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Professor Snape stared blankly at the man who had just introduced himself as Will Schuester. "Excuse me?" He drawled carefully.

"You guys are here from Rawstorne Interstate right?" He said worriedly.

Hermione gave a high-pitched squeak, and squeezed Ron's hands tightly.

"Indeed we are," drawled Snape. "Here are the students." He gestured lazily over the six Hogwart's students. "Where would you like them?"

"Well, in the choir room is fine!" He spoke cheerfully. "My guys are already in there practicing, so you're welcome to warm-up in there as well if you'd like!"

"Warm up what, precisely?" Asked Snape carefully.

Mr. Schuester laughed nervously, "Well, you don't have to warm up if you like. We can get right down to the performance if you'd like."

"Perform?" Whispered Draco frantically.

"Shush!" Hermione hissed, elbowing him in the side, trying to listen to the teacher' conversation.

"I would, indeed," Snape said dryly.

"So, um, would you like to perform first, or would you like to see our performance?" Mr. Schuester laughed nervously, trying to dissipate the awkwardness.

"Oh, we'd love to see your performance first!" Hermione said brightly.

Snape shot her an icy look. "As my impetus, too head-strong student has just voiced her unwanted, and unnecessary opinion, you and your students," he sneered, "Are most welcome to go first."

They finally reached what Draco thought must be the choir room. Instead of having all the traditional instruments that Hogwarts had, these were obviously Muggle. There was a set of what looked like circles with paper over the top, which a freakishly-tall boy was hitting. It sounded horrendous. There were all other strange objects like that also, and some not sounding as bad as the others, but still sounding pretty awful.

There was a group of students also sitting in the room, chatting loudly with each other about the most random subjects. There were two girls sitting together in the far corner wearing skimpy outfits that Draco identified to be that of the typical cheerleader uniform chatting about a diary.

"I'm almost positive he's reading my diary Santana, otherwise, how would he have known that I don't like that shirt my Grandma got me for last Christmas and shredded it?"

The girl called Santana tossed her head, "Because you left it in plain sight, in his bed where he sharpens his claws daily and left string on it so he'd pluck it!"

"Oh," said Brittany slowly. "So, you're telling me he can't read?"

Draco shook his head. Where all Muggle girls like these? He noticed a boy and girl chatting in another corner. She was quite pretty with long, blond hair, although having a slightly rotund stomach, that looked suspiciously like she was pregnant. The boy had a weird strip of hair right in the middle of his head that looked as though he'd just forgotten to shave it. Draco stroked his hand over his blond locks inconspicuously, taking comfort in his beautiful hair.

"Look, you're going to have to stop super-sizing. I don't dig on fat chicks!" The boy said smugly.

"I'm pregnant!" She said angrily.

"And that's my fault?"

There was also a girl dressed in mostly black, sporting a lot of chains, talking to a boy in a wheelchair.

"So, you're saying that Kiss is the best group of all time?" She said skeptically.

"And you're saying Lady Gaga is the best singer of all time?"

"She clearly is!" She protested.

Draco shook his head again. What on earth had he got himself into?

While the Hogwarts student were busy gazing around the room, the McKinley students had soon realized that they had visitors and were slowly stopping their conversations.

"Ahem," Mr. Schuester coughed.

Those left talking stopped slowly and turned to look at him.

"Alright guys, due to some influence from one of your own club members," he shot Rachel a glance at this point, while she smiled smugly. "We decided to have another invitational so that we could all practice, and hopefully meet some new people! So, please let me introduce the students from Rawstorne Interstate!" He stepped aside while everyone clapped, and the girl with brown hair who had put pressure on him clapped the loudest and smiled most brightly.

"Um, Mr. Schuester," Brittany said hesitantly.

"Yes, Brittany?" Mr. Schuester sighed quietly.

"Why are they all wearing black cloaks? Do they live in the North Pole like the elves?"

Draco shot Hermione a look and nudged her in the arm. "What on earth is wrong with that Muggle girl?" He hissed in her ear quietly.

"Shut up," she spoke through gritted teeth, "Just because someone is not necessarily as intelligent as oneself does not mean one has to mock them!" She elbowed him back to be on the safe side.

"Oof!"