School of Rock: Chapter Eleven
by wiccawitchnikki
Chapter Eleven

DATE TIME!!! BUT…….These are no normal dates.

When everyone had met in the common room and argued about how late they were, they decided to go to a gig in the local town. Between them they had eight hundred dollars, but they decided to walk, and save the money for other things. It was only a short walk, and by 5.20 they were in the town centre.
“Ok, the gig is just down the road. Wanna split up?” Harry said, standing up on a bench.
There was a short babble of conversation, and then someone yelled in agreement. Hermione walked slowly over to Harry and cleared her throat.
“Hey.” She said.
Harry turned around and blushed.
“Hi. Er, you do wanna go to the gig, right? I mean…we don’t have to if you don’t want to I just thought…”
“Harry, its fine. We could learn something from the band. After all, it will be us in a matter of weeks.” Hermione smiled at Harry nervously.
They walked off, announcing that they would see everyone at the gig later. Spike and Buffy had gone behind a bush and said nothing, so Ron yelled the plan loud enough for them to hear it, even though they did sound a little distracted. Cinderella had grabbed Malfoy’s arm and was steering him down the road in the direction of the gig. Cooper was talking to Ron and blushing the colour of his hair. Only Mia and Artemis were silent. Mia looked at him nervously. He was looking at something across the road, so she went and sat down on the bench with a sigh. He seemed to have heard the sigh, and turned to face the bench. He put his hands in his pockets, looked down at his feet and mumbled something.
“Er, sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Mia said looking up.
Artemis looked up and blushed.
“I said what do you want to do.”
“Oh. Errr….” There was an awkward silence. Then Mia jumped up.
“I have an idea! We could walk round the town and laugh at all the weirdo’s!”
Artemis thought for a while.
“Ok. I think the town is circular, so we could end up at the gig.”
They walked off down a path, an awkward gap between them.

Meanwhile, Cinderella and Draco had taken a different route, through the more lively part of the town. The street was packed, and Draco had a job to hear Cinderella over the noise. He could see her lips moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying.
“What did you say?”
Cinderella rolled her eyes, grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him aside. They were in the lobby of a bar, or pub of some sort.
“I said, what shall we do? The gig doesn’t start for ages.”
“Oh.” Draco thought for a moment. “Well, this looks like a pub or something. Do you wanna get a drink?”
She nodded and led the way through some double doors. The bar was dimly lit my neon lights, and small tables were clustered around the room. It went quiet when they went in, and everyone turned to look at them.
Draco noticed something strange. There were no women in the bar, only men. And strange men at that. He guided Cinderella to the bar and cleared his throat. A teenage boy made his way over.
“What can I get you sweetheart?”
Draco blinked at him.
“Excuse me?”
The boy leant on the counter. “What can I get you?”
“Er, two cokes please,” Draco said, a strange expression on his face.
Cinderella poked him.
“Er, Draco?”
He turned around to face her.
“Yeah?”
She pointed at a neon sign above the door. It was flashing two words. GAY BAR.
Draco turned pale.
“I think that means that the guys in here bat for the other team. You know, they’re…”
Draco clamped his hand over her mouth and led her out of the bar.
“But what about our drinks?” Cinderella protested.
“Not thirsty.”

Spike and Buffy were still busy behind the bush.

Harry and Hermione were having a fantastic time eating ice cream at Icy the snowman’s Ice cream bar. There were a number of red tables scattered around under a red and white canopy. Each table had two red armchairs either side of it. The only light came from the ice cream bar and the fairy lights draped along the canopy and around each table.
“Ooh, try this one!” Hermione held out a spoon heaped with a violently green sample of ice cream. Harry took it, and shovelled it into his mouth. He turned a strange colour, and started flapping his hands around.
“You don’t like it?”
“Yeah, it’s just….really cold,” he said, returning to normal.
“Harry its ice cream.”
“Was that mint?” he asked.
“Yeah. Harry? Can I tell you something?”
Harry sat back in his armchair and sipped a glass of orange juice.
“Sure. What is it?”
Hermione bit her lip.
“Well. Dumbledore told me a while ago that he was sending you to School of Rock, and I… I…”
Harry sat forwards again.
“Hermione? What?”
Hermione took a deep breath.
“You and Ron are my best friends and I couldn’t handle the idea of a term without you so I filled out a form to come here as well and swapped Ron’s port key so that he would end up here too and I’m really really sorry but I had to do it I had to.”
Hermione was now well and truly worked up. Her hair was coming out of its clip and falling all over her red face, and her hands were fiddling on the table agitatedly. She looked down.
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
Harry smiled.
“I’m not mad at you Hermione. On the contrary, I’m glad you did it. The idea of a whole term alone with Malfoy and the morons makes me feel like killing myself.”
“Really?” Hermione looked up.
“Really. Now stop getting in a flap.”
Harry edged around the table and hugged her.
“Ok, thanks.” She sniffed.
“Oh and Hermione? You have ice cream on your nose.”

Spike and Buffy were still behind the bush.

Ron and Cooper had broken the ice and were now in the town costume shop. Ron was in one changing room and Cooper was in another.
“Ok. On three. One, two, three!”
They both jumped out, looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.
“HA HA HAHA HA!” Ron was rolling around on the floor. “You look like a right plonker!”
Cooper faked an indignant look.
“Oh, and I suppose you look normal.” She collapsed on the floor with laughter as well.
Cooper took out her cell phone and took a picture of Ron. He did the same to her.
“Hey Ron, if people see a picture of the pink power ranger on your phone they might think you have mental problems,” Cooper said, out of breath from laughing.
“Well if they see a giant foam carrot with ginger hair on yours they might call the police!” He wheezed back.
Then they started laughing again.

And still Spike and Buffy were behind the bush.



To be continued……………...............................................................................................................................................................................................(he he he! I like dots)……
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