?"
Harry looked at her and smiled. She nearly melted. "Depends on your definition of a sport I suppose." He opened a door and they set the boxes down.
He looked at her and it took Cho a moment to answer. "Um…anything that involves throwing, running, catching, stuff like that."
Harry nodded. He put his hands on his hips and Cho saw his abs through his white t-shirt. "Throwing, as in balls or people?"
"Both," Cho said quickly.
"Ah. Then, yes, I am in sports." He laughed and Cho nearly fell to the ground. God, he was handsome. What was he doing with these people then? They began to head downstairs.
"So what sports do you do?" Cho asked again and couldn't take her eyes off his butt.
"Well, running for one. Cross Country and Track and Field. And uh…" they were outside now. Harry turned to look at her. "Dancing." He headed towards the truck again.
"Dancing?" Cho smiled again.
Harry grabbed another box and gave it to her. "Yes."
"Like, ballroom dancing?" She asked and they headed back into the house.
Harry laughed. "No! I could never do that, although I do know some." They both kneeled down to set the boxes in the same room and Harry looked at her. "Hip Hop a lot of the time. Um…the Tango, East Coast Swing, that's an American one. A lot of Mexican dances."
Cho nodded. "Well, all they offer at our school is Ball room and Ballet."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"They're afraid that dances like the Tango is going to give teens more reason to become pregnant and do stupid things. So we don't know that stuff here." She rolled her eyes.
"Really?" Harry repeated. "But they let the cheerleaders where that?"
Cho felt her face go red. What was it about this guy? "Yea. But hey," she nudged his elbow, "maybe you could show me the Tango sometime."
"Oh, um, sure. Yea- I"-
"HARRY!"
The fat man walked into the room and Cho and Harry quickly got to their feet.
"What are you doing boy!" he spat.
"I was just"-
"And who is this?"
"Huh? Oh, Cho, this is my Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon this is Cho."
Uncle Vernon smiled at Cho and said, "Well, me dear it is very nice to meet you but if you don't mind Harry needs to move these boxes on his own. It's his punishment."
"Oh…"Cho wasn't sure what to say, "well…ok…I'll see you at school then maybe."
"Yeah. Bye."
She left and Vernon looked at Harry. "We don't need you making friends so fast, boy!" he hissed. "Let the neighbors meet us first and then we'll slowly introduce them to you."
Harry sighed.
A couple miles away a girl with wavy, brown hair was in her room with her music turned up all the way. Her parents were out so this gave her a chance to let loose. She would get into a tang top and her underwear and just dance around like there was no tomorrow. (I know some of ya'll have done that before!) She jump on her bed and sang till her voice failed her.
Hermione danced in front of her mirror and shook her head all over the place. She pretended she had a guitar and jumped on her bed and then back down, shaking her whole house.
She moved her hips just like Mickey Summer and was surprised to see that she wasn't that bad at all. She shook her head again and of course, tripped over her feet. She landed hard on her butt and looked at herself in the mirror and just started laughing.
She spread herself out on her floor. What she wouldn't give to be able to dance like Mickey Summer and what she wouldn't do to dance with someone like Justin Amos.
"Hermione Granger, please report to the front office, Hermione Granger to the front office, please."
"Wow, Herm," said Ginny, "not even ten yet and you're already getting called."
"What did you do this time?" Ron asked her with a smile.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Probably just a note from mum. Do I have History next? Yes I do." She sighed. "I liked it when we were younger and our schedules weren't constantly changing. See you guys later."
"Yup."
Hermione made her way to the office surprising herself by not tripping over her feet this time. My dancing is really helping, she thought to herself and laughed out loud.
She walked into the main office and, of course, she bumped into someone. She huffed. "Ok, Draco, I'm sorry, I don't want to hear it." She shook her head and didn't bother to look at his face. "Just, say whatever"-
"Sorry but I think you have the wrong person."
Hermione quickly lifted her head and looked up into a pair of emerald green eyes. "Oh, you're, you're not, you're definitely not Draco Malfoy."
He smiled and Hermione could not help but smile back. "No. I'm Harry Potter. And who are you?" He stuck out his hand.
Hermione blushed but took his hand. "Hermione Granger," she answered. "You new? Well, that's a silly question, of course you are."
"It's alright. So this guy, Draco, did you say?" Hermione nodded and Harry went on, "Well, if he gives you any trouble"- He made a motion with his fist and Hermione laughed and he smiled. "Catch you around?"
"Hopefully." The words came out before she could stop them and Hermione turned red. "I mean…um…I hope you..."
Harry laughed. "I know what you mean. Bye."
"Bye."
Harry walked out the door and Hermione grabbed the note from her mum. Afterwards she headed to her History class with Mr. Flitwick. And the whole time she hardly paid attention to him. She kept thinking about Harry and the butterflies he gave her. She shook her head. What was she thinking? He was cute, too cute in fact and way out of her league.
"Hermione," Ron whispered next to her. She looked at him and he quickly handed her two notes.
Did u hear about the new kid? It was from Ginny. Everyone is talking about him. I heard he was really cute and Cho said something about him being a dancer. What do u think? Have u even seen him?
The second was from Ron. You know how much it sucks having your younger sister in the same class as you! I feel stupid! Hermione laughed and quickly wrote to Ron telling him how wonderful she thought he was and then she wrote back to Ginny saying she knew nothing about no one.
After class Ron begged Hermione for her notes as usual and she headed to English with Mrs. McGonagall. She hated the class, not only was it boring, but she didn't know anyone, and anyone she did know, didn't like her; Draco, Cho, Pancy and Gregory Goyle and Something Crabbe oh, and of course, Maria Parks! How could anyone forget her and her loud mouth?
She headed into the class, thankful that she didn't have science that day, and headed to the far right and sat in her desk.
"Oh, hello Miss Granger."
"Hello, Mrs. McGonagall, how are you doing?"
"Oh, very well, thank you. Did you understand the homework?"
"Yes, of course," Hermione answered. "This one was actually easy."
Mrs. McGonagall sat in the desk across from her. "Hermione, you are one of my best students. If you need help I am here."
Hermione nodded. "I'm trying, I really am."
Mrs. McGonagall nodded. "I know."
The bell rang and students began rushing to their classes. Hermione watched as her own classmates entered the room.
"I can't wait for the game this weekend!" she heard someone say.
"I know!" someone else replied. "I can't wait to watch Draco Malfoy either!"
The two girls giggled and Hermione rolled her eyes. The second bell rang and Mrs. McGonagall shut her door. "How are we doing this afternoon class?"
There were a few grunts and shrugs. "I'm sure you all did your homework, please pass it forward." Papers were pulled out and passed up. Just then the door opened and Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she noticed it was the same boy from the office earlier. The whole room went silent. Hermione looked around and she saw every girl's face turn red and they were all smiling.
Harry looked at the teacher, walked up to her and gave her a note. "Oh, alright then." Mrs. McGonagall put her arm around him. "Everyone this is Harry Potter. He just transferred here and we're very pleased to have him. Mr. Potter, if you'd like you can take the seat next to Miss Granger right over here."
Harry and Hermione's eyes locked. "She's a very good student and will help you out with whatever you need."
As soon as Harry sat down next to her, Hermione could hear Cho Chang growling at her and she feel her look of death. She ignored it and smiled at Harry. "So we meet again."
Harry laughed. "We do." He took out some paper. "So what are we doing?" he whispered.
"Not sure yet," Hermione whispered back. She checked the class schedule. "Oh. We started Shakespeare yesterday and today we're watching a movie on him."
"Not bad."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You have no idea how dull these movies can get." Mrs. McGonagall announced the movie to the class and then went into the closet to get it.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked Hermione.
"I'm not really that good in English."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Odd."
Hermione looked at him. "Why is that odd?"
"You seem like the type of person who is good at everything."
It took all Hermione had to not laugh out loud. Mrs. McGonagall walked back into the room. "Draco, could you please put the video in?"
Draco stood up reluctantly and went up to the television.
"I'm not," Hermione leaned in to whisper. "I'm bad at English, I find it boring."
"You're just being modest," Harry teased.
The movie came on and Draco turned to glare at Hermione. Hermione simply ignored him.
"That would not by any chance be Draco would it?" Harry asked her. Hermione nodded. "Oh." The lights turned off. "So, anyway," Harry continued to whisper, "I'm sure you're good at more than you think."
Hermione blushed. She heard Mrs. McGonagall type on her computer.
"What about dancing?"
The question caught her off guard and Harry was sure Hermione's face could light up the whole room.
"Um…well…" Hermione felt someone tap her shoulder and she took the note that was passed to her. Slut! She breathed in deeply and hadn't realized that Harry read the word.
"Who sent that?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter," she told him and got up to throw the note away.
The movie went on and Harry noticed Hermione beginning to fall asleep. He nudged her elbow and she opened her eyes. "So you never answered my question."
"Hmm, what question?"
"Can you dance?"
"Oh." Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. I am in ballroom right now but…" she shrugged and Harry simply nodded.
After class Hermione showed Harry where his next class was and walked away when she felt someone grab her arm.
"Draco, what the hell are you doing!"
"Did you take notes, Granger?"
"Even if I did I wouldn't give them to you! Take your own damn notes! Ow!" She felt his grip tighten on her wrist as her arm went behind her back.
"I'm warning you, Granger!"
"What the hell is your problem, Draco? I never did anything to you. Leave me alone!"
"Is there a problem?"
Draco quickly let go of Hermione and looked up to see Harry's face. He was slightly shorter than him but still had that look that told Draco to be careful.
"No," Draco answered quickly. "What's it to you anyway?"
"I was taught to never raise a hand to a lady," Harry told him calmly. "I suggest you learn the same thing."
"Or what?"
"I'll raise my hand to you," Harry growled.
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise."
After school Hermione ran into Ron and Ginny who were busy bickering with each other. "Ron, I'm telling you, take my notes!"
"Ginny, I've been going here a little longer than you I think I know what to do!" Ron yelled back.
Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at Hermione. "Where's Lavender when you need her?" she asked and walked away to her bus leaving Ron with a very red face.
Hermione smiled. "You know, Lavender and I did have plans to go to the movies tomorrow and I just got that detention so maybe you should take her instead?" She winked.
Ron smiled. "It's not a bad idea."
"I know! It's mine! Here's her number." She wrote it down and gave it to him. "Let me know how it goes!"
Ron nodded.
"Tell the family I said hi!" Hermione walked out to her bus. "Granger!"
"Oh, gosh!" she muttered to herself and turned around. "Yes, Cho?"
"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Excuse me!"
"Harry."
"What about him?"
"Stay away from him! I saw him first!"
Hermione shook her head. "You know, Cho, I think this might be the first smart, good looking guy you pick! And possibly sleep with," she added as an after thought.
"You bitch!"
"Yea, maybe. Well, see ya!" And she walked away quickly only to find Harry walking around the buses. "Lost?" she asked walking in his direction.
Harry looked at her. "Just a little."
"What bus are you looking for?"
"Uh…number twenty three."
"Two buses down," she pointed.
"Thanks." He didn't leave right away so Hermione seized the opportunity to say, "You know you're going to get me into a lot of trouble."
Harry laughed. "Excuse me?"
Hermione nodded. "Yup. Only you're first day and somehow you've already managed to get the head cheerleader mad at me, you got the captain of the football team, Draco, watching my and yours, every move and every other girl in the school hates me because we've said more than hello to each other. And I think the gay population doesn't like me either."
"Do you know anyone who's gay?" Harry asked her.
"No, but I'm still sure they hate me."
Harry laughed. "Well, I don't know how to take the gay comment and I'm sorry, having everyone hate you was definitely not my intentions Miss Granger."
Hermione blushed at the way he said her name. "Call me Hermione and it's ok," she told him. "Hey, want to eat lunch with me and my friends tomorrow? You can meet Ron. He's awesome and a guitar player."
"Ron? Boyfriend?"
"Ron! What? Oh, no!" Hermione shook her head with a laugh. "Not if he were the last man on earth. He's like my brother."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure. That'd be great."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye."
Harry left and Hermione tripped as she got onto the bus.