(A/N: Hey there, readers. So here's the next chapter. Some of the songs used in this part of the story are old, I know, but you guys have to admit that they are WAY better than some of the songs nowadays. Anyway, sorry I didn't update as fast as I wanted to. These classes are killing me and it hasn't even been three weeks. Hopefully, you guys think this story is okay. Also, I want to thank my followers, reviewers, and others who have continued reading my story. I promise there is more to come. On that note, don't forget to review, follow, favorite etc. Enjoy :D)

Chapter 6: The Concert-Part 2

"Hermione's choir is intermediate? They sound way better than an intermediate choir," commented Bill with an astounded face.

"Right you are, Bill," Arthur added. "I wonder why she didn't just join one of the advanced groups."

Molly shrugged her shoulders and wore a sweet smile as she clapped for Hermione's group. Hermione, to her, was like another daughter. The happiness and well-being of the muggleborn witch were all that mattered to her. Mrs. Weasley really loved her.

Hermione and her choir exited the stage and another group came in. The intermediate boys' choir entered the stage and immediately started messing around on stage by doing random dances and various struts. This made the audience laugh for a few seconds. The boys stopped messing around when the choir director cleared her throat.

The lights came on showing their goofy facial expressions. They were wearing black suits with blue ties and dancing shoes. One member of the choir entered later than the rest, carrying a black chair. When he finished, the boys took their positions around the chair. The choir had about 26 members that lined up in two rows with the chair in the front and center. One black haired boy walked down the side stairs and into the audience. He walked over to the edge of the third row and offered a hand to Ginny. The boy winked at Ginny and she giggled in response. Hints of red crept up on her cheeks as she placed her hand in his and followed the young man on stage. Fred and George began to imitate lovesick teenagers. They sighed heavily and batted their eyelashes while clasping their hands together. Harry and Ron snickered at the twins' mannerisms. The music started and Ginny sat down in the chair.

Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy

As soon as Ginny sat down on the chair the band started playing. The audience recognized the guitar riff and immediately started cheering. After the intro to the song, the men started singing. At once, the expressions of the men earned smiles from the audience. The choir started snapping their fingers as they moved towards the redhead. They turned and did the same motion. Without warning, the boys stopped what they were doing and pointed to Ginny, who was blushing furiously. Then they turned their hands over and made their hands lower gracefully. Being the goofballs that they were, the men fanned themselves to keep themselves from fainting at the sight of Ginny's beauty. Some of them plastered over-dramatic faces as they fanned. Some might describe such faces as derpy. Ginny sat in her chair giggling like a little school girl.

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Wow

The choir did the same motions again.

"Blimey, that's Ginny Weasley up there," Blaise loudly whispered.

"What the fuck is Weaselette doing here," Draco quietly began. An old lady in front of him turned around and told him to be quiet. "Something's going on, I just know it."

"Damn straight."

Draco sat in his seat watching the performance, but also trying to figure out why Ginny was at a muggle concert.

Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight

The boys step-touched on both sides and stepped together. The same motion was repeated. After doing that, they stopped on their spots and pushed their arms out. Next, they turned their hands over and flexed their hands as if to say "come here." Their charmed turned up a few notches and they faced Ginny. One of the guys placed his arms around Ginny's shoulders while he sang. Arms were thrust into the air multiple times. Subsequently, they looked in both directions of the stage. Quickly, they looked at her in a pleading manner. The space around Ginny shrank as they moved closer to her. They formed a tight circle around Ginny and they slowly got down on their knees as if pleading, not that she minded in fact, she loved it. They each placed a hand over their heart and used their other arms to emphasize the lyrics and to give them more emotion.

Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, don't make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey...okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
What do I see
Is she walking back to me
Yeah, she's walking back to me
Oh, oh, Pretty woman

While still on their knees some of the boys placed one of their hands on their hearts and used the other hand as a dramatic prop to emphasize the lyrics and their expressions. The men clasped their hands together and shook them as they groveled, beckoning for Ginny's affection. The guitar stopped playing and the drum beats were left along with the singers. The boys' faces turned morose. They stood up and hung their heads dejectedly and swung one of their arms saying "shoot." Ginny sat in the chair smiling very profusely until they turned their backs to her. She turned sad as they took a few steps away from her. The boys looked at the audience and shrugged their shoulders. Swiftly, the men held their palms up and they smiled again. They turned around smoothly and proceeded towards a blushing Ginny. The men's choir crowded towards Ginny, causing her to blush even more. A boy with sandy brown hair and another boy with blond hair stood beside her and lazily slug their arms around her. The rest of the choir circled around the three as an ending pose.

The audience roared in applause. As soon as the audience started clapping, the two boys near Ginny each kissed her cheek. Next, one of the boys winked at her. "Hey what's your name, Red," asked the blond.

Ginny grinned from ear to ear, blushing again. "My name's Ginny. What's yours?"

"I'm Zach, and that's Nick. It was nice meeting you." Once again, the boys kissed her cheek and the crowd obnoxiously began wolf-whistling and cat-calling. All but Harry seemed to enjoy the boys' performance.

Ron looked over at a fuming Harry, scared at the deadly look he was shooting at the two muggle boys. "Mate, you don't look so good. What's the problem?" He ceased clapping and turned to face Harry. His normally green eyes turned a nasty shade of red that rivaled his best friend's hair.

"That should be me up their serenading Ginny. I really like her, Ron. It pains me to see her being hit on by a bunch of talented guys. Didn't you see the way she looked when those guys were with her? An ordinary bloke like me can't compete for your sister's affections against guys like them." Harry's face softened and turned dismal. "I've liked, no I loved her since fourth year," he admitted.

Ron offered a sympathetic smile and playfully punched Harry's upper arm, though he found his best friend's jealousy very amusing. Harry looked to his best friend and took his punch as a sign of acceptance. "I'm still pissed beyond belief, but we'll talk later." While still jealous, the scarred boy watched as Ginny got up from the chair and walked towards her seat.

Ginny walked back to her seat looking happier than she had ever been in her life. Harry looked at Ginny and flashed a subtle smile. She beamed back at Harry and sat beside him. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. The jealousy was bubbling inside of him and he tried his hardest not to say anything.

The beginning choir and the advanced co-ed choir entered and did their own songs. Once their sets were done, Hermione walked to the stage with confidence.

"Look there's Hermione," Molly excitedly pointed out. All the Weasleys and Harry looked up to see Hermione walking in the blackout to the center microphone in the front.

Draco applauded the men's choir, amazed at the choir's talent and humor. He turned to Blaise and asked, "So why is she here? It just seems really out of place."

Blaise considered the question his best friend was asking and could not think of an answer. He started thinking of an answer during the sets of the two choirs. He forgot about the whole thing when a girl walked stage towards the front and center of the stage during the blackout. He looked with interest at the girl. Without warning the spotlight lit up and revealed Hermione as took the stage for her solo. "Oh fuck, stop staring at the ground at look at who took the stage," the Italian demanded, his eyes widening with shock. Draco emitted a sound of annoyance and obliged.

Draco's eyes widened along with Blaise's. His gaze scanned her features and slowly dropped his jaw. The blond stood transfixed on her fair complexion. As he continued looking her over, he was almost blinded by the rays of light being reflected off of the sparkles on her dress. The brunette's hair was curled tightly and assumed a half-up-half-down style. "She looks beautiful," Draco admitted.

"Well now we know why Ginny is here," stated Blaise.

"Thank you, Blaise, I've gathered that much for myself at this point," retorted Draco, rolling his eyes. He perked up when he heard the piano playing.

Hermione slowly made her way towards the center microphone, walking on her toes to prevent any echoes coming from her character shoes. She took the microphone and held it tightly. The spotlight shone in her face, forcing her to squint again. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath to relax, and shot an excited smile at Harry and the Weasleys. The family of redheads and Harry each shot a look of delight all their own. She was surprised to see the twins giving her genuine smiles as opposed to their usual mischievous smirks. Feeling reassurance swell within her, she eagerly waited for the music to play.

Hermione hoped the audience would understand the message she was trying to convey. She wanted to show the audience, particularly Ron and the twins, that she was more than just a bookworm or a goody-goody. The piano's chords drifted throughout the performing arts center. The Gryffindor closed her eyes and let the music pulse through her veins and take over her thoughts. The witch began to sing.

She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say

Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Oh, oh, oh...

She's just a girl, and she's on fire

She opened her eyes and saw a very impressed audience. Instantly, the crowd applauded even louder than they did for the men's choir. A girl from the audience shouted, "Encore!"

Appreciative of the positive feedback, she put the microphone back and bowed to the audience.

"YEAH, 'MIONE," shouted the twins at the same time.

"WE LOVE YOU, HERMIONE," hollered Ginny, Ron, and Harry.

The curtains closed for intermission. As soon as the curtains closed the house lit up and the audience talked amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, a few rows back, Draco could not applaud, he was astounded at the talent that Hermione had. "Holy shit. She sounds amazing," he gushed.

"Yeah. Who would've thought that Hermione Fucking Granger had a great voice behind all those books she buries her face in," added Blaise. He was genuinely impressed by the performance the Gryffindor gave. Now he respected her more than ever. He turned to face Draco, who was frozen in his spot. "Dray?"

Draco stood unmoving, without blinking. His mouth stood ajar. Blaise waved his hands in front of his face, but nothing happened. He disregarded the state his friend was in until Draco fainted. The blond hit the floor with a thud. Straight away Blaise rushed to his best friends side and slapped his face gently. After a few seconds, Draco woke up with no signs of injury.

Blaise helped Draco to his feet and let him sit in his seat. "Mate, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah. I'm alright," Draco responded. He looked to Blaise for permission to continue and he nodded. "But now I think I like Hermione even more," he admitted.

Blaise looked at his friend in a confused manner. "How can you be so sure?"

Draco ignored his friend's statements and continued to express his feelings for the muggleborn witch. "She sounds like an angel," he sighed, breaking out into a love-struck grin.

The tanned wizard rolled his eyes and waited for the next part of the concert to begin. Draco sat in his seat, grinning as he thought of Hermione.

"I really enjoyed her performance. What did you guys think," asked Molly animatedly.

"I loved it," Ginny squealed. "What about you, Ron?"

Ron did not hear his sister's question, for he was daydreaming about Hermione.

Harry turned to his best friend to see what was wrong. "Mate, your sister asked you a question. Aren't you going to answer it," he questioned.

Broken out of his reverie, Ron turned to Harry and Ginny to answer, "Huh? Oh, yeah she was amazing." Ron's face and ears turned red, yet again.

Ginny and Harry took note of Ron's red features and snickered. "You still fancy Hermione, don't you," Harry teased.

"Shut up, Harry," laughed Ron, swatting Harry's arm.

"But aren't you still in a relationship with that skank? What's her name? Rose," interrogated Ginny.

"Lavender," Ron corrected, cringing.

"So how's that going to work," questioned Harry.

"Oh, it just will. Wait and see," Ron remarked.

The house lights dimmed and the curtains opened, signaling the start of the second half of the concert.

After a few songs from the beginning choir, the advanced co-ed choir, and the men's choir, Hermione's choir lined up near the front of the stage. The front of the stage had three microphones: one on stage right, another in the center, and the other on stage left. The sopranos took the microphone at stage right, the mezzos stood around the center microphone, and the altos took the last one. Around 11 girls made a semi-circle around a microphone in preparation for the next song.

The choir director raised her hands and pointed to each microphone. Each group she pointed to sang a note and all together created a beautiful chord. Again, the director raised her hands to begin conducting and the girls sang acapella. The stage lights illuminated the front of the stage.

Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop *POP*(2x)

Hermione led the mezzo sopranos in singing. Following was Giselle and the sopranos. Singing the last part were the altos lead by Rachel. The second time they sang the first verse they commenced snapping.

Call my baby Lollipop
Tell you why
'Cause he's sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does his shaky rockin' dance
Man I haven't got a chance
I call him

For the rest of the song, the girls snapped their fingers while singing.

Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop *POP*

Sweeter than candy on a stick
Huckleberry, cherry, or lime
If you have a choice he'd be your pick
But Lollipop is mine...

Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop *POP*

Crazy way he thrills-a me
Tell you why
Just like a lightning from the sky
He loves to kiss me
'Till I can't see straight
GEE, my Lollipop is great!
I call him...

Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop *POP*

Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop Lollipop
Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli
Lollipop oh Lollipop

After the set, the audience applauded and demanded an encore. The girls waited until the blackout and exited the stage.

"What in the world? How is that possible," questioned Fred, looking confused.

"How is what possible," asked George.

"How is it possible to make such beautiful music without accompaniment?"

"Pure talent, perhaps," Bill chimed in.

After seeing Draco faint Blaise looked over at Draco to see if he was okay. When he looked over, Draco looked normal, but his mind was elsewhere. Throughout the performance, the only thing he saw was Hermione. As the performance went on, her choir dress turned white. Wings began to unfold from behind her back and a halo manifested above her head. The lights around her dimmed and she was lit by a very bright stage light. Wow, she looks stunning, like an angel. His perfect view of Hermione was disrupted when the lights doused and the advanced all girls' show choir entered the stage.

Even in the darkness of the stage, the dresses shimmered. The blue dresses were decorated with sequins and had two straps, located in the center of the neckline, looking normal in the front and crisscrossed in the back. Each girl looked exactly alike, which is required of every show choir. The advanced singers wore red lipstick, pink blush, and light eyeshadow. All the girls wore high ponytails which had tight ringlet curls. The music started and the lights came on, giving life to the performance.