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"Indeed," Snape drawled. "If you would indeed give my group a brief moment to collect their thoughts, as merlin knows they need it."
Mr. Schue blinked. "Sure," he said carefully, trying not to say anything that would be misconstrued by this person. Again, he wondered what had happened to that happy-sounding person he had spoken to on the phone. He came to the conclusion that this guy must have her field all his calls, because he wouldn't be invited anywhere with his regular attitude.
"Come on," Hermione hissed, poking Draco next to her. "We've got about 5 minutes!"
"Ow!" Draco whined. "What is it with you and touching me, Granger?"
Hermione shook her head. "Let's go, now."
They trooped out into the corridor – something Draco had heard referred to as a hallway, weird – and everyone turned to look at Hermione.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"Hermione, we all know that if there's anyone that can get us out of this mess, it's you." Ron tried to sidle up to Hermione, showing his best puppy-dog eyes, and hopeful expression.
"That's rich, coming from you! All I ever get is this whenever you need something doing! This is singing, Ronald! Something which I do not do!" She quietly screeched, prodding her finger into his side with every word.
"Point taken," he said weakly, raising his hands in surrender, before skulking back to the wall to sit next to Harry, who was looking pleasantly happy.
"What are you smiling like a fool about, Potter?" Draco sneered.
Harry just continued smiling happily.
"Potter?" He asked in confusion.
Harry didn't answer.
"Harry!" Ron bellowed in his ear.
Harry slammed his hands on his ear. He turned to face Ron, "What the bloody hell did you do that for,?" He bellowed back.
Ron fell back in surprise, while Pansy and Blaise hooted with laughter.
"Harry, we were trying to talk to you, and you were just gazing off into space," Hermione explained.
"Sorry." Harry flushed guiltily. "I was thinking about that blonde girl, Brittany. You know, the one with the really long legs, and short skirt," he ended with a sigh.
Ron whapped him upside the head. "Now's not the time to think of that, Harry. We're expected to go put on a performance for these Muggles, and none of us even know any Muggle songs!"
Hermione sniffed daintily.
"Is there something you're not telling us, Granger?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Well, no one ever asked if I knew any Muggle songs, and since, well, I do come from a Muggle background, I do tend to listen to Muggle music, I just never really did anything else with it."
"Go on," Draco urged. "Do you have any ideas?"
"There was this one, by Queen, which was actually really popular, and is about magic," she said slowly.
"Why would the Queen be singing?" Blaise asked in confusion.
"Not the Queen, moron, it's a band called Queen." Pansy sniffed daintily, and then her eyes widened in shock when she realized what she had inadvertently revealed.
"And how do you know that?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"I used my brains, Weasley," she spat, and tried to avoid the curious gaze the others were sending her. "Anyone else got a problem?" She asked dangerously. Everyone looked away quickly, and pretended to be deeply involved with looking at the ceiling.
Draco sighed and pinched his nose, trying to soothe his temper. "Granger, you were saying something about a song," he prompted.
"Right!" Hermione smiled. She pulled out 5 sheets of parchment from her bag and tapped them each three times, while everyone watched in fascination – aside from Draco, who obviously knew how to do this – and watched writing begin to form on the parchment. When the sheet was full, she handed them to each person, along with little notes on the side, noting where each person would be singing.
"Um, Hermione?" Ron put his hand up weakly.
"Yes, Ronald?" She snapped.
"I can't sing," he whimpered.
"Not too much difference to anything else then," Pansy muttered to Blaise.
Hermione shot them a quick glare. "Of course you can sing," she said soothingly.
"No, I mean, I sound like a frog," he whispered. "That's why Mum always told me not to sing during Christmas carols," he finished miserably.
"You told me it was because you had a cold!" Harry said indignantly.
"Well, didn't you think it was a bit suspicious that I got a cold every single time around that time of year?" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Hey!" Harry said indignantly. "What am I, your girlfriend? Why should I remember that!"
"Oy!" Draco shouted. "We've got two minutes left to learn this, you prats! Start reading your parts!"
"Ron, just mouth along, ok?" Hermione told him.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "And no, you have to sing, Harry." She said quickly, anticipating the next question.
"Are you their friend, or mother?" Draco muttered to her.
"A little bit of both, unfortunately," she smirked quickly. "Alright, everyone finished reading and memorizing?"
The group nodded silently. "Alright, let's go!"
They trooped back into the choir room, where the other students were waiting.
The teacher known as Mr. Schue stood up. "You guys ready?" He asked concernedly, noting their pale expressions.
"As well as I'll ever be," Ron muttered, looking green.
Mr. Schue frowned, "Sorry?"
"Yes," Ron said brightly, smiling wide.
Draco shook his head in revulsion, sending silent messages of thanks to Merlin that he never looked that idiotic while being a bit red. And besides, he blushed once in a blue moon, and he had received compliments each time, whereas Weasley just looked like he'd been vomited on.
The Hogwarts students made their way onto the makeshift stage, and Hermione looked nervously at Snape, who had a murderous glint in his eye.
They all took their positions, and signaled the teacher to start the music.
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