A few days later...

Diana cleared her throat and started to sing again. "Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town... and all that jazz - crap, my voice cracked again!"

"Honey, you sounded fine!" Cedric said honestly.

Nonetheless, she fell face-down onto the common room couch and buried her head in the couch cushion. Diana's muffled voice said, "I'm never going to get the part, why

do I even bother...?"

Cedric sat down next to her and said, "Stop moping around - you think Catherine Zeta-Jones got to play Velma Kelly by freaking out over nothing?"

Diana turned over and narrowed her eyes. "Ced, I'm not freaking out over nothing here. Auditions are in 5 days and my voice is still cracking!"

"I'm just trying to help - don't look at me in that tone of voice."

She tried to keep the angry look, but she started laughing in spite of herself. "You're a silly one..." she whispered. Then Diana grinned. "I think your new nickname's Funny Honey."

Diana smiled softly and sang, looking into his eyes,

"Sometimes I'm right,

Sometimes I'm wrong,

But you never care,

You'll string along...

I love you so,

You funny honey of mine...

Sometimes I'm down,

Sometimes I'm up,

But you'll follow 'round

Like some droopy-eyed pup,

I love you so,

You funny honey of mine..."

She laughed a little. "I don't think I remember the rest of the words."

Cedric, as he leaned in to kiss her, murmured, "That's okay. You're my funny honey too."

---------------------------------------------------

Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring into the fireplace. It was impossible to get to sleep these days. Ron was being a pain, Harry was preoccupied with Quidditch tryouts, and the twins were busy with their prank ideas. It was now midnight and she didn't care.

"Mione? What are you doing up?"

Hermione turned around - Ginny. "Nothing... just thinking."

"Same here." Ginny laughed a little. "Harry's more in love with Quidditch then me, I think."

"Here, sit down." Ginny wound up sitting down next to her. Neither of them said anything for a second.

Then, Ginny said, "Whole world's going downhill, if you ask me."

"Tell me about it," Hermione muttered. She smirked and began to sing.

"Whatever happened to fair dealings

And pure ethics and nice manners?

Why is it everyone now is a pain in the ass?

Whatever happened to class?"

Ginny smiled. "Class..." she whispered. Then, she sang, "Whatever happened to 'Please, may I?'

and 'Yes, thank you,'

And 'How charming'?

Now every son of a bitch is a snake in the grass...

Whatever happened to class?"

Hermione, thinking back, laughed, "Class."

They both sang,

"Oh, there ain't no gentlemen to open up the doors,

There ain't no ladies now, there's only pigs and whores,

And even kids'll knock you down so's they can pass -

Nobody's got no class!"

Hermione sang, "Whatever happened to good values?"

Ginny sang, "And fine morals?"

"And good breeding?"

"Now, no one even says 'Oops'

When they're passing their gas!"

They both sang,

"Whatever happened to class?

Class...

Oh, there ain't no gentlemen who's fit for any use,

And any girl will touch your privates for a deuce,

And even kids will kick your shins and give you sass,

Nobody's got no class!"

Hermione shook her head sadly and sang, "All you read about today is rape and theft!"

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Jesus Christ! Ain't there no decency left?"

They both sang, "Nobody's got no class!"

Ginny sang, "Every guy is a snot!"

"Every girl is a twat!"

"Holy shit..."

"Holy shit..."

"What a shame..."

"What a shame..."

They both sang, "What became of class?"