Dirty Dancing: Hogwarts Style

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Chapter-4-The Bet

…Don't tell me what to do, and don't tell me what to say

Please when I go out with you don't put me on display

'Cause you don't own me, don't try to change me in any way

You don't own me, don't tie me down Cause I'll never stay, O, I don't tell you what to say

And I don't tell you what to do so just let me be myself…

Brrriiiiinng!

"Hello?"

"Hello, is Hermione there, please? This is Lavender."

"Yes, hold on. Hermione! Phone!"

Click "Got it, mum, thanks. Hello?"

"Hey, it's Lavender."

"Hey, Lav. How was the movie?"

Hermione could hear her friend smile. "Great! He didn't mind seeing a chick flick!"

"That's good. Now did you guys actually talk at all?"

"Um…not really. The movie was funny though so it was ok. Oh, and guess what?"

"What?"

"After the movie he was like, 'Hey, this was fun. We should-should do it –do it again.' Except for he stuttered a lot more."

Hermione laughed. "Oh, this is so cool! I'm so happy for you guys!"

"I know!" Lavender squealed. "Thank you so much, Hermione."

"It's no problem. I'm glad you had fun. So when are you going out again?"

"I think Saturday night."

"Cool."

"Yea, it is. So how was your detention?"

"Oh, you know," Hermione rolled her eyes trying to think of what to say. "Like any other detention."

"Sounds exciting. Welp, I gotta go. See you tomorrow."

"Yup. Bye."

They hung up and Hermione was stuck sitting on her bed thinking about the dance she had had earlier that day with Harry. If only she could take out all the times she stepped on his foot then it would have been almost perfect.

Even if one was an outsider that person could still tell it was Friday here at Hogwarts High. The students were restless, the teachers were getting crabby waiting for the last bell of the day, Professor Snape yelled more than usual, and Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy had a lot more to say to Hermione than usual. Even the substitute teachers were a little off their rocker. Which is what Hermione, Ron and Harry were busy putting up with at the moment.

Mr. Flitwick was out so they were stuck with Mr. Barron; a pale man with a long, dark beard. Usually the students were ready for any sub that may walk through the door, but not this one. This guy was just plain mad. He's a building substitute for the school and even the teachers were starting to wonder when he would get fired.

"And you know what they did with their prisoners?" His voice was strange, deep and it seemed to have a bit of a croak. "TORTURED THEM!" He slammed his hand on Ron's desk and began to walk back towards the front.

"Oh, god," Ron muttered and Harry and Hermione leaned over his desk to look at the brand new hole Mr. Barron had just put in it.

"They would tie each of their limbs to a horse and PULL THEM APART!" He made a very disturbing noise and Ron flinched. "They would whip them and laugh when their prisoners cried out to God TO KILL THEM!" Mr. Barron went up to Cho who was busy filing her nails and chewing gum. He snatched the emery board away from her and looked at her, nose to nose. "That's not all they did in China. Sometimes, if one did something REALLY bad they were SKINNED ALIVE!" He dropped the emery board back on her desk and Cho suddenly had no desire to use it.

Draco gulped. Mr. Barron walked up to Harry, slammed his head on his desk and got so close their noses nearly touched. "And you know what they did to outsiders?" he asked, loudly.

Harry shook his head.

"BURNED THEM!" He threw up his hands. "If any outsider dare step a toe out of line they were BURNED! BURNED I TELL YOU!" Mr. Barron walked back to the front.

Ron looked at Harry, who looked very scared at this point, and said to him, "Don't worry, this is nothing compared to how he is when he subs in a math class."

Hermione nodded. "This is nothing."

Harry sighed. "I really hope I don't ever get him then."

"BURNED!"

The lunch bell finally rang and the students were more than happy to pack their things and leave. Draco was the first one out. "Hey, I have to run to my locker," said Ron, "I'll meet you guys there."

"Ok."

"He's a lovely teacher," said Harry. "No way can he get worse in any math class."

Hermione nodded. "Oh, yes he can. He gets louder and much uglier to. Hey, I have to run to my locker to. Wanna come?"

"Sure, why not." They made their way in silence and when Hermione opened her locker Harry said, "Mickey Summer? Very nice."

"What?" Hermione looked at the picture she had of the beautiful dancer on her locker door. "Oh, yes. I love her. She's won so many awards and has done a lot for charity."

Harry shrugged. "I don't know much about professional dancers."

"Really?"

"Must I prove myself again?" he joked and Hermione laughed. She began to trade her books. "I would give anything to dance like her," she closed the door and they began walking again.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I watch her on the tellie (sp?) all the time and I think she's wonderful."

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I've been meaning to ask you about this Winter Assembely thing."

"Shoot."

"Well, would you ever dance in it?"

Hermione laughed. "I can't. Ms. Hooch already has the people she wants to dance picked out. It's kind of nice though because all I get to do is sit around and watch and work on homework."

"Can't students sponsor themselves though?" Harry asked.

"They could. They would have to go through Mr. Dumbledore first"-

"Mr. Dumbledore?"

"The principle."

"Oh."

"Why?" They stopped walking and Hermione looked at Harry. "Thinking of showing off your moves?" She shook her hips in a joking matter with a smile on her face.

"Actually, I was…"

"Oh, yea?" They continued to walk. "Hmm. Well, you are defiantly good at what you do."

"Thank you."

"But at the same time I don't know if the school would allow your type of dancing. Then again Mr. Dumbledore is known for not always following the rules. And it's not like you could dance alone. That would just look silly."

"Well I was thinking of having a partner."

"Who?"

"Well…what about…you?"

They stopped walking again and Hermione looked at Harry with an open mouth. "What?" She shook her head. "Harry I couldn't even if I wanted to."

"But you're good."

"Yea, and that's why Ms. Hooch has me as the one measuring Cho's bust size for a dress."

"But with practice"-

"Which takes time. A lot of it."

"Yes, but if you were to"-

"Harry"-

"What if you could dance like Mickey Summer?" he asked her quickly and Hermione went quiet. "What if you could take the quick steps that she is so famous for, and what if you had the chance to learn The Tango like her?"

"First of all I could never be that good, no one is, second, I can't even get ballroom dancing down without falling on my face and third, there isn't enough time! The assembely is three weeks away and…I…just-No!"

Harry sighed and starred at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at her. "No, no, you're right, you're right. It was just a thought. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," and they walked to the others in silence.

"Hey, Harry, Hi, Hermione."

"Hey, Lavender."

"Hey, Harry."

"Yea, Ron?"

"Wanna come over tonight? Mum is making this really big dinner and it never gets finished."

"What's the occasion?" Neville asked.

"George and Fred, it's their birthday next week but dad is going away to some Inventor's Convention," Ginny answered. "Hermione, are you coming? You know how much the twins love having two girls to pick on."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Sounds good," Harry agreed.

"Cool. You can come over right after school. Your aunt and uncle won't mind will they?"

"Trust me, they won't."

Ginny opened her mouth to ask Harry something but just then there was a sudden shouting. The group looked up and noticed someone run down the halls with a plate of nacho cheese. He slid and the cheese spilled all over his head. The hallway laughed and whistled and the guy stood up and raised his hands in victory.

"Idiot," Lavender muttered.

"Never a dull moment at Hogwarts High," Hermione said and took a fry from Ron.

'Cause it's me against the world today, I'm gonna do it my own way

And though nobody understands

"I'm gonna make a one girl stand. It's my independence day, I"-

"Hermione?"

Hermione stopped singing to remove her goggles and looked at Lavender. "Yes?"

"What's wrong?"

"What makes you think anything is wrong?"

"Because you haven't taken any of the notes from earlier today. Professor Snape's going to give another detention."

"I didn't?" Hermione gasped. "Oh, no. Can I borrow yours?"

"Yea, here, I'll finish this up." Lavender sighed. "I hate it when we have science on Friday. This is the worst time to deal with Professor Snape."

"Hmm, hmm." Hermione scribbled down her notes.

"Maybe this is how he gets please sexually."

"Lavender!" Hermione laughed.

"What?" The two girls giggled.

"Don't say it so loud at least. My, gosh!"

Lavender giggled again. "Having fun?"

They looked up. "We were," said Hermione.

"I wasn't talking to you," said Cho and then she looked at Lavender. "I have a question for you."

"And it's about the answers for get it." Lavender closed her notebook.

"Pah-leese!" said Cho, "My group is almost done anyway." Hermione and Lavender looked over to Cho's table. One of the girls lit the burner and the fir shot up.

"Oh, my, god, oh, my god!" she squealed and one of the male cheerleaders turned it off.

Cho rolled her eyes. "Simpletons," she muttered and looked back at Lavender. "So I heard you were performing for the Winter Assembely."

"What's it to you?" Lavender turned on the burner and Hermione set a small plate full metal on top of it then went back to her note taking. "We burn it for four minutes," said Lavender. "Oh, on low, Hermione."

"Sorry."

"It's cool." Hermione turned the flame down and Lavender looked back at Cho. "Why are you still here?"

"I have a question." Cho crossed her arms over her chest and smiled.

Lavender mimicked her. "Well the answer is no."

"You haven't even heard it."

"I'm psychic. I already know I won't care."

Cho ignored her. "The cheerleaders are opening the show," she said.

"No," Lavender said watching the metal burn.

"And we're also doing the half time show and possibly ending it."

"No."

"And I know you're good."

Lavender and Hermione looked up. Did Cho just compliment her, directly?

"And I want you to perform with my team?"

"What?" the two girls gasped.

Cho nodded. "You could help us out a lot."

Their jaws dropped. Was Cho actually admitting to needing someone? And not just someone, Lavender! A friend of Ron's and Hermione's, no one ever wanted help from their group.

"I've seen you practice."

"You have," Lavender gasped. "You actually took time out to come and watch."

Cho nodded. "I heard someone from your class talking. Anyway. The cheerleaders get to have the most fun at this assembely"-she winked- "and we could use you. Not to mention"-

"No," Lavender said quickly.

"Why not? It's a chance of a life time."

"Oh, please," Hermione suddenly spoke up. "You have your team and they're apparently the best, right? What could you possibly need anyone else for?"

"Oh, shut up, Granger, you're just mad because Ms. Hooch has you measuring everyone for their dance clothes!"

That shut Hermione up but Cho chose to go on. "Even if you did have something worked out you still wouldn't perform!"

"Is that what you think?"

"Hermione look out for the burner!" Lavender turned it off quickly.

"That's exactly what I think!"

"Come on, girls, we're a lot more civil than this," Lavender tried.

Hermione pushed in front of Lavender. "Well what if I told you that I did have something to perform?"

"I'd laugh because I know you're lying! You don't have the guts to do so anyway."

Lavender muttered to herself, "Please don't hear them, Snape, please don't hear them."

"You're the biggest klutz I've ever met!"

"Wanna bet!"

"On what?"

Hermione got so close to Cho their lips nearly touched. "On the fact that I have something to perform."

"No, that's far to easy," Cho answered. "Let's bet on the fact that my routine, dance and cheerleading, are better than you're…whatever the hell you're going to. If you're even going to do anything."

"And if it is?" Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and Cho did the same and answered, "If you win I'll give you my Cadillac."

"You will?" Hermione and Lavender said at the same time.

Cho nodded and said again, "But if I win…hmm…what do you have that I could possibly want?" She looked at Hermione up and down. "I know. Remember that ruby choker you wore on picture day in eighth grade."

"Yes."

"You give me that."

"What?"

"Hermione, Cho, come on, this is ridicules. Forget it, Herm."

Hermione didn't hear her friend. "Any routine?" she asked.

Cho nodded. "Any. Any dance, any cheer, any comical thing you may come up with."

Hermione smiled. "Deal." They shook hands.

"Miss Chang are you done yet?" Professor Snape spoke up.

"Almost Professor. Hermione and Lavender were just giving me a few tips. Thanks girls." Cho walked back to her table.

"Hermione, do you know what you're doing?" Lavender asked.

Hermione looked at her. "Of course."

"But, Hermione, you told me you had that choker in your family since your great-great grandmother. What if you loose it to Cho?"

"I won't, Lav, trust me."

"Do you even have a routine planned out?"

"No. But I have a teacher. That should be enough right?"

"In three weeks?"

There was giggling and Hermione and Lavender saw Cho had her fellow cheerleaders laughing and pointing at them. Lavender looked at Hermione who had a clenched jaw. "Trust me, Lav, I will beat her."

"So much at stake here, Hermione."

"For her, yes."

After school Hermione quickly grabbed her things out of her locker, surprising herself by not slamming her finger and rushed to meet Harry and Ron. She checked by their lockers but they were gone. She went by Ron's bus and fond then in the forth window and pounded on it.

Ron lowered the window. "Hermione! What are you doing? I thought you were coming to, come on get on the bus!" Hermione quickly did so and took the seat next to them. She was breathing hard. "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked her.

"…Fine…" she told them. "Is Lavender coming?"

"She'll be by later tonight," Ron answered. "You sure you're ok."

Hermione looked Harry in the eye. "I want to do it."

"Do what?"

"The assembly. Teach me a routine I want to do it."

"The assembly?" Ginny asked. "You're going to dance in front of the whole school."

"Hermione, are you sure you're ok?"

Harry looked back and forth at the other and then finally just looked at Hermione. "What changed your mind?"

"I'll tell you later. Will you teach me?"

Harry nodded and leaned back in his seat. "Alright. I'll teach you."

ok guys i got a request to some how seperate the paragraphs a little to show that the scene changed. i did draw a line while i was writing this and i had to edit the line in once i got this uploaded. if it doesn't work i am sorry i will try something different next time.