Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's characters. And the lines from the play are from Walt Disney's script of Sleeping Beauty.

A/N: Uh, hope you like it. If you want more to it, tell me. Now, go read!

"Hermione, only you could be excited about something like this," Ron said.

Hermione grinned up at him. "That's where you're wrong, Ronniekins," she said teasingly, "Most of the female population of Hogwarts is thrilled."

"Yeah, but, how many guys are going to try out?" Asked Harry.

"I think the teachers will just have to choose a guy to play the prince. There'll be loads of girls auditioning though, so they'll have their work cut out for them."

"I just didn't think you'd be all that excited," Harry replied, holding the door open for her.

"Well, I've always wanted to act. But if I don't get a part, I wouldn't mind designing costumes."

Harry and Ron looked at each other with stunned expressions on their faces. "What have you done with Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," said Ron, quickly picking up the joke, "Which closet is she hidden in?"

Hermione laughed. "You will help me with my audition piece, won't you?" Both boys nodded. "Good. We're going to be late for Potions."

Hermione didn't really mind the boys teasing. She' never really told anyone she liked acting, but this really was her chance. She wasn't so sure about having a kissing scene in the play, though. It seemed inappropriate and embarrassing.

Hopefully, I won't get the part of Aurora, she thought as she took notes on a sleeping draught. Maybe just one of the fairies. But it wouldn't suit me to be the witch. She glanced around the room, eyes resting on a very bored looking Draco Malfoy. Some people would disagree with me though, she thought with a small smile.

Snape glared at each Gryffindor before dismissing them, calling Draco to his desk. Hermione, being curious, took a little longer packing up her books.

"Draco, I think you'd make a very good Prince for the play," Snape said, not looking at all happy about it. "It was the Headmaster's idea. Each head of house was to choose two students who they thought would be best for the leads. You will be trying out on Thursday." Snape swept out of the room, leaving a now very stunned Draco Malfoy gaping after him.

Hermione glanced at him, and amused look on her face. If all the girls in their year hadn't wanted to try out before, they would as soon as they got wind that Malfoy was auditioning for the lead. She finished packing her books into her bag and checked her watch. She had a free period, since she'd helped Hagrid with his creatures that morning.

She was still smiling when she left the room, thinking about the play. She didn't feel Malfoy watching her.

"Arrogant little mudblood bitch," he swore under his breath, then turned his attention to more pressing matters. Snape really had something coming to him if he though Draco Malfoy would audition for the lead in a muggle play. Besides, wouldn't it be awful to be stuck with some Hufflepuff across from in, pursing her lips or something ridiculous like that.

Thursday was only two days away. He didn't have to bother learning his lines; if Snape could twist things enough he would get the lead. Otherwise, he didn't want it at all.

He glared at everyone he passed for the rest of the day, foul mood still upon him. But, just for fun, he glanced at the script he got from the common room.

Narrator:

In a far away land, long ago, lived a king and his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn for she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day.

Skip ahead…..

Phillip and the fairies get inside the castle and up to the tower, where Aurora lies on her bed. Phillip slowly walks towards her and gives her a faint kiss on the lips. Aurora awakens, sees Phillip and begins to smile

What a wonderful kissing scene, he thought sarcastically. If I do get the lead, I'll have to liven it up a bit. He smirked, and continued reading. He didn't stop until he knew the story almost word for word.

Hermione read over her script again and again, finding she liked the story more every time. As far as she knew, most of the girls had heard about Malfoy; that was why everyone was so quiet. Every girl was reading her copy, learning the lines, dreaming about Malfoy's amazing looks. Not that Hermione was attracted to those amazing looks. Not that his looks were amazing….

Professor McGonagall came through the portrait hole, and stopped short. "It's quiet."

Hermione smiled, holding up her script. McGonagall nodded and came over to her Hermione's spot by the fire.

"I've been asked to choose two students from my house who I think would be best for the leads. I have chosen you and Mr. Potter."

"Thank you. Should I tell Harry?"

"Yes, that would save me a lot of trouble," McGonagall replied, waving her hand at the window. Hermione grinned. The boys were out practicing Quidditch, and they both knew the boys wouldn't come down for anyone except Hermione. Especially if she was there to tell them it was dinner time.

She put her script in her back and strode through the halls. Harry was in for a surprise.

A/N: Chapter 1, finis! That's French for finished. Though, if it were in the infinitive….Oh, never mind. Tell me what you think! I know it's a little slow, but I'm sure you can all guess what's going to happen. If you can't, keep reading! I like the idea of a play, and Sleeping Beauty seemed best since Romeo and Juliet is becoming overused. So, ya. Review and all that.