Callie Here: I've written another HP fic, The Dark Mark, and it is going places where this is not. So more than likely I will either finish this up real fast… or I will cut it out completely. Most likely I will cut it out, but I want my reviewers' input. Till I reach my decision enjoy.

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In Care of Magical Creatures the next day, Hermione made it her mission to act like Draco didn't exist. She refused to look at him, to talk about him, and to even think about him for fear that she might blush from last night's memories. So she stayed close to Harry and Ron, taking comfort in the fact that they were guys and couldn't sense that something was wrong.

"So Ron are you looking forward to the first Quidditch match next week, as much as I am?" Harry took one of the Niggles that they were dealing with by the horns.

Since the match was coming up and Harry, the team Captain/Seeker, and Ron, the Keeper, were both very excited about it, Hermione didn't bother to change the subject; however much she despised it. In fact she chimed in, "I hope you give the Slytherins a run for their money."

"A little feisty aren't we, Hermione." Ron joked, taking the Niggle that Harry handed him. "I'm actually glad that they're our first opponents so that we can see what we're up against. The Slytherins are hard pressed to win this year, they are even taking extra practice and I hear the whole teams getting new brooms. "

"We have nothing to worry about, not with Draco as their Captain. I'll rub his face in the dirt before he even knows what hit him." Harry laughed but with all seriousness. He would get the ferret face, if it were the last thing he did.

At this comment Hermione shoved her nose in the book on Niggles, making sure to avoid Harry's gaze that asked for confirmation. Her stomach was doing flip- flops that she couldn't seem to control; subconsciously she glanced over at the Slytherin table and spied the blond boy who had caused all this inner turmoil. He seemed to be struggling with one of the Niggles and a thermometer, which he obviously didn't know where to put. She laughed inwardly when the Niggle flew through the air and perched atop Draco's head, the creature now bored by the boy's antics.

"Yo, Hermione, are you going to tell us how to clip this beast's wings or not?" The innocent inquiry from Ron brought Hermione from her thoughts. The red head seemed to be having troubles of his own, for the Niggle took a fancy to his nose and was trying to pry it off with its sloth like fingers.

Harry was in a fit of laughter at the episode, clutching at his sides for they split with joy. Scanning the book for anything that would calm the beast down Hermione came upon the only sedative, an articulation of creativity. Niggles were muses she read and they were contented only when someone in the vicinity expressed themselves. Seeing that there was nothing else she could do Hermione regrettably raised her voice, in song.

"I cannot distance myself
You were the one who believed
that only half of a girl
half more than you could deceive"

Despite Hermione's attempts the Niggles energy did not subside, he was still yanking earnestly at Ron's nose. Taking a deep breath Hermione recalled the beat that she thought had been long forgotten, and it rose to the surface on silver wings. This time when she opened her mouth her soul soared out with the words, relishing in its freedom.

"I watch your face on TV
All that I am turns to fear
When you're the boy that I want
I will be waiting right here

I don't know what to believe
Sew up the sore make it fake
When you're the boy that I want
I'll be the girl that you hate

You end up dead in the end
Star no star
You end up right here my friend
Star no star
We end up dead in the end
Star no star
We end up right here my friend
Star no star"

Hermione didn't notice the Niggle release Ron's nose and fall peacefully into its cage. She was too caught up in the music, in the lyrics that awakened her vocal cords. She found herself closing her eyes and tapping her foot as the beat took hold of her. At home before Hogwarts- when she was just a geek and an oddball with no friends, who didn't quite belong- she had listened to this on the radio, falling in love with it instantly.

"I can not distance myself
You were the one who believed
that only half of a girl
half you but never half me

I see your face on the street
Burnt hands but features so clear
When I'm the girl that you want
I will be waiting right here

I don't know what to believe
peel all the scars from our way
When you're the boy that I want
we will have one perfect day

You end up dead in the end
Star no Star
You end up right here my friend
Star no Star
We end up dead in the end
Star no Star
We end up right here my friend
Star no Star"

Applause broke out from the Gryffindors, throwing Hermione from her trance slightly bewildered. Looking around her, suddenly quite embarrassed, she saw that everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch her, and that all the Niggles were swaying lazily in their proper cages. She would have died right then from mortification if Hagrid hadn't found it convenient to step in just then.

"An' tha' class, tha' is a perf'ct ex'mple of how ter charm the lit'le Nig'les." Hagrid laid a heavy hand on her shoulder in congratulations. "Wel' done, 'ermione. Now I want th' rest of ye to follow 'er illustr'tion."

With that said every one went to work in muted voices, singing under their breath to their Niggle. Hermione, who was still red in the face, turned to her two friends who were staying at her open mouthed. Ron was the first to speak. "Wow, 'Mione, I didn't know you could sing."

She brushed the compliment aside uncommitted, "I can't."

"I mean you're no Elvis, but you're no screeching canary either." Ron had the weirdest way of putting things, Hermione thought to herself.

Harry who had been stunned speechless managed a, "Mumm, mummm."

"Yes Harry," Hermione began indignantly, "What do you have to say?"

"Pretty." Was all he could manage.

Looking at him incredulously, Hermione began to think that she had Siren genes or something because he seemed to be under some spell. "Oh, brother."

She turned to the Niggle who waited patiently in his cage also under some spell. Well, she concluded, if she wasn't part Siren, Harry was definitely part Niggle.

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Callie here: I owe all Niggles ownership to none other than my friend Archerofdarkness. The song is called 'Star no star', by my favorite band Jack off Jill, you should check them out (they're a little angst).

Oh and Hermione has not lost her magic. Review.