I'm back! This one's a bit longer than the previous one but it's almost to the end *sniff*
I own nothing except the storyline, inspired by both Step Up and Honey.
Carry on...
Chapter 3: Working Together
"What're you doing here?" asked Hermione.
"What're you doing here?" Harry asked back.
"Well . . . um . . . I. . ."
"Save it, Hermione," said Harry "I know you're dancing ballet already."
"Well, what are you doing here?" said Hermione "The Room wouldn't have opened for you unless you said the exact same words." Harry was embarrassed. Secrets being revealed, the two remained silent.
"Look, I'm sorry," Harry apologized a bit later. "but if we're the only Gryffindors joining, we have to work together."
"I guess so," Hermione agreed. "What will we dance? And when will we start practicing?"
"We start practicing now," Harry declared.
"Ooh, good!" said Hermione clapping her hands together like an excited child. "What piece will we be doing? Swan Lake or Nutcracker or – "
"We're not dancing ballet." said Harry firmly "I'm not doing any of that twirly, tiptoey stuff."
"It's called a pirouette," Hermione informed him snappishly "and if we're not doing twirly, tiptoey stuff, what are we going to dance?"
"We're dancing hip-hop." Harry answered simply.
"We are so not dancing hip-hop!" protested Hermione.
"Oh, yes we are!"
"Oh, no we aren't!"
"Yes we are!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Nope!"
"We will!"
"Not gonna happen!" Hermione replied stubbornly, crossing her arms.
"Fine!" Harry finished. They glared at each other for a while before finally cooling down.
"One," Hermione began.
"Two," Harry continued.
"Three! I'm sorry!" they said together.
"If we can't agree on what to dance, how are we supposed to dance?" Hermione worried aloud.
"Hmm. . ." Harry thought for a while "Why not mix the dance?"
"What?" Hermione said "You teach me hip-hop? Nope, nada, no way, never, not gonna happen in a million years."
"Hermione," Harry said, pleading. "I'm actually sacrificing my sanity for Wand Dance."
Hermione thought deeply. "Oh all right," she finally said "let's start."
Night after night they would go to the Room of Requirement for Harry to teach Hermione hip-hop and vice versa. Still, they haven't found a remedy to their problem.
A week later, Harry figured it out.
"I finally found a solution," Harry said one night.
"How?"
"We're doing jazz." Harry said in finality.
"What the heck's jazz?" Hermione asked quite irritably.
"Just what we've been looking for. An infusion of hip-hop and ballet." Harry answered putting a disc in the player. Hermione listened intently to the music. Harry was right, it did sound a bit ballet and a bit hip-hop. "I've got to teach it to you if we're still entering
In three nights, Hermione finally learned the dance. Harry was very pleased.
"Now that you know it, we'll remix a bit more hip-hop with the jazz." Harry said. He took out the two CDs along with his wand, thinking of the spell that would put them right. "Um . . . Hermione, you know the spell to this, do you?"
She laughed. "Of course, I do."
After their CD was fixed, Harry played it so that they could lay out their dance.
"The dancing is about to begin." He smiled.
The pair got into dancing so much that they would practice their footwork under the table in the Great Hall. As the date grew closer and closer, they got better and better.
On the morning of the last day of September, Hermione got up energetically, even after an extra two hours practice from last night. She hummed the music in the shower and swayed her head to the melody, fully confident of the audition about to take place in the afternoon.
Unfortunately, all the confidence wore off in time for the audition.
"Oh, Harry, I don't think I can do it." Hermione moaned, wringing her hands and pacing around the corridor. They were in front of the line waiting for the latest participants to come out. There were very few Gryffindors and Slytherins auditioning. Malfoy was one of them.
"So, I was right, Potter, wasn't I?" he said. "You were training for the ballet."
"Bugger off, Malfoy," Harry snapped.
"Ooh, somebody got up from the wrong side of bed this morning," he replied. Then he turned to Hermione. "I see the Mudblood's with you."What're you gonna do? Show off some dances as filthy as her blood?"
"Say that again and your precious blood will be stripped from you." He said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched tightly. If looks could kill, Malfoy could've dug his own grave. They glared at each other for a long time.
"Next," Professor Flitwick called. Hermione pulled Harry, but he wasn't taking his eyes off Malfoy.
"Well, surprise, surprise," said Professor Dumbledore as they entered the room. He was among the panel of judges along with the Heads of House. "I didn't know you dance, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger." Neither did we, Harry thought.
"I believe we must get on," Professor McGonagall urged. "I predict you'll be doing a Muggle dance?"
"Yes, Professor," Harry replied. "We'll be doing a remix of jazz and hip-hop." He could see that they couldn't understand.
"Very well, you may begin." Harry played the CD and the pair stole the dancefloor.
They executed the steps so perfectly and smoothly that everyone was enjoying. Even Professor Snape was tapping his shoes.
After the presentation, all but Snape clapped vigorously.
"Bravo! Bravo!" cheered Professor Flitwick, giving them a standing ovation on his seat.
"I'm speechless," said Professor Dumbledore. "Simply blown away. All I've got say is that, so far, you've got the best moves.
A week later, the list of the top twelve finalists were listed on every notice board, ranked highest to lowest. Three groups from each House were chosen for the final eliminations and in the end, one per House will compete against each other to see who'll be setting off to Italy in summer.
"We got in! We got in!" Hermione squealed seeing her and Harry's names on the list.
"That's not all," Harry said. "We're on the top spot and Malfoy barely made it."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you joined." said an outraged Ron, staring at the list.
"That makes two of us." added Ginny, her arms folded on her chest. She, too, made it to the final eliminations.
"So it was you making noise at night!" Dean said, finally figuring it out.
"Uh-huh," Harry confessed.
"Well, whatever happens we're with you, mate!" Neville encouraged, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder. All of them aroused with cheer. Ginny, feeling left out, slumped on the chair farthest from them.
"What am I, chopped liver?" she muttered to herself.
Haha! I am so evil with Ginny here...Hope you like it I'll update super soon..
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