The Untold

2

*Present - June 5th, 2001*

"GINNY! GINNY!"

Nothing.

"GINNY FUCKING WEASLEY!"

Nothing.

"GINN-"

There was a hand covering Hermione's mouth as she was stopped mid-sentence. "Are you trying to wake James up?" Ginny hissed, glaring at her.

"Where are my shoes? Fuck, I'm late as it is," Hermione groaned.

Ginny rolled her eyes and walked to the shoe cupboard. She opened it and threw the shoes at her best friend. "Use your eyes," she muttered.

"Love you! Tell Harry I'll see him later," Hermione waved, running out of the door.

Ginny sighed, shaking her head before going back upstairs.

Hermione thankfully reached the bus, first time. She sat down next to an old lady who she'd seen before in her previous journeys. 

"It's my first solo this month, can you believe it?" Hermione squealed, nudging the old lady next to her. 

The old lady sent her a fake-smile and rolled her eyes before staring back out the window. "It's going to be my big break, I'm telling you," she huffed, the nerves kicking in. 

"Do you think I'm going to become a professional?" Hermione wondered, staring at the old lady. 

The old lady blinked, looking around her before sighing, "Yes dear!" Hermione wiped the sweat off her forehead and leaned on the old lady's shoulder, "Thank the lord."

After 15 minutes, Hermione got off the bus. "Bye Cheryl!" She waved at the old lady she had made friends with. Carol, her real name, waved back and relaxed once she was sure Hermione was not coming back. 

Hermione ran inside the auditorium and relaxed once there weren't that many people there. She walked down and up the stage where their trainer was. 

"Ms. Granger, kind of you to join us," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

Hermione pouted as she stood there like a five-year-old, "Sorry, Angela. I had to find my shoes." Angela sighed and waved her hands, signalling Hermione to go change. 

Once changed, Hermione walked over to her friend who was stretching on the floor. "Took you long enough, Angie wouldn't shut up about her new fiance," Ava groaned.

"You'd think after 6 months she'd stop," Hermione chuckled, reaching for her toes. 

Ava giggled but stopped as Angela walked over to the girls. "Ms. Granger, we have new buyers coming in today as they want to view the building before auditions for the nutcracker begin," she said. 

"Okay...why are you telling me this?" Hermione asked, raising a brow at the trainer. 

Angela rolled her eyes, "I need you to show them around and then bring them to the auditions. You can audition last."

"Hold up! I have to show snobby rich men around this building and then audition with drained energy?" Hermione scoffed, staring at her trainer in disbelief. 

"Yep, they will be here in an hour," Angela smiled and walked away. 

Hermione turned to Ava and groaned very loudly, "I don't like her." Ava snorted as she wrapped her arms around Hermione. 

"If it helps I won't practice before the audition," Ava shrugged, frowning slightly. 

Hermione shook her head instantly, "No, you need to practice. I'll be fine, besides, I've trained at home."