I'm back! This chapter is quite a bit shorter than the previous one but still I hope you guys love it.

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Onward with the story!


Chapter 2: Denial

Harry immediately found his dreams haunted by images of himself dancing onstage while the audience gave him a standing ovation, clapping in time with his music. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he would see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson jeering at him.

This was also the first year he had decided to bring his entire CD collection. He also happened to have brought some Muggle clothing and even "borrowed" Dudley's portable player. Were those a sign? Of course he would absolutely love to dance. But in front of the Slytherins? Doing that, he would hurt his dignity (and pride0 so much that he might never face Malfoy again.

"Well somebody has to do it." He muttered to himself. From that night on, he would go down the common room at midnight and practice

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"Some Gryffindor's taking that Wand Dance thing too seriously," said Seamus the next day. "How can we sleep with that noise blaring in our ears?"

"Actually, it sounded like Muggle music," said Dean "Probably some Muggle-born or half-blood in the lower year."

"Or the higher year," added Neville.

"Or someone in our year who's been quiet all morning." said Ron. All of them stared pointedly at Harry.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Come on mate! Admit it!" urged Ron.

"Admit what?"

"That you're trying out for Wand Dance."

"Me? Dance?" Harry sputtered. "No way. The way I dance would be similar to a walking duck." They all laughed. I have to find a place somewhere else, he thought.

That night, he took out his Invisibility Cloak and went to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. I need a place to practice dancing . . . he thought over and over. On the third time, he opened his eyes and saw a door appear on the once-empty wall. The Room of Requirement. It was a room fit for dancing. There were sockets here and there, a fridge with water and energy drinks, a mat for doing stunts and a decent shower. The room became Harry's midnight hideout.

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Hermione on the other hand would wake up just to listen to the music.

Oh, great, she thought when one night she heard nothing. Now I'm the only Gryffindor trying out . . . Will I? She added, catching what she was saying. Well it won't hurt to try . . . would it?

Every night since then, she would nip down the common room when her roommates were fast asleep. She would cast a perfect Disillusionment Charm on herself and head off to the Tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy to give the most obvious request: I need a place to practice dancing.

Every night, Harry and Hermione went past each other without even noticing. This was proof of the Cloak's immense power and the Charm's utter perfection. In the middle of the night they would sneak back to their dormitories and wake up as if nothing at all happened.

But Hermione started to have problems waking up.

"Hermione, would you please wake up?" Lavender begged, shaking her friend awake. "Breakfast's almost over."

"Just a few more minutes," she would reply groggily as she rolled over.

Lavender had just one more weapon. If this won't work, nothing else will "I hate to break it to you, but McGonagall's coming up now. Parvati called her to wake you up."

"What? Where?" Hermione sat bolt upright on her bed.

"I finally got you!" Lavender said, pulling her hand and nearly dragging her into the showers. "If you're not out in fifteen minutes, I'm coming in!" she warned. She slammed the door shut.

To prevent awkward situations like this, Hermione decided to go early to the Room of Requirement.

That night, about five minutes before midnight, she went down to the Room. She decided to pump up the volume to get a little bit more into her dancing.

Little did she know, Harry was already at the door when Hermione was just five minutes into her dance. Neither knew they'll see the other.

As Harry went inside, he didn't completely see who was in his studio, but he could clearly hear what music was playing. Ballet? He thought. Who the hell's playing ballet in my studio? Harry inched towards the dance floor, finally seeing someone in black tights, silver ballet shoes and brown, curly hair pulled into a bun.

"Hermione?"


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