Magic Microphone and Wolf Whistles

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to J.K (sniffs). Only the plot is mine.

A/N: I am utterly sorry for breaking the promise I made. I have been grieving for Doc. He was kinda like a third granddad but younger and actually focusing in school shock horror. Please forgive me? I'm going to do a couple of short chapters for a while – I was loosing hope on this story and was going to finish it…but I got a cool idea and had to get myself to a computer and rewrite the course of this story…I write this fic and if it gets mocked or otherwise I'll go down with this fic(kinda like a ship - in other words it means I'll stick with it through thick and thin)! Hope you'll like the new chapter! For once I'm not going to say read on dudes…

--This one is dedicated to Doc--

Everyday I try to play another game

But my heart can't take it

I try to find another boy

Okay, Hermione, chill! It's just a dance! Yeah, but I have to choose between Harry and Draco, I can't keep stringing them along. But who? Who do I want to be with? Who do I need to be with most?

Hermione was so nervous as she dressed for the disco. She pulled up her skirt, it fitted like a glove but it was really sort and only barley reached below her arse!

I can't wear this, what would my mother say? Gran would faint! It's teeny – why I let Gin persuade me to buy it…I know…I'll improvise!

Hermione magically cut off the end of her black school tights. She did a quick 'Reparo' to see if they would fix again. She recast the spell and put them on under her skirt or as she now called it, her 'belt'! Footless tights!

What hairstyle? I really should have thought this through more – instead of leaving it until ten minutes before the disco to get ready – it's almost as bad as the Yule Ball!

But all the while I can't face it

Why do I miss you so much?

She finally decided on leaving her hair down but twisting two strands back and clipped them in place. She put on a diamond necklace. It was on a silver chain and was in the shape of a tear drop. It had been her grandmothers. She put on her favourite silver earrings, a pair she invested in before Greece. They were heart shaped, medium size – Stuff by Hilary Duff.

There! As good as I'll ever look in ten minutes!

"Hermione? Will you come down please? I can't remember the password"

Why didn't I tell Harry the password? I told Draco first day we changed it!!

"Coming Harry" Hermione wandered out of her room.

"Blaise? Are you there?" A couple of bangs and smashes later there was a muffled reply.

"Sorry? I didn't catch that?"

"I'm here 'Mione! Go! Have fun! See you later"

"Your gonna be late you know"

I wanna stop to turn inside

oh baby please

give us one more try

"Ya? So are you and you're making Harry late aswell!"

"Bye"

"Bye" Hermione, made her way towards the door, shaking slightly. She rested her hand on the handle. It was shaking! Hermione slowly turned the handle then opened the door.

"Hiya Harry"

Harry looked up at Hermione and his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened and he gaped at her!

Merlin! Hermione…whoa…I mean the Yule Ball was…but now your like…I mean…whoa!

"Harry can you please close your mouth? Thanks!"

Harry blushed furiously. Hermione was wearing her 'belt' which was basically a black rah-rah skirt, a black top which was cut down the middle and was held in place by a buckle but Hermione had cast a temporary gluing spell on it for tonight. She was wearing knee-high black boots that had white and silver stars.

See you out with all your friends

Laughing it up as you pretend

to have a good time, I know cause I'm living the same life

Her hair in all its wild curls looked amazing, her make up perfect and the necklace and earrings finished off the look – her attention to detail was scarily in tune with the outfit! After what seemed like an age he took a breath.

"'Mione, you look…"

"What? Is it okay? Is the skirt to short? The top too open?"

Before she could blink Hermione was being twirled around by Harry. He stopped twirling her and she fell into his arms laughing.

"Do I look okay?"

Harry looked down at Hermione and could feel her breath. Hermione looked into his eyes. They were so close. So so close…too close! Hermione unwrapped herself from his arms and dragged him to the Great Hall.

When they walked in the music continued playing but everyone stared at them – even the Dj – who they had gotten from the muggle studies club Professor Vector is a member of. All eyes went from Harry to Hermione. Wolf whistles were directed at Hermione.

I'm about to got to say

we can't keep living this same way

so I'll be the one

yeah I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it again

She looked to the floor, blushing furiously. She looked up and saw a pair of silver eyes looking at her. She made her way towards them.

"'Scuse me"

"Sorry"

"10 points from Slytherin for unruly behaviour"

Eventually she reached Draco.

"Hey 'Mione"

"Draco, we need to start the disco"

"Why can't Blaise do it? He's Head Boy!"

"He is late…actually I think he is sick and since your like his number two I figured you can do it!"

"Oh…oh yeah…let's go"

They walked up on to the podium to more wolf whistles for Hermione. She looked at Draco as she felt him stiffen. He was glaring at the wolf whistlers. Hermione as smart as she was didn't pick this up as jealousy instead thought he was doing his Prefect duties.

Baby come back to me

in my heart I still believe

we were meant to be

together so whatever it takes

"Well Done Draco!"

"Huh?"

"I was wondering when you were going to learn to use your prefect abilities!"

Geez, she's a tool! She doesn't realise that they're whistling at HER!

McGonagall handed Hermione a magical microphone.

"Hello! We hope you have a great time…have fun! Dance, eat and drink. The disco is over at midnight!"

Everybody clapped and Hermione handed the microphone back to McGonagall. She followed Draco to the edge of the podium and hopped down after him.

"Draco – do you want the dance now?"

Draco looked into her eyes his grey eyes slowly transforming to silver, like the ones she had been drawn to when she first arrived.

"No, I'll wait 'till later. By the way Hermione…you look like…a prostitute!"

"WHAT?"

"Joke, joke"

Baby come back to me

I should've never set you free

love maybe

come back

"I didn't find it very funny"

"You look beautiful"

He gave her a sexy smile, not a smirk, and got swallowed up in the crowd. Hermione felt her heart skip a beat as she remebered the smile. Harry tapped her on the shoulder and led her into the centre of the dance floor which was already packed and they started dancing to some muggle, Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend.

A/N: The song is Come back to me – Vanessa Hudgens. Please review if this tickled your pickle or floated your boat! If it didn't, review anyway! Sorry it took so long coming! Another chapter will be up before the weekend…I hope! Thanks to my reviewers. You guys all rock – t.MacD, MikayGirl, Monica Woodfairy, likewise4me and ilovestrawberries!

Love,

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FireboltPheonix…

-- MwAH --