Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Some stuff may be OOC and some events in the books may conflict, but this is my story. Also, for those curious, this is a Hermione/Justin romance. I like UC relationships with Hermione.

"Hermione, we have to go!"

"Coming, Mum!"

Hermione ran down the stairs, her bag in hand. She followed her mom to the car and jumped in the seat. Her parents and little sister smiled at her.

"All set?" Hermione took a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be." Her little sister squeezed her hand. "You'll do great!"

A few minutes later, they pulled up to the ice arena.

"Good luck sweetie!" Her parents kissed her on the cheek and her sister gave her a hug. They pulled away towards guest parking and Hermione ran inside towards check in.


"Hermione Granger."

"Ok-you're 3rd up. Locker room is to your right. Exit the door by the showers, turn left. Follow the path. Climb down the stairs. That's the entrance to the ring." Hermione smiled and ran towards the locker room.

"Hey, Hermione, right?" Hermione nodded. "I'm Liana and this is Kamla."

"Hi. What numbers are you?"

"5 and 7. You?"

"3. How many people are auditioning?"

"A lot. I think there's 50 people. The first 25 are singles. Then the remaining numbers are all doing doubles." Hermione nodded and quickly finished dressing into her outfit. Her hair had tamed. It was long, straight, and sleek and it curled at the bottom. She brushed out her hair and let it hang down just below her shoulders. Her leotard was a silver color with gold trim, which hugged her body. She wore azure contacts and just a tad of makeup to allow her skin to glow. She smiled in approval, threw her bad in a locker, and put picked up her skates. She would put them on when she got down the stairs. It would be a sad story indeed if she injured herself before she got to audition.

"Ok-here I go!"

"Good look Hermione!" Liana and Kamla called.

"Good luck to you too!" With that, Hermione, walked out the door, turned left, and soon she came to a cement staircase. She shivered a little bit from the cold and continued down. She reached the bottom and sat down, quickly squeezing her feet into her skates and tying the laces.

"I really need new skates," she muttered. They matched her outfit and were sparkly clean, but were becoming a tad tight. The blade was a deep metallic and was nice and sharp. She got up and sat on the bench next to boy. He smiled at her.

"Kelly. I'm Welsh. Where are you from?"

"Hermione. I'm from England. London, actually."

"We're just about to start. In 5 minutes; the first group, which are all the singles should be here by then. You sticking around from the doubles? What number are you?"

"3 and I'm not sure. I'm going to try."

"Ah, so you're one of the first up. I'm towards the end. I'm number 20." He nodded and then a man and woman of about 30 came skating towards them and did a twirl, bowed , and smiled at everyone.

"Welcome to the Auditions for London's Figure Skating Team. We will choose 4 of you. 2 people who are performing singles and 2 of you, performing doubles. It's going to be heavy training. You will represent London in the Regional, National, and hopefully World Figure Skating Championship! We will work on routines, several. We may even try you as a double or single if you've been selected if we think that would make a beautiful routine. Most importantly, have fun! You all came here for one reason and that is because you have the passion and talent to figure skate. We are starting with singles. When I call your number, enter the ring. When you applied, you had worked hard on a routine and you gave us a copy of your song. We will let you know our decisions in a week. Alright, good luck everyone!" The two skaters, skated away towards the judges arena. Hermione watched nervously as the first skater finished her routine. She was so talented. After what seemed like ages, Hermione was called up.

"Good luck," Kelly told her. Hermione nodded in acknowledgement and skated out into the center of the ice rink. Her song instantly began to play and she threw herself into her routine, feeling the music. She had practiced hard on this routine and didn't think. Free- skating in the beginning, jumping into a triple axle at just the right moment, and then landing smoothly on the tip of her blade or in a split, at the exact moment and the exact move that she wanted. There would be no room for mistakes. If she did the wrong move, she would have to improvise, so as to not let on she made a mistake.

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand"

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Hermione shut her eyes, smiled and jumped, somersaulting in the air and landing right at the tip of her blade and then smoothly skating towards the exit right as the last note was played.

Mummer's Dance

-Loreena McKennitt