Dirty Dancing: Hogwarts Style

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Chapter-3-Lunch And A Snack

…who has to know? When we live such fragile lives, it's the best we survive.

I'd go around a time or two just to waist my time with you.

Tell me all that you've thrown away. Find out games you don' wanna play.

You are the only one that needs to know!

I'll keep you my dirty little secret-dirty little secret.

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, just another regret, my dirty little secret…

That night after school you could find Ron pacing back and fourth in his room with the phone in his hand muttering to himself.

"Hey, Lav it's- no, no, no. Uh…Hey, Lavender, how's it going? Hermione gave me your number and I thought that-no! Would that weird her out?"

"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley called from down stairs, "come on now, I need the phone!"

"One more minute, mum!" Ron heard her mutter to herself. He groaned and threw himself on his bed; one more minute to think of something and to call her. Then it hit him. He dialed Hermione's number who immediately picked up.

"Hello, Hermione?"

"Hey, Ron. What's up? Ow!"

"I'm having trouble!" he groaned.

"Me to. The stove won't light! Ah! There we go. Mum and dad went out so I am fending for myself. Popcorn and Dr. Pepper."

"Seriously, Hermione." Ron heard popping in the back round.

"Sorry. What is it, homework?"

"No! It's"-

"Oh. Hey this stuff pops quick. Cool." Ron heard Hermione pour her popcorn into a bowl and she sat down on her couch with her popcorn and turned on the television. "So…did you need anything?"

"Yes, advice!"

Hermione straightened up. "Since when do you call me for advice?"

"Since I needed help with Lavender." Ron regretted saying that when he heard Hermione begin to giggle and make whistling noises.

"Ok, Ron, I'm not the best person to ask because I know Lavender too well," she told him.

"Why would that be a problem?"

"I would give you advice, you may or may not do it, and if you did do it, it would be exactly what Lavender were expecting and then you would have to keep your perfect streak going and that could prove to be bad. Especially with her."

Ron didn't say anything for a while. Then a, "Huh?" came out of his mouth. "What the heck does that mean?"

Hermione shook her head. "Never mind you're not a girl."

"Thankfully."

"Call Pavarti, she'd know, I don't know how many dates she's been on but I know she's been on enough."

"Alright!" said Ron. "That advice I will take."

"Glad to be of service. Bye!"

"See ya." Ron dialed Pavarti's number who picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Pavarti?"

"Yup."

" It's Ron."

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Nothing that a gr"- Ron was suddenly aware of the music in the back round. "What are you listening to?" he asked.

"I'm not listening to anything I'm doing yoga," was the reply.

"Oh. How can you be doing that and talking to me at the same time?"

"I'm a level four Yoga Trainee, Ron" she answered. "The answer may scare you."

Ron nodded. "Ok. Um, I need some advice." He heard a couple of thuds and when Pavarti said something he began to tell her about Lavender.

Hermione flipped the television to the dancing channel and silently thanked her parents for cable. Justin Amos was on and giving a different girl that same look of desire. She decided that when she found her guy he would only give her that look of desire.

"Guess what, Hermione!"

Hermione sat next to Lavender as usual in science. "What?"

"Ron called me last night!"

"He did!" she gasped. "Wow! Really!"

Lavender nodded excitedly. "Yeah! It was so cute 'cause he had no idea what to say!" Both girls giggled.

"So what did you talk about?"

"Well, he was so kind as to remind me of the fact that you had detention today."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry I know it's not your fault. And so he asked to go with me instead to the movies. He was like, 'I'll gladly take Hermione's place.'"

"That's awesome! So is this like a date?"

Professor Snape walked in and Lavender opened her book while shrugging her shoulders and mouthing, "I don't know." Hermione sighed frustrated still with the two.

"Turn to page one forty-six and begin the lab. I want a full write out including a hypothesis Ms. Brown."

Lavender turned red, she was always forgetting that part of the lab for some reason.

"Now please do be careful because we are working with acid. As you can see I have already set the materials out in front of you. You know where the goggles are, where your smocks, begin!" he snapped and everyone got started.

"Oh, god, I hate wearing these things!" Hermione heard Cho complain.

"You know, Cho," Hermione grabbed a smock, "maybe you could spill some of that acid on your cheerleader skirt and make it shorter!" Cho glared at her. "Just trying to help."

"Did you know that the new kid, Jarry Potter, lives right across from me?" said Cho.

"You mean Harry Potter?" Cho turned red. "And no I didn't know. But did you know I don't care?" And Hermione quickly walked away feeling a sense of lost.

"Ok. So what do we do first?" Lavender asked.

Hermione was about to begin to read the instructions but just then Professor Snape walked up to the two, dropped a pink slip in front of Hermione and walked away. Hermione picked it up and groaned.

"What is it?" Lavender asked her.

"I get to serve my detention in my most favorite class!"

"History?"

"Not funny."

"I thought it was."

Hermione tucked the paper in her back pocket. "I have to clean all the mirrors in the dance room."

"Ouch! That sucks."

"Yeah." Hermione began to mix up a concoction.

"At least you don't have to serve it with him." Lavender pointed to Professor Snape.

"Thank, God!"

"Ok," Lavender began to write in her notebook. "I think the baking soda is going to eat away at the…the…that really long word there."

Hermione laughed. "I think so to."

"Whoa!" Ginny backed against a wall. "Watch where you're going, buddy, gees." She made her way over to Ron and Lavender who were both very red. "I swear you'd think some of these kids never ate before. Hey Lavender?"

"Yes?" she said quickly, thankful to have Ginny around.

"Do you know what sport we're playing in Hagrid's class today?"

"We're starting volleyball."

"Cool."

"You know I really like Hagrid even if he does have some very weird moments of his own."

"Me to," Ginny and Ron agreed. "Only it'd be easier on him if he didn't have Draco around," said Ron.

"At least you don't have class with him," Lavender said with a sigh.

Ron nodded. "True." He remembered what Pavarti told him on the phone and tried to put it into his own words. "You know if he's really that annoying I can beat him up for you." He said it as calmly as he could, too calmly in fact. It sounded…not right "I mean…um…if he"-

"Neville!" Ginny gasped and Ron and Lavender looked up and their jaws dropped.

Neville stood there, in front of them, with salad dressing all over his head. A group of football players walked by along with some cheerleaders and they all made it a point to bring attention to him. Soon the whole hallway was starring and giggling.

"Draco," was the only word out of Neville's mouth and Ron quickly rushed him to the bathroom.

"I swear one of these days I am going to kick his arse!" Ginny growled. "Where does Malfoy get the idea that he can pick on whoever he wants?"

Lavender shook her head and shrugged. "Hey, Dean."

Dean sat down on the ground roughly and crossed his arms over his chest. "And the day just keeps getting better," said Lavender.

"What happened?" Ginny asked him placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at the two and answered, "Fleur."

"Ok. What about her?"

"I told her I was taking dance lessons and you know what she says? 'So'!"

"Oh…" Lavender asked him, "What were you expecting, Dean, I mean come on it's, Fleur?"

"I was expecting a, 'Oh, how wonderful, Dean! You're so terrific. Take me to the Winter Dance and we can date and get married!'" He sighed.

Lavender and Ginny looked at each other and then Lavender said, "You are defiantly living in your own world."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hey, Dean." Neville sat next to him

Dean looked up and sniffed him. "What happened to you, Neville? You smell like…ranch."

"Draco," Ron answered for him.

"Ah. Hey, Ginny share your fries. Who brought ketchup?"

"Whoa!" Hermione tripped over someone.

"God, Granger, watch where you're going!" Draco hissed.

She stood up and fixed her hair. "Draco, when are you going to leave me alone and leave the past in the past?" Hermione walked off to meet Harry.

"What did she mean?" Blaise, Draco's cousin, asked.

"Nothing," Draco snapped. "God, I hate her."

"Yeah, something about her though is really hot." Draco kicked his cousin under the table. "Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"Ready, Harry?"

"Yup."

"Cool, let's go." Hermione led the way. "So how is your second day?"

"Ok. I've had a lot of cheerleaders come up and ask for my number though. Unfortunately our phone isn't hooked up though."

"You sound very upset."

"Oh, terribly. How has your day been?"

"Well besides Cho threatening me, Draco tripping me, Blaise coming on to me, and receiving me detention from Professor Snape, it was ok," she answered.

"Lovely. What was your detention for?"

"For being smart." Seeing the look on Harry's face Hermione explained, "He's always giving me detentions for giving out the right answer or being ahead of the class. He says I'm being a know-it-all and showing off."

"He shouldn't be allowed to do that."

Hermione shrugged. "I don't mind. It lets people know that I'm not as perfect as most seem to think I am."

"Except when it comes to dancing, huh?"

"Yeah. There they are! Hey guys!"

"Hey, Hermione!" Hermione and Harry took a seat on the ground. "Everyone I'd like you to meet Harry, Harry this is Lavender, Neville, Dean, Ron and Ginny, Ron's little sister."

"Incase you couldn't tell," said Ron.

Harry laughed. "So Hermione told me you played guitar."

Ron nodded. "For about a year now."

"He's not that bad," said Ginny.

"And that's coming from his sister," said Dean. "So you know he is good."

Everyone laughed and Ron simply put on a sarcastic smile. "How 'bout you?" he asked Harry.

"How 'bout me what?"

"You play anything?"

"Oh. Yea. I know some guitar, very little though. I'm a drum player."

"That's hot!" said Ginny.

"How is that hot?" asked Dean.

She shrugged. "It just is."

Dean turned slightly red. "I thought you girls liked a guy who could dance."

"Some girls, yes," said Hermione.

"So what is it about a guy who can play an instrument?"

Lavender took a bite of her pizza. "It just is. Especially the drums or electric guitar."

Ron took out his guitar. Hermione looked at Lavender and winked, then she looked at Harry and said, "We're always talking about the differences between the sexes."

"Ah."

"It gets ugly sometimes!" said Neville.

"It's not that bad!" Ginny told him.

"Oh, of course not. That big black eye you gave me from your math book was not bad at all!" He looked at Harry, "I made a comment about her hair, that all I swear."

"Never comment a girl's hair while she's on the dot!" said Lavender.

"Really how many times have we told you this?" Ginny took another fry.

Ron looked at Harry. "Wanna get a soda from the machine? This could get ugly."

"Yea," and the two got up.

"You should come over some time," Ron was saying as they walked. "We could play together. Mum still has Fred's old drum set."

"Really?"

"Yea, it'd be fun. 'Course we'd have to do it while mum and dad were out. They hate loud noises. Even though dad is always doing something that involves blowing something else up."

"What does he do?"

A bottle dropped at the bottom. "He's an inventor and obviously his stuff does not always work."

"Oh." Harry just noticed a sign announcing the Winter Dance and assembly on the soda machine. He and Ron began walking again. "So this Winter dance assembly thing, it seems really popular."

"Oh, it is," Ron told him. "This is the first year the school is getting one in, I dunno, three years."

"Three years!"

"Yeah. Supposedly a teen got pregnant and the parents blamed it on the dancing that the school allowed. So we didn't have any dances for a while. Two years ago they brought back ballet and ball room but that's as far as the school goes. This assembely really gives the students a chance to let loose. Even though they still have to watch what they do."

Harry stopped walking. "So what if someone wanted to bring back dancing. You know, like, The Tango, or street dancing? Couldn't they perform that at the assembly?"

"The Tango?" Ron shook his head. "No. Why, do you dance at all?"

Harry could feel his cheeks get hot. "A little."

"Hmm." They kept walking.

The last bell of the day rang and the first thing Cho Chang did was walk up to Harry and ask, "Need a ride?"

Harry looked at her. She was leaning on the desk with her belly showing a bit from underneath her shirt.

"Excuse me?"

"A ride, do you need one?"

"Oh. Thanks but no thanks. My uncle is coming to get me." He put his bag over his shoulder and was about to walk out but Cho stepped in front of him and put his hand on her shoulder. "So you think they would really mind if I gave you a lift?"

"Yes," he answered. "They're afraid I'll burn the house down."

Cho giggled and Harry could feel her hand rubbing her arm. "You could stay at my place for awhile."

Harry sighed. He knew what she wanted and he would love to stay at her house for a few hours. She had a great body and a great smile but –no. That wasn't how one treated a lady and Harry was defiantly not allowed to let himself be used.

He touched her hand and brought it down to her side. "Thanks for the offer but I have to go talk to a teacher." He quickly left before being tempted anymore.

Hermione walked slowly down the halls hoping to take some time off her detention. She opened the door to the dance room and found Ms. Hooch packing her things.

"Ms. Hooch?"

"Yes? Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry dear, I completely forgot."

Trust me I don't mind. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, a friend of mine is having a baby, too early might I add, and she needs me there. Her husband won't be home till the weekend. Oh, dear. Well why don't we do this: You stay here and serve your time. I'll let Mr. Dumbledore know and you'll be fine, alright? Thank you, dear, bye!"

"But- Ms. Hooch!"

Slam!

Hermione flinched. She looked behind her around the room. It was a lot bigger than she thought which meant there were a lot more mirrors to clean. "Oh, lovely." She walked to the closet and took out the Windex and some paper towels. "Let's get started."

And she did. It was slow work and Hermione looked around the room for something to somehow make the time go by quicker. The only thing she saw was a radio. Whatever, it was better than silence and she turned on the oldie station.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales.

"Oh, yes."

Meant for someone else but not for me.

Love was out to get me, that's the way it seemed.

Hermione began to sing along with the words and shake her hips.

And then I saw her face! Now I'm a believer! Not a trace!

"Of doubt in mind! I'm in love OOOOoooOOO! I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried!"

She began to dance around the room taking careful, pointed steps and dipping her head. She would occasionally squirt the mirror and then wipe it.

What the use in trying?

She sang into the bottle of Windex, "All you get is pain, when I wanted sunshine I got RAIN!" At the end of the song Hermione fell to her knees and slid across the floor. "Whoo- HOO!" she shouted at the top of her lungs and did a quick head bang.

Then she heard clapping and her face got very red when she realized who it was. Harry! She quickly got to her feet as he walked up to her.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance."

"What are you still doing here?" she asked quickly.

"Waiting for my uncle. He's not coming till five. That's when he gets off work. Anyway, back to what I said, I thought you couldn't dance."

"I can't," Hermione said quickly.

"Well then what was all that I just saw?"

"How much did you see?"

"Enough."

"Oh, boy," Hermione buried her face in her hands. She lifted her head again and was surprised at how close Harry stood in front of her. Her face turned redder. "Ever wish you had an, I dunno, something like an invisibility cloak. You could just hide under it and disappear?"

Harry laughed. "I know exactly what you mean. So how come you told me you couldn't dance?"

"I wouldn't exactly call that dancing?"

"No? Then what would you call it?"

"I dunno…jumping around."

"I think it's got potential."

"Oh, really?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, really."

"And what makes you such an expert?" Hermione picked up her Windex and paper towels and walked back over to the mirrors with Harry following her. "Are you a dancer?"

Harry took the Windex from her and squirted the mirror. "As a matter of fact, yes."

Hermione stopped whipping. "Really? What kind of dance? Ballroom?"

"A little. Mostly Mexican dances and a few American ones like the Foxtrot." He whipped the mirror.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Hmm…"

"Hmm what?"

"That's very hard to believe." Hermione squirted a second mirror.

"And now here's Eric Carmen's, Hungry Eyes," the woman on the radio announced.

"Well then let me prove it to you."

Hermione stopped what she was doing. "What?"

Harry held out his hand. "Let me prove it to you."

"Here, now?"

"Yes."

I've been meaning to tell you- Hermione took his hand- I've got this feeling that won't subside. Harry set his hand around her waist and drew her close-I look at you and I fantasize, you're mine tonight.

Hermione followed Harry, just like she was taught. It was bit odd though for her because she was so close to him and he had his arm around her. They were never like this in ballroom. She stepped on his foot.

"Sorry." And she looked on the ground.

"Don't," Harry told and Hermione looked up. "The first rule of dancing, keep all eye contact with your partner."

Hermione did as she was told and in the mean time tripped, stepped on Harry's foot and fell on his chest. But he kept leading her and didn't let go.

…I feel the magic between you and I, I've got hungry eyes.

Harry spun Hermione and slowly she began to smile as he began to pick up the pace a bit. They stepped back, turned, walked and once Harry spun Hermione out, then brought her back, she elbowed him in the stomach but he laughed and they tried it again.

The song ended and Harry did a quick dip. "Oh, my," Hermione blushed when she was brought back up. "That was…thank you."

"You're an excellent dancer, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Do you believe me now."

"Oh, defiantly."

Harry smiled. "Are you hungry for anything. I've got some extra food in my bag."

Hermione nodded. "Sounds good."

Ok, guys, I would love to type more but I am going on to fourteen pages here and I have to save some romance for later. Let me know what you think. This chapter probably wasn't the best, but it was necessary.