MAGIC: A Harry Potter Grease

MAGIC: A Harry Potter Grease

C1: Summer Loving

--Theme Song: Hogwarts---

Sung by: Remus Lupin... In a black lounge dress! Er.... Yeah.....

I cast my spells and I see the sparks

We gotta cast and kill, we gotta watch our backs

There ain’t no danger except Voldemort (all gasp)

We start fighting now but we can be who we are

Hogwarts is the word

(Snape and the Snapettes start dancing)

They think Harry's visions are just a growing pain

Why don’t they understand, It’s a life saver

They don't believe that real is real

We've got to listen, we've got to watch our backs

Hogwarts is the word (S&S: is the word... is the word)

It’s got magic it’s got mystery (S&S: it's got mystery)

Hogwarts is the time, is the place is the saftey

Tense is the way we are feeling

We take the warnings and we throw away

Watching our backs belongs to yesterday

There is a chance that we can make it so far

We start fighting now but we can be who we are

Hogwarts is the word (S&S: is the word... is the word)

It’s got magic it’s got mystery (S&S: it's got mystery)

Hogwarts is the time, is the place is the saftey

Tense is the way we are feeling

This is the life of danger

Wrapped up in trouble laced with magic

What are we doing to live?

We take the warnings and we throw away

Watching our backs belongs to yesterday

There is a chance that we can make it so far

We start believing now but we can be who we are

Hogwarts is the word (S&S: is the word... is the word)

It’s got magic it’s got mystery (S&S: it's got mystery)

Hogwarts is the time, is the place is the saftey

Tense is the way we are feeling

Hogwarts is the word (S&S: is the word... is the word)

It’s got magic it’s got mystery (S&S: it's got mystery)

Hogwarts is the time, is the place is the saftey

Tense is the way we are feeling

Hogwarts is the word

S&S: Is the word

S&S: Is the word

...

---End Song---

A sixteen-year old Draco sighed and sat down on the sandy strip of beach on the river in Paris. He looked over at Hermione Granger, the young brunette witch he had just met on his vacation. She too lived in England, just not London. They had instantly hit it off, enjoying their time at the beach.

"So, 'Mione, what high school do you go to?" Draco looked over at her, smoothing down his own light-blonde hair.

"Manchester Magical. Though my parents thought about sending me to Hogwarts High. They weren't wizards." She said, shrugging.

"Really?! We have rivals there. Longbottom and Lovegood....." Draco's eyes lit up with excitement. "I go to Hogwarts! It's a shame you don't go there."

"Small world, huh? They were going to put in Hogwarts this year but my dad got a job offer. We're moving to the states before school starts up. I'll continue my magic at the Salem High."

"Darn it... Looks like we won't be seeing each other." He frowned and ran a hand through her bushy brown hair.

"Yeah... I'll send you owls!" She tried to brighten the situation.

"I'll send you some too then."

They stared at each other for a moment before Draco leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Hermione, felling the blush creeping up her cheek, kissed him back and then placed her hand in the sand.

"You know, they say if you sprinkle three grains of sand into the water and make a wish, it will come true." Hermione picked up a handfull of sand.

"Oh really?" Draco said doubtfully.

He picked up some sand and sprinkled three grains into the water. 'I wish 'Mione could stay here. I want to see her again.' Giving Hermione a fond smile he stood up, brushing the sand off of his green and silver striped trunks, and helped her up. Returning the smile, Hermione also brushed sand off of her pink bikini and held his hand as they walked off of the beach and down the street. They stopped at a corner cafe called Paul's where they ordered lunch. Plain crepes and french onion soup for Draco while Hermione ordered a hamburger and a house salad. As they ate lunch the conversation drifted towards life at their schools.

"What's Hogwarts like, Draco? I want to know what I've been missing." She smiled and took a bite of her salad.

"Well, Headmaster Dumbledore is great. You know people saying he's going to step down any day now and McGonagall will take over." He paused, got some soup and continued. "But, you know what? I don't think that's anywhere near happening. Coach Hooch is great though. Quidditch wouldn't be quidditch without her."

"Oh? Is she some big star?"

"Nah, she's just real good. Most of my crew, myself included, play on the team."

"A crew? You must be pretty popular. But then, with those Quidditch muscles I can understand."

"Oh, thanks...." There was an awkward silence and Draco coughed. "Well I guess it's not a "crew" more of a clique. We've a girls one too. We're the F-Bolts and they're the Red Angels. We all have jackets and everything."

"I don't think I'd really fit in..... At my school I was a sort of outcast because I was the smartest student the school had seen in years." She blushed at having mentioned her intelligence.

"No worries, you'd be with me."

After finishing their meal Draco walked her to the Mercury Hotel before he went to the more expensive Venus Resort a few blocks down the street. He smiled to himself and pulled out his notebook.

"Paris, day five." The notebook began. "I've met Hermione Granger, a rather attractive lady if I've ever met one. Better then that cow Parkinson who hangs on me like a tick. But not quite a Millicent. She's too smart and not as strong. But she definately isn't a Tonks. The quirky air-head. Then again, she could never be a Ginny. Good girl with a bad side.... You never really know about people until you get to know them. Looks like that day will never come for me. Maybe..... After Hogwarts..... Who am I kidding? She'll have probably found herself an American version of Potter. The right hand to a guy like me. I must be crazy....

-Draco"

He sighed and put away the notebook. Hermione meanwhile had also been putting together some thoughts on Draco.

"I'm going to miss Draco. Not that I really knew him but I will. Not every day that you run into a complete stranger who turns into something of a love interest. Is this how summer flings start? I hope we aren't one..... I never really know what to think. Maybe in America I'll meet someone like Neville and have a friend like Luna. Wait a minute... I think Draco even mentioned them... Lovegood and Longbottom.. Must be. I'll have to talk to hime sometime again.

-Mione"

She put aside the notebook and stared out the window, lost in thought.