Hello Hello! Here's the next chapter. I didn't exactly drink a whole guzzle load of Mt. Dew when I wrote this... unless you count half a bottle of Livewire Dew almost 2 hours ago... but I did eat peanut butter cups.. I ate them with the last chapter too so I think those can substitute for the moment. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Have fun reading, I had fun writing!

Disclaimer: WTF! I think i'll need bodygaurds soon. Someone sent the FBI after me. I'll tell you one more time... I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! Slower? I- -d-o-n-'-t- -o-w-n- -h-a-r-r-y- -p-o-t-t-e-r-!

For all those who have cried because I am better then them. Or at least they think so...

and for the boy of my dreams who appears to refuse to call.

They Have a Band?

All of Howarts was gathered in the Great Hall. The tables had been removed and a stage was positioned where the staff table normally was. The lights were dimmed making the only sorce of light 2 small cadles on the edges of the stage. The students were wispering.

"Where's Harry? He said he wasn't going to miss this!" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione looked slightly put out too.

"Where's Ron? He said the same thing."

"So did Draco." Said a voice from behind Hermione causeing her to jump into Ginny's arms. It was Pansy Parkinson. "What? I'm not that bad."

"No but your face is! I's bloody terrible! How many mirrors have you cracked this year?" Hermione skreeched.

Pansy looked on the verge of tears. (A/N: Shocking? I know! But hey, this is my story!) "I've only broken 13 this year! You don't have to be so mean!" And even more shocking, she did cry! She sobbed so bad Hermione felt sorry for her and decided to apoligize.

Suddenly, the candles went out and several strobe lights hanging from the cieling turned on. A spot light was turned to the middle of the stage. Several people walked onstage. Instruments appeared on stage. A drum had the words 'Boxer Boyz' in big, scraggily, blue letters. The people on stage were dressed in very punk outfits. Only when they had a trooped on stage and held there heads up did anyone notice who they were. Ron had stationed himself to the right of the microphone. He had an electric guitar in his hands. He was also sporty very heavy eyeliner. Draco had stationed himself at the drums. His usually slicked back hair appeared to have been washed and was now in a shaggy form like he had been head banging... only not so... messed up. Crabbe and Goyle were stanging close to the drums. Crabbe was playing the keyboard while Goyle was playing the accordian. Dean was on the chelo. Semeas was playing a harp. Harry stepped up to the mic and cleared his throat. He also sported an electric guitar. Every single one of them hand boxers on over there clothes in some way.

"Hi everyone. Er- we're the Boxer Boys as you can tell and uh, we're here to perform for you. I am head of the band and lead singer/back up guitar. Ron here is lead guitar and the rest you can kind guess. Well, here goes nothing. Ready boys?" They nodded. Draco tapped his drum sticks together 3 times and the band began to play.

The crowd around the stage was slowly beginning to like the music. By the time the third song had come around, people were cheering and head banging and just down right having a great time. Finally, around 11 pm, the last song ended. Harry smiled out at the crowd now throwing roses at his feet.

"WE LOVE YOU HARRY!" A group of girls screamed. Ginny climbed on stage and glared at them. The quickly changed there cheers for Harry to Ron, then to Draco, (and as Hermione and Pansy had become very Ginny like,) then to Goyle, Crabbe, Dean, and Seamus.

"You were awesome Harry! You do know you'll need a manager." Ginny said.

"Ginny you can't be my manager. It's not good for the lead singer to sleep with his boss." Ron slid up behind Harry.

"You're sleeping with my sister?" He said in a dangerously calm voice. Harry gulped.

"Of course not." Ron looked at him a moment.

"Ok, works for me!" He smiled and turned back hoping to make out with Hermione.

"Oi, SEE! I almost got killed for sleeping with you!" Harry stopped talking when he saw Ginny's look.

"You haven't slept with me! Are you cheating on me!" Harry shook his head.

"No of course not!" Ginny stared at him and smiled.

"Ok then! Great job Harry Honey!" She kissed him. When they broke apart and she hugged him, Harry let out a breath and motioned for his whore to leave. He noticed how much she looked like Ginny and realized that's why he thought it was her.

Alrighty then. For the sake of some of your hearts, I shall not say the R word. But what is the R word you ask? Well, um... wispers review! REVIEW! I shall be forced to taunt you agian if you don't! Love to my reviewers and if you readers want love, review!

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