HP_100Songs: Entry 008
TITLE: Foot Loose
SONG: #96 - Give It To Me (Sung By Timbaland, Justin Timberlake, Nelly Furtado)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
WORD COUNT: 1,390
SUMMARY: Unexpectedly Hermione lets loose with some Muggle friends back home.
DISCLAIMER: NONE
“I still can’t believe you’ve never been here before!” Parker screamed over the music playing in the club. While Harry had the distinction of being “the one who lived”, and Ron had always had a love-hate relationship, Peter was unlike any boy she went to school with. He wore a replica of a white Manchester United soccer jersey, and jeans that were way more fashionable than she was used to seeing at Hogwarts. He looked trendy, like the boys she’d seen on the cover of magazines in the shops in London. He looked like a Muggle.
Hermione nodded at him wishing for a moment that there was a spell that would make the noise in the room go away so that she could hear him better. There probably was, but of course she hadn’t learned that yet and even if she had learned it the Improper Use of Magic Office would surely find her even before the words were out of her mouth and send her away for using magic in front of a Smuggle.
It had already been a long day, starting out with a Floo Powder trip to the Leaky Caldron where her father had picked her up in his car, taken her to lunch, then home to change into more Muggle-appropriate clothing for the party.
It was the first time in weeks she had been out of her school uniform or the long pants she normally wore around school. She’d chosen something that looked like what she imagined other people would be wearing and while her parents thought it might be a little too revealing for her age, insisting she take a sweater along with her, she set out for an afternoon and evening of fun away from Hogwarts and anyone associated with it.
From home, she got a ride and spent the afternoon at Parker’s house.
Initially when she’d arrived she felt a little out of it. Everyone wanted to know how school was going. The boys wanted to know if they had good sports teams at her school and the girls wanted to know if there were any cute boys. She was used to this kind of questioning and answered all their questions without revealing anything that might bring trouble upon her later. She even revealed a little about Ron, but changed his name to protect him from anything that these people might say later.
Before long a group of them decided to go dancing. Dancing wasn’t normally what Hogwarts students did. Of course they knew how to dance, but it was just different. Although she tried to hide her nervousness about the whole ordeal, it really wasn’t something she had counted on doing. No one else seemed to be worried about wearing jeans and sweaters to the club so she didn’t either.
Dance clubs were definitely a new experience for her. Normally in the summers she spent time reading, riding her bike, and swimming in the neighborhood pool. She had contact with other Muggle children, hence the invitation to the party, but she wasn’t always up to date with what they were interested in, since none of that seemed important when she was in the wizarding world. Now she was standing smack dab in the middle of one of London’s best under-aged clubs with a group of kids who were dressed way beyond their years. While they had all shown up at the party in sweaters and jeans, it was clear that she had picked right. The moment they were inside, their sweaters were stripped off to reveal spaghetti strapped shirts or shirts that revealed more skin that she’d seen students back at school ever reveal.
She never had wanted so badly to be in the wizarding world. At least there it wasn’t about how short your skirt was or how low your shirt was. It was a confusing evening for her. She had always thought of London and her parents as being home, but now she longed for school and the people there.
“Come on and dance,” Parker urged her, tugging on her hand. She hadn’t even noticed him taking it, but now that she did see that he was holding onto her, she thought about the two other boys she’d held hands with in the past. Ron maybe didn’t count since most the times that they had held hands they’d been too distracted by the danger they were in to pay attention to each other.
And then there was Viktor.
Viktor’s hands, while gentle with hers, had felt like sandpaper. His athletic history and his upbringing had caused rough calluses to form on his hands. The pressure he used was light, but it was clear that he was more comfortable holding onto a broom or a ball or a bat rather than a girl’s hand.
She nodded at Peter and put the drink down she’d been holding. She wove her way through the crowd, holding his hand and eventually ended up on the dance floor. She wasn’t sure that her waltzing lessons before the Yule Ball would help her here, but she found a beat to dance to and even started to enjoy herself.
“There you go,” he said with a smile at her as they danced.
To an outsider there would be nothing strange about Parker and Hermione dancing, but Hermione couldn’t help but to think of Ron. She thought for a moment that she’d seen him in the crowd, but it had only been a red-headed look-a-like that she’d seen. He turned out to look nothing like Ron from the front, even if he’d looked almost exactly him from behind.
When her group of friends started dancing to a new song, she found herself falling in love with it. There was a certain part where a girl was singing that somehow hit home with her.
[Nelly Furtado]
I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye
I'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm fly
Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope
I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope
I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami
Amnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on lock
love my ass and my abs in the video of "Promiscuous"
My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
Letting her mind clear she concentrated only on the beat of the song and the words and the smiles of the people around her. It had been so long since she’d had a truly great evening without having to think about Lord Voldemort, Harry, homework, or Ron.
She didn’t know if there was any music in the wizarding world that was so empowering. She’d always felt pretty secure with herself or she tended to fake it well when she wasn’t. She even made a mental note to try to get a CD of the song before she headed back to school.
“Come here,” Peter said when she was done dancing to the song. He pulled over to a corner and stood there staring at her for a long time before he made a move towards her. She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but when his lips pressed against hers, she found herself kissing him back.
When he pulled back from her he smiled at her and said into her ear, “I’ve been wanting to do that for about a year now.”
Her eyes opened widely, not in shock from his words, but from the image that was just over Peter’s shoulder.
Ron was standing there behind him staring at her and he didn’t look too pleased.
When she finally blinked she opened her eyes again to find no one standing behind Peter. She didn’t know if it was her boggart again or if it was just some sick illusion she’d imagined. Either way, the message was clear. She shouldn’t be kissing Peter, no matter how innocent it might be. If she could deal with Ron and all that came with him, she surely shouldn’t be kissing other boys.
Her legs seemed to realize what happened and she felt herself fall a bit. Being the gentleman that he was Peter caught her as she was about to fall.
“You ok?” he asked.
“Just lost my footing,” she said, “I’ll be ok in a minute.”
Give It To Me Lyrics
Artist(Band):Timbaland
[Timbaland]
Is it going? Is it going?
Is it going? Is it going?
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
ooooh yupper
[Nelly Furtado]
I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye
I'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm fly
Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope
I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope
I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami
Amnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on lock
love my ass and my abs in the video of "Promiscuous"
My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
[Nelly + (Justin)]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Timbaland]
When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
I get a half a mil' for my beats, you get a couple gra-an-and
Never gon' see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan
I'm a real producer and you just a piano man
Your songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-an
Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
Somebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can
[Nelly + (Justin)]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Justin Timberlake]
Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, I don't think you came in clear
When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here
I saw you tryin' to act cute on TV, "Just let me clear the air..."
We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there
If se-sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi-it-it
Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say
[Nelly + Justin]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Nelly (Justin)]
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Repeat
[Nelly + Justin]
... club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Want to read more? Go here.
SONG: #96 - Give It To Me (Sung By Timbaland, Justin Timberlake, Nelly Furtado)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
WORD COUNT: 1,390
SUMMARY: Unexpectedly Hermione lets loose with some Muggle friends back home.
DISCLAIMER: NONE
“I still can’t believe you’ve never been here before!” Parker screamed over the music playing in the club. While Harry had the distinction of being “the one who lived”, and Ron had always had a love-hate relationship, Peter was unlike any boy she went to school with. He wore a replica of a white Manchester United soccer jersey, and jeans that were way more fashionable than she was used to seeing at Hogwarts. He looked trendy, like the boys she’d seen on the cover of magazines in the shops in London. He looked like a Muggle.
Hermione nodded at him wishing for a moment that there was a spell that would make the noise in the room go away so that she could hear him better. There probably was, but of course she hadn’t learned that yet and even if she had learned it the Improper Use of Magic Office would surely find her even before the words were out of her mouth and send her away for using magic in front of a Smuggle.
It had already been a long day, starting out with a Floo Powder trip to the Leaky Caldron where her father had picked her up in his car, taken her to lunch, then home to change into more Muggle-appropriate clothing for the party.
It was the first time in weeks she had been out of her school uniform or the long pants she normally wore around school. She’d chosen something that looked like what she imagined other people would be wearing and while her parents thought it might be a little too revealing for her age, insisting she take a sweater along with her, she set out for an afternoon and evening of fun away from Hogwarts and anyone associated with it.
From home, she got a ride and spent the afternoon at Parker’s house.
Initially when she’d arrived she felt a little out of it. Everyone wanted to know how school was going. The boys wanted to know if they had good sports teams at her school and the girls wanted to know if there were any cute boys. She was used to this kind of questioning and answered all their questions without revealing anything that might bring trouble upon her later. She even revealed a little about Ron, but changed his name to protect him from anything that these people might say later.
Before long a group of them decided to go dancing. Dancing wasn’t normally what Hogwarts students did. Of course they knew how to dance, but it was just different. Although she tried to hide her nervousness about the whole ordeal, it really wasn’t something she had counted on doing. No one else seemed to be worried about wearing jeans and sweaters to the club so she didn’t either.
Dance clubs were definitely a new experience for her. Normally in the summers she spent time reading, riding her bike, and swimming in the neighborhood pool. She had contact with other Muggle children, hence the invitation to the party, but she wasn’t always up to date with what they were interested in, since none of that seemed important when she was in the wizarding world. Now she was standing smack dab in the middle of one of London’s best under-aged clubs with a group of kids who were dressed way beyond their years. While they had all shown up at the party in sweaters and jeans, it was clear that she had picked right. The moment they were inside, their sweaters were stripped off to reveal spaghetti strapped shirts or shirts that revealed more skin that she’d seen students back at school ever reveal.
She never had wanted so badly to be in the wizarding world. At least there it wasn’t about how short your skirt was or how low your shirt was. It was a confusing evening for her. She had always thought of London and her parents as being home, but now she longed for school and the people there.
“Come on and dance,” Parker urged her, tugging on her hand. She hadn’t even noticed him taking it, but now that she did see that he was holding onto her, she thought about the two other boys she’d held hands with in the past. Ron maybe didn’t count since most the times that they had held hands they’d been too distracted by the danger they were in to pay attention to each other.
And then there was Viktor.
Viktor’s hands, while gentle with hers, had felt like sandpaper. His athletic history and his upbringing had caused rough calluses to form on his hands. The pressure he used was light, but it was clear that he was more comfortable holding onto a broom or a ball or a bat rather than a girl’s hand.
She nodded at Peter and put the drink down she’d been holding. She wove her way through the crowd, holding his hand and eventually ended up on the dance floor. She wasn’t sure that her waltzing lessons before the Yule Ball would help her here, but she found a beat to dance to and even started to enjoy herself.
“There you go,” he said with a smile at her as they danced.
To an outsider there would be nothing strange about Parker and Hermione dancing, but Hermione couldn’t help but to think of Ron. She thought for a moment that she’d seen him in the crowd, but it had only been a red-headed look-a-like that she’d seen. He turned out to look nothing like Ron from the front, even if he’d looked almost exactly him from behind.
When her group of friends started dancing to a new song, she found herself falling in love with it. There was a certain part where a girl was singing that somehow hit home with her.
[Nelly Furtado]
I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye
I'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm fly
Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope
I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope
I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami
Amnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on lock
love my ass and my abs in the video of "Promiscuous"
My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
Letting her mind clear she concentrated only on the beat of the song and the words and the smiles of the people around her. It had been so long since she’d had a truly great evening without having to think about Lord Voldemort, Harry, homework, or Ron.
She didn’t know if there was any music in the wizarding world that was so empowering. She’d always felt pretty secure with herself or she tended to fake it well when she wasn’t. She even made a mental note to try to get a CD of the song before she headed back to school.
“Come here,” Peter said when she was done dancing to the song. He pulled over to a corner and stood there staring at her for a long time before he made a move towards her. She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but when his lips pressed against hers, she found herself kissing him back.
When he pulled back from her he smiled at her and said into her ear, “I’ve been wanting to do that for about a year now.”
Her eyes opened widely, not in shock from his words, but from the image that was just over Peter’s shoulder.
Ron was standing there behind him staring at her and he didn’t look too pleased.
When she finally blinked she opened her eyes again to find no one standing behind Peter. She didn’t know if it was her boggart again or if it was just some sick illusion she’d imagined. Either way, the message was clear. She shouldn’t be kissing Peter, no matter how innocent it might be. If she could deal with Ron and all that came with him, she surely shouldn’t be kissing other boys.
Her legs seemed to realize what happened and she felt herself fall a bit. Being the gentleman that he was Peter caught her as she was about to fall.
“You ok?” he asked.
“Just lost my footing,” she said, “I’ll be ok in a minute.”
Give It To Me Lyrics
Artist(Band):Timbaland
[Timbaland]
Is it going? Is it going?
Is it going? Is it going?
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
ooooh yupper
[Nelly Furtado]
I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye
I'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm fly
Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope
I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope
I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami
Amnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on lock
love my ass and my abs in the video of "Promiscuous"
My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
[Nelly + (Justin)]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Timbaland]
When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
I get a half a mil' for my beats, you get a couple gra-an-and
Never gon' see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan
I'm a real producer and you just a piano man
Your songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-an
Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
Somebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can
[Nelly + (Justin)]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Justin Timberlake]
Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, I don't think you came in clear
When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here
I saw you tryin' to act cute on TV, "Just let me clear the air..."
We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there
If se-sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi-it-it
Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say
[Nelly + Justin]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Nelly (Justin)]
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Repeat
[Nelly + Justin]
... club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Want to read more? Go here.