Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Harry Potter. Not Guys and Dolls. But I can dream right? Also, for all intents and purposes, iPods were TOTALLY around during Hogwarts. =)

Hermione waltzed down the hall humming under her breath. It was the last day before Christmas break and the halls were empty. This year she would be going to the Weasley's for the duration of break and as excited as she was, she'd miss her family. She slipped her iPod out of her pocket and clicked through her albums landing on one of her favorites. As she played it, her eyes closed and a smile grew on her face. Guys and Dolls. Not much could beat this hummed along as she danced down the hall, belting out her favorite parts and giggling as did.

Though she would never admit it, Hermione Granger was a Broadway Baby.

Fred emerged from the kitchen feeling much better than he had when he had entered. Missing meals was not a good idea for this Weasley. Any Weasley really. As he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room he heard something. He paused on the stairs and listened. It was someone singing. As it got closer Fred realized whoever it was had a great voice. It was deep and clear but could jump to high notes without a problem. Lost in the beauty of the voice Fred almost didn't realize when Hermione came into view and the voice was hers.

Hermione got closer to the common room as her favorite song came to an end. Luck be a Lady. Frank Sinatra's version was better but Marlon Brando would have to make due for now.

Never get out of my sight.

Stick here, baby, stick here, baby.

Stick with me, baby, I'm the fellow you came in with

Luck be a lady

Luck be a lady

Luck be a lady tonight.

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Right!

As she hit that last note she heard someone clapping behind her. She ripped her earphones out and whirled around.

"Well done Granger." Fred Weasley said as he came up the last half of the flight of stairs he was standing on. He was grinning.

"How much of that did you hear?" Hermione asked absolutely mortified.

"Enough to know you have an amazing voice." Fred replied walking up to her and looking down at her. She was blushing like crazy. Fred thought it was adorable.

"Oh my god." Hermione turned on her heal and dove through the portrait hole and sprinted to her room where she locked herself in. She heard Fred calling after her but she couldn't face him. Not now. Not after that.

Hermione was couldn't believe she had done that. Who walks around school belting show tunes? And why did it have to be Fred? Of all people to hear her singing. Malfoy would've been better. Now she was the littlle-brothers-best-friend-resident-bookworm-Broadway-chick. Fantastic.

Fred watched Hermione disappear up the stairs to her dorm slightly confused. Why was she so embarrassed? She had nothing to be embarrassed about. Her voice was amazing. Ron looked up from the game of chess he was playing with Harry with a questioning look on his face.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing." Fred replied. It wasn't his place to tell Ron what seemed to be Hermione's, and his now, little secret. He returned to his dorm room and flopped on his bed. Hermione could sing. Man could she ever. Her low voice made him feel like he had been wrapped up in a blanket and her higher register sounded like ice. In some strange way. There really was nothing she couldn't do. He sighed. This was so not helping his little crush.