Title: The Point Of All Emotions
Author: ThePhantomsRedRose
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Phantom of the Opera.
Summary: AU, 7thYear. The war looms in everyone's thoughts. To take their mind away they begin work on a Musical. Strong partnerships are established, but are they strong enough to win the war?
Authors Note: Translations are provided in parentheses/italics. Sorry if the speech is broken.

The Point of Roaming

It was February 14th and Hermione was talking to Ginny in her suite about the Valentines Dance. Ginny and Harry were going to the dance that day. Ginny's dress was a silky white halter. Harry was wearing black pants with a light pink undershirt and white wizarding robes.

Hermione was very disappointed about not going to the dance, but she tried not to let it show to Severus. "Trust me Hermione, I'm sure he will do something great," Ginny would say.

"Why, did he talk to you?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," Ginny said smirking.

"Ginny," Hermione said throwing a pillow at her. Ginny picked up another pillow and whacked her with it. Hermione retaliated and knocked Ginny over. The girls laughed as Hermione continued to hit Ginny with half force.

"Wow, maybe your not very mature Mione," Harry said before dodging a pillow thrown at him by Hermione.

"Just kidding Mione," Harry said as her glare weakened. A large, black owl tapped at the window. Hermione withdrew the note and noticed Severus's feminine scrawl on the envelope. She withdrew a single claw to break the seal on the letter. She began to read the yellowed parchment.

Dear Mia,

Meet me down in the entrance gates in half an hour.

Love,

Severus

Hermione glanced at Ginny, who was suddenly interested in her hands. "Ginny, where am I going?" Hermione whined.

"All I can tell you is to wear a long sleeved blouse and a skirt with some charmed cushioning heals," Ginny said. Hermione rushed about the room collecting her things.

"Get out Harry!" Hermione yelled while beginning to shed her robes.

"No need to tell me twice," Harry teased. "Have a great time," He said, backing out of the portrait.

Hermione quickly changed. She gathered her hair into a braid. She began to leave through her dressing room when she was pulled into her chair. The braid that she had just woven was being pulled apart and twisted on to her head. It formed an up-do with two large ringlets lining her face. A light layer of makeup began applying it's self to match her red blouse and black skirt. Earrings were thrust into her ears and a necklace placed it's self on her neck. Hermione walked down across the lawns and to the gate were she saw Severus. He took her petit hand and with a pop, they were gone.

"Oh Severus," Hermione said with her jaw hanging like a mailbox as she took in the view. She was standing in a square with a large fountain. An accordion was being played in the center of the square and couples were around her everywhere dancing. Severus began to twirl her around as they clapped to the music. Smells of food wafted in the air.

"Welcome to Rome Mia," Severus said, lifting her head to kiss him. "This here is the Trevi Fountain. Make a wish," He said, handing her a muggle coin to toss over her shoulder. The sun glistened on the ancient walkways and felt warm on Hermione's back. I was about sixty degrees. This was quite a change from the icy weather in Scotland.

"Let's explore Muggle Rome by day and Wizard Rome by Night," Severus said as he took her hand and led her off in between buildings. Hermione noticed Severus's muggle attire and began to giggle.

"Have you ever been to Rome?" Hermione asked him.

"No," He replied.

"So you have no idea where we are going?" Hermione asked, continuing to follow him.

"Basically," He replied. "Are you hungry?" He asked.

"A little. Do you have anything in mind?" she asked as he led her into a restaurant called Rosa's. The bricks were yellowed and the awning was worn. A woman wearing white with a rose in her hair greeted them and sat them at their table. Severus ordered the finest wine on the list and began to scan over his menu, deciding on the red lasagna. Hermione decided on the white lasagna.

"So, how did you manage to find us?" The waitress said in an Italian accent. "Not many tourists wander these streets."

"I simply took the path less traveled," Severus responded. "I knew that Hermione here," He said motioning to Hermione, "Would be able to communicate here. She speaks very fluent Italian."

"Realmente? Come lei ha imparato?" The waitress asked. (Really how did you learn?)

"Sono cantante," Hermione replied.(I am a singer)

"Realmente? Lei potrebbe cantare qualcosa per me?" The waitress asked hopefully. (Really? Could you sing something for me?)

"Non questo è il luogo," Hermione replied, blushing. (This is not the place)

"Si, Lei hanno ragione. Il suo cibo sarà qui presto," The waitress agreed as she walked away. (Yes, you are right. Your food will be here soon)

"Gratzi," Hermione said handing her the menus (thank you)

"Gratzi," Severus repeated, trusting Hermione's speech.

When the food came out on worn orange plates it looked amazing and gave a feeling of her grandmothers home cooking. Hermione and Severus both began to twirl the linguini upon their forks before eating it.

When they left the Restaurant, it was dusk. Severus retrieved a piece of parchment from his pocket and through wandless magic, a spider web scrawl began to branch out showing the streets of Rome. They were currently standing on a black street, which the map labeled as muggle. A few blocks away the streets turned a shimmering purple on the map. The purple streets were labeled as the "White Magic" Streets. Further off on the map an acidic green colored web of streets appeared. The Green streets were "Strictly Dark Magic." Severus took her hand and off they strolled in the direction of the purple streets.

On the streets, a man in green wizarding robes was playing an eight-bell trombone. Next to him were Nymphs playing the marimba. Smells wafted through the air like sun on a clear day. Carmel apples were sold on the street costing only a Knut. Floating candles and shimmering fairies illuminated the night air. Centaurs roamed the streets as officers and salespeople.

Flowers were seen everywhere and looked nothing like the muggle flowers or the flowers of the Hogwarts greenhouses. They were bright and vibrant styled along the sides of buildings, in barrels, baskets, and vases. Fauns would distribute flowers and scarves among the masses while the Satyrs would play the panpipe. Hermione and Severus both felt underdressed for the clothing of this event, so they went into a dress store to gather a more appropriate style of dress.

Hermione found a tight bodice dress in a green material. Severus found a pair of silver wizard robes. They trod back upon the street after paying for the garments. They danced in the moonlight of one of the most romantic cities of the world, until they could dance no more.