After the lights go down

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I want to thank my first reviewer, MissBlonde, for reviewing in less than 2 hours! This in Hermione's POV, not Draco's in the first couple of paragraphs.

Hermione flashed a smile at her longtime crush and arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy. After she'd beat him out for the 'NEXT child star' on TV, he'd had it out for her. She'd harbored a secret hope that he would like her too, but after three months on tour, he had hardly said ten words to her. She had only told her secret to her two best friends, Ron and Harry, and they had conveyed their dismay towards Draco. Now she was at the last stop of their combined tour, and she had had it. She was drawing the line.

"Hermione," called Minnie, her manager, from the room that she and the boys shared backstage, because Mione couldn't be alone for a while without noise. A native Charlotte- Ian, she had grown up with a lot of construction noise and traffic.

"Hermione!" Harry whispered into her ear after she had not been paying attention for the forty-five minutes that Minnie had been making, " Did you just hear? They want you to star in the new release of 'Mama Mia!' on Broadway?"

Her head shot up at the mention of the words 'star in' and 'Broadway'. "What? Me? On Broadway? No way! That's my dream!"

"WHAT? What do you mean, Mione?" shot Ron from his blue plastic chair " Are you considering this? That you'd leave me and Harry and go to the Big Apple and become a star? And… and…" Ron stuttered.

"Fine, Ron! Fine! Just let my childhood dream fly out the window so that you can hold onto Teen idol hood for the next couple years, then disappear and tell our grandkids that we had a good run and made it to a Grammy Awards or a Teen

Choice Awards, and never had a chance for superstardom. Wow! I didn't think you were so shallow, Ronald Weasley. I really didn't." And with that she stomped out of the room.

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Draco Malfoy tore off of the stage, pissed off and confused, towards his dressing room. He stopped. He heard an unusual sound backstage. He heard crying. No, scratch that, he heard sobbing. He turned and saw Hermione sitting in the corner, looking unhappy and disheveled. He walked over to her and simply said, "You okay?" and sat down.

She shook her head and grabbed onto his sweaty wife beader, and continued to cry.

Wait, is this really Hermione? He wondered, and pulled her face up towards his. Yep, definitely Hermione, he thought, and some random thought shot like a bullet through his head, What if I kiss her?

And then the lights turned on in the gross hallway, and they both hopped up from the bean bag they had been sitting on.

A collective gasp came up, and a "She needs Broadway. BAD." Came out of both managers mouths.

A/N: I didn't really know how to end this, so don't be mad!