Hogwarts Idol
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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3,093
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13
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Hogwarts Idol
Hi! Please keep your hands and feet inside during the ride. I hope you like this little thing. Simon is of course based on Simon Cowell of American Idol, but is not intended to 'be' the one and same Simon from said show. If Moderators believe there is a problem, please contact and I will of course make whatever changes are needed to have this fic on AFF.net. Thank you!!!
Marti!
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Simon Abdul Cowl sat in the Headmaster’s chair, one leg cocked over the arm, lazily swinging as he tried desperately to ignore the so-called singing before him. How the hell did Dumbledore find these squawking, screaming, off key heathens? Didn’t their parents tell them when they were younger to not even attempt to sing? He couldn’t believe the old wizard had found so many untalented students to sing in the choir.
“Mr. Cowl, how was that?” The blond Slytherin, his own House years ago, stepped forward. The little sycophant was already pissing him off, and he’d only been here half an hour.
“Mr. Malfoy, if I wanted your opinion, actually, I’ll never want your opinion or remarks directed at me so please go find someone else’s boots to lick You are to speak only when spoken to, remember that and you might survive the first year after graduation.” The snide singing director said in a bored tone, as if putting Draco Malfoy down with the other worms here wasn’t worth his full attention. He smirked and watched the Head Boy stalk back to the choir and take his place. He shoved his shoulder against the girl next to him who snarled something back and narrowed her eyes in anger.
“You lot are horrendous! I’ve heard Dementors moan ‘God Save The Queen’ better than that!”
“Maybe you need to hear each of us individually, Mr. Cowl.” The dark haired girl said from beside Malfoy.
“Maybe you shouldn’t just offer your opinion, Miss..?”
“That would be Miss Granger, Simon, Hogwarts’ resident Know-it-all.” Simon rolled his eyes as he heard his old school friend behind him, the head of Slytherin now. He dropped his leg and lowered his foot to the floor to turn towards that voice. Now if he could just get Severus to sing, then the concert would be tolerable at least. Severus leaned against the door watching the chorus rehearsal with amusement.
Simon would bet every knut he had along with every euro and every pound note that none of these students knew what kind of voice taught them potions every day. They’d probably be surprised to know that Severus Snape’s voice had won awards in his years at school before the Marauders had scared him away from the choir. Of course most of the children were interested only in Quiddich.
“Hello, Severus. Care to join the students, maybe give them a few pointers.”
“You’re out of your mind, Cowl.” Severus snarled and left just as quickly and quietly as he’d entered. Simon grinned and returned to the students. He cocked his head to the side and considered what the girl had said. It was quite an idea. Now if he could just get Severus to sing, too….
Simon sat next to Minerva later at lunch, rubbing his forehead to ease the headache that still lingered. He glanced over at Severus and saw him scowling back. He grinned and took a sip of his wine, knowing the greasy bastard hated seeing anyone happy.
“How is the choir auditions going, Simon?” Minerva asked with a slight smile. Simon sighed and put his goblet down.
“I’m going to have to weed out the horrible ones, Madame Headmistress. And to be honest, most of them are horrid. I wouldn’t let them hum to a baby.”
“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think, Simon?”
“Not as harsh as these students of yours. Maybe you should consider having a band instead.”
“The children are so looking forward to singing in a concert this spring.”
“You know, Severus might be able to help me out with this, Headmistress.”
“I don’t bloody well think so.” The potions master snarled from the other end of the long table, drawing the attention of numerous students, including the little Gryffindor Head Girl that had given him the idea of auditioning everyone individually. She caught his eye and waved up at him with a smile. Obviously, she didn’t know that he had been a Slytherin and a friend of sorts with Severus Snape.
“You know, Severus that is a wonderful idea. I remember how you enjoyed—.”
“No, Headmistress, I don’t think so. Thank you very much. I’m sure Mr. Cowl has everything well in hand.” Severus stood and left the Great Hall in a billow of his robes.
“He loves doing that, doesn’t he?”
“Adores it. So, any stand out singers, Simon?”
“That annoying Granger girl has a nice contralto. The Malfoy boy should have had his vocal cords cauterized at birth, though.” Simon shuddered at the memory of the boy’s solo. The Longbottom bloke has a good set of pipes too.” He grinned at the old Headmistress. “I really want to hear Severus sing again though. That would be a treat worth having come back to this old castle for.”
“No one hears him singing but his mirror now, sadly.”
Simon narrowed his eyes in thought. He wanted to hear his old friend sing again and he was damned determined to do it too.
~~~~TBC~~~~
Yeah, it's short, but I wanted to put feelers out on whether there might be readers for this. Read and Review please :-D.....cookie bribes are involved lol
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Marti!
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Simon Abdul Cowl sat in the Headmaster’s chair, one leg cocked over the arm, lazily swinging as he tried desperately to ignore the so-called singing before him. How the hell did Dumbledore find these squawking, screaming, off key heathens? Didn’t their parents tell them when they were younger to not even attempt to sing? He couldn’t believe the old wizard had found so many untalented students to sing in the choir.
“Mr. Cowl, how was that?” The blond Slytherin, his own House years ago, stepped forward. The little sycophant was already pissing him off, and he’d only been here half an hour.
“Mr. Malfoy, if I wanted your opinion, actually, I’ll never want your opinion or remarks directed at me so please go find someone else’s boots to lick You are to speak only when spoken to, remember that and you might survive the first year after graduation.” The snide singing director said in a bored tone, as if putting Draco Malfoy down with the other worms here wasn’t worth his full attention. He smirked and watched the Head Boy stalk back to the choir and take his place. He shoved his shoulder against the girl next to him who snarled something back and narrowed her eyes in anger.
“You lot are horrendous! I’ve heard Dementors moan ‘God Save The Queen’ better than that!”
“Maybe you need to hear each of us individually, Mr. Cowl.” The dark haired girl said from beside Malfoy.
“Maybe you shouldn’t just offer your opinion, Miss..?”
“That would be Miss Granger, Simon, Hogwarts’ resident Know-it-all.” Simon rolled his eyes as he heard his old school friend behind him, the head of Slytherin now. He dropped his leg and lowered his foot to the floor to turn towards that voice. Now if he could just get Severus to sing, then the concert would be tolerable at least. Severus leaned against the door watching the chorus rehearsal with amusement.
Simon would bet every knut he had along with every euro and every pound note that none of these students knew what kind of voice taught them potions every day. They’d probably be surprised to know that Severus Snape’s voice had won awards in his years at school before the Marauders had scared him away from the choir. Of course most of the children were interested only in Quiddich.
“Hello, Severus. Care to join the students, maybe give them a few pointers.”
“You’re out of your mind, Cowl.” Severus snarled and left just as quickly and quietly as he’d entered. Simon grinned and returned to the students. He cocked his head to the side and considered what the girl had said. It was quite an idea. Now if he could just get Severus to sing, too….
Simon sat next to Minerva later at lunch, rubbing his forehead to ease the headache that still lingered. He glanced over at Severus and saw him scowling back. He grinned and took a sip of his wine, knowing the greasy bastard hated seeing anyone happy.
“How is the choir auditions going, Simon?” Minerva asked with a slight smile. Simon sighed and put his goblet down.
“I’m going to have to weed out the horrible ones, Madame Headmistress. And to be honest, most of them are horrid. I wouldn’t let them hum to a baby.”
“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think, Simon?”
“Not as harsh as these students of yours. Maybe you should consider having a band instead.”
“The children are so looking forward to singing in a concert this spring.”
“You know, Severus might be able to help me out with this, Headmistress.”
“I don’t bloody well think so.” The potions master snarled from the other end of the long table, drawing the attention of numerous students, including the little Gryffindor Head Girl that had given him the idea of auditioning everyone individually. She caught his eye and waved up at him with a smile. Obviously, she didn’t know that he had been a Slytherin and a friend of sorts with Severus Snape.
“You know, Severus that is a wonderful idea. I remember how you enjoyed—.”
“No, Headmistress, I don’t think so. Thank you very much. I’m sure Mr. Cowl has everything well in hand.” Severus stood and left the Great Hall in a billow of his robes.
“He loves doing that, doesn’t he?”
“Adores it. So, any stand out singers, Simon?”
“That annoying Granger girl has a nice contralto. The Malfoy boy should have had his vocal cords cauterized at birth, though.” Simon shuddered at the memory of the boy’s solo. The Longbottom bloke has a good set of pipes too.” He grinned at the old Headmistress. “I really want to hear Severus sing again though. That would be a treat worth having come back to this old castle for.”
“No one hears him singing but his mirror now, sadly.”
Simon narrowed his eyes in thought. He wanted to hear his old friend sing again and he was damned determined to do it too.
~~~~TBC~~~~
Yeah, it's short, but I wanted to put feelers out on whether there might be readers for this. Read and Review please :-D.....cookie bribes are involved lol
m