"Oh no! See you walking 'round like it's a funeral.
Not so serious, girl, why those feet cold?
We just getting started; don't you tiptoe, tiptoe."
Straight away, Blaise was in character. Having transfigured the vintage microphone into a modern handheld version, he was able to move his body causing a much-needed shift to the drowsy energy that had settled around the room from the last few somber song choices.
"Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece.
You should be rollin' with me. You should be rollin' with me.
You're a real-life fantasy. You're a real-life fantasy.
But you're movin' so carefully; let's start livin' dangerously."
By the end of the song, he had managed to double the size of onlookers. Between the jaunty scandalizing tune and his engagement with the various girls in the crowd, there were few groups of outliers left lounging on the seating along the perimeter. Hermione and the other witch had stayed put, of course.
Ginny had glared at the tall gyrating figure, hatred for the obscene Slytherin on full display, through the entire rendition. She didn't say a word, but the way her leg rapidly bounced as if she was about to walk onto the Quidditch pitch, revealed the soundless brainstorming taking place inside of her head. There was no universe in which the youngest Weasley would let such a taunt go unchallenged.
Ready to go and prepare a cot in the hospital wing herself, Hermione could no longer blame the girl for her vexation. His current antic was a step too far over the fictitious line of humorous pestering, even for her forgiving nature towards the tactless wizard. Ruffling feathers? He had decided to pluck the entire freaking bird...
"If that is the way he wants to play..." Ginny mumbled under her breath. Standing, she pulled the knitted jumper from her arms, showing off her sinewy physique in the tight tee shirt and trousers combination that was chosen in a rush earlier in the night.
"What... I mean, where...?" Hermione wasn't able to articulate her many questions before Ginny pivoted and marched into the gathering of fellow students.
Afraid of the form the girl's retaliation was going to end up taking, she followed quickly behind. Weaving around all of the swaying bodies that had decided to stick around after the departure of their original entertainment, Hermione kept attempting to grab onto her friend's arm but continued to just miss. Her target intent on her predetermined destination.
As soon as the short line of revelers who were patiently waiting for their turn in the spotlight came into view, she was thankful that Ginny's plan didn't include mutilation. Her relief was immediately replaced with skepticism, "Come on, Gin... This is getting ridiculous."
"Should have told him that."
"I didn't know what he was planning or I would have!"
"Yeah yeah..." Her aloof dismissal was punctuated as Ginny leaned down and started flipping through the albums available. "If you're not planning on your own show, you shouldn't hold up the line 'Mione. It's impolite."
"Let's just go back and watch the boys play chess, please?" Hermione begged.
"I plan to, once I am done." Ginny stood back up, her selection in hand. "If you would like to head out now, I will follow shortly, promise."
"Right... If I leave you alone, you will end up in Azkaban."
A lighthearted laugh and shake of her head in denial was the only response the redhead gave to the claim. Instead choosing to gesture to the two younger witches who had joined the procession, "Continuing to waste a spot up here? Are you absolutely sure you don't want to go join your new friend and enjoy?"
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Anyone But Me
Fanfiction"Would you like to play a game?" These were words that started Hermione on a journey she could never have imagined she'd take. Rated M for a REASON. Read the Author's Note before starting! Dark Themes & Explicit Content will be in later Chapters. Dr...
