Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter just my plot for this fanfic.

Dislcaimer: also on the Moulin Rouge part too I don't own that either.

I just want to clear this out, someone is posing as Draco in front of Hermione, so let us all beware and learn the difference between the two.

"Tonight and the Rest of My Life" by Nina Gordon.
NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.

Ch9- Moulin Rouge

"Now why would they name the masquerade that?" Ron complained more than anything else.

"Sorry Ron," Harry piped it. "Moulin Rouge is a muggle movie a very good one at that-"

"Hold it; did you just say it was good?" Hermione asked astonished.

"Yea. Why?"

"I'm sorry it is just the guys I know who say that it was good well they are all gay." She stated.

Ron looked at Harry eyebrow raised.

"I'm not….why do I even bother…" Harry sighed.

"What's it about?"

"A guy who false in love with a prostitute in a very retro version of 1800's France." (N/A: I know it isn't accurate, but I haven't seen it in forever so sorry.)

This all started when it was left to the students to decide what the theme of the masquerade was to be. Hermione had attended for the heck of it and when Gena Clearty got up and volunteered Moulin Rouge all the muggles couldn't resist and when given a cut version everyone else agreed. Ron was just too thickheaded to understand. And yet here Harry was trying to explain to Ron and Hermione couldn't help but get annoyed and silently ditched them to go practice.

She snuck into her private singing room or as she so affectionately called it 'The blubber room' because she sang and messed up too many times it just became hysterical to her.

"Password, deary."

"You must sell yourself before your voice." It swung open.

She had made good friends with the old lady in the portrait. "By the way, Bettie I've decided to change the password."

"To?"

"I am beautiful."

"Love it and it is done. See you in a while then."

She stepped into her cozy little room and the portal swung closed. She directly went to her piano and began to write her music then her lyrics.

AFTER HOURS OF INSPIRATION

She looked at the finished product and smiled, now this was something she needed. It was a gorgeous happy song something she needed in her day. Placing the papers where she desired and resting her fingers on the keys of her piano she began to play.

"Down to the earth I fell with dripping wings
heavy things won't fly
and the sky might catch on fire
and burn the axis of the world that's why
I prefer a sunless sky
to the glittering and stinging in my eyes

I feel so light
this is all I want to feel tonight
I feel so light
tonight and the rest of my life
tonight and the rest of my life

Gleaming in the dark sea I'm as light as air
floating there breathlessly
when the dream dissolves I open
up my eyes I realize that
everything is shore less sea
a weightlessness is passing over me

I feel so light
this is all I want to feel tonight
I feel so light
tonight and the rest of my life
tonight and the rest of my life

Everything is waves and stars
the universe is resting in my arms

I feel so light
this is all I want to feel tonight
I feel so light
tonight and the rest of my life

I feel so light
this is all I want to feel tonight
I feel so light
tonight and the rest of my life
tonight and the rest of my life"

She was smiling so hard her jaw began to hurt. For that moment everything was gone as it usually was when she sang, but this was different. A sense of peace and serenity one that she knew she couldn't replace and didn't want to leave.

"Now on to other more important things, I need to write twenty new songs and one with a theme….gah! This is going to take forever to put together."

She went on to work though and after two songs were finished she decided to leave it as it was and get going. Her life revolved around music and she thought it best to get a break from it all. She left quickly and went to find Harry's broom. Lucky for her girls are aloud into the boys dormitories in the tower and she couldn't help but snicker. He would be mad at her, but Hermione didn't give a twit.

She breathed in and out she hated heights, but it was the only way she could get away. She mounted the broom outside, of course, and took off into the sky with a scream.

Now that wasn't smart someone is going to find out you are up here now shut your trap.

She mentally scolded herself and before she knew it she was comfy and loving the air against her face. She missed her hair, but what the producer's want they get as is per usual. (N/A: hope that answers your question Inner Self) She missed her baggy clothes, her face without make up, her life with no interruptions, and missed being normal.

She landed softly on perfect green grass and looked around at all of the stones with loving words scrawled over them. She walked past many of them reading the names of all the dead as she went by, but she was looking for only one. Up the hill and over to the left just a little under a great big oak tree and there was the marble headstone she was looking for. She walked over, set the broom down, and knelt by the stone hugging it and kissed the top of it. She moved back to read the stone.

Marcus Stone Granger

(1995-2001)

Our Little Angel from Heaven

"I miss you…little brother."

-I rushed this one because the other chapter was short so here is the next one earlier than usual. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.