Stick to the Status Quo
Disclaimer: the Harry Potter characters are not mine!
Hermione Granger ran onto the stage, smile plastered onto her perfectly shaped and make-upped face, and raised her perfectly manicured hand and flagged it. " Hey, Charlotte, how are ya'll doin'?" she got a roar of applause. "Alright, now I wanna warm this up with a personal fave, which is coming up on my newest C.D." and the band started to play, and the classic song, Five Hundred Miles, blared out of the speakers. "But here's the catch. I'm gonna dance instead of sing, and you need to follow along, cuz it's fun!"
Draco Malfoy ran his fingers thru his already bleached hair, thinking about his arch nemesis in a way that wasn't good. You have known her since you were five, he yelled in his mind. She beat you out for several T.V. appearances and is a bitch. Come on, Dee, you can have anyone, why her? This is the argument that had gone back and
"Draco, your going on in a minute! Get ready to tell those arses sayonara! Last stop on this stupid tour, hell yeah!" said Draco's drummer, Blaise Zabini, into his earpiece. " Then they go back to recording, and we become world famous!""Drakey! Aren't you excited? No more tour after tonite! Ehh!" squealed Pansy Parkinson, his backup singer yelled from across the room.
No, he thought, I'm not happy, not at all. " Uh-huh. You betcha." He muttered as Hermione walked off the stage, and flashed him a 'good LUCK!' smile. Then Ron Weasley, her guitarist, put an arm around her and Harry Potter, her drummer, barred his pearly whites at him, warning him to back off.
"Lets get going, Draco." Yelled Sevvie, his manager, and Draco ran on the stage.
A/N: umm.. well… tell me if you don't like it. But I thought that it was a good idea…