Hogwarts Talent Show Headcanon
Yes, yes this is sorta like my karaoke headcanon but it's different enough so whatever lol. Enjoy! Takes place after the war, so 8th year.
To promote inter-house unity, McGonagall announces the First Annual Hogwarts Talent Show.
Everyone thinks it sounds lame at first, but most of them are intrigued enough to try it once McGonagall says that the winning act will get a prize of a free dinner for two in Hogsmeade.
Everyone will vote on their favorite act, but they vote on parchment that's magically charmed to prevent them from voting for themselves.
Ron burps the alphabet (He can totally do this how is this not canon? It's honestly like 30% of the reason why Hermione broke up with him shortly after the war ended.)
Hermione demonstrates a series of obscure but useful spells to make life easier that she read in random books in the Restricted Section. McGonagall raises an eyebrow knowingly at Hermione as she walks off the stage and Hermione doesn't meet her eyes.
Luna plays the recorder, and it moves a few people to tears with how surprisingly beautiful it is. When she finishes the song, she just smiles at the audience and walks off before they can applaud.
Seamus and Dean partner up for an act. Seamus is center stage, sitting on a stool and holding a banana. Dean is off stage with a microphone, narrating and adding dramatic commentary as Seamus nonchalantly peels and eats the banana. It's the funniest act of the night.
Neville is a surprisingly good DJ. He shows off his remixes and mashups and they're really fun; after the show, McGonagall asks him to be the DJ for the Yule Ball.
Pansy and Draco perform a lip-sync to the "Me Against the Music" by Britney Spears. Ron doesn't notice the way that both Hermione and Harry both go wide-eyed and blush during the performance.
Finally, it's Harry's turn.
Harry walks on stage and grins at the audience.
"For those of us who grew up in Muggle households, it came as quite a shock to find that not only was magic real but that we were magical. We heard of Muggle magicians who performed sleight-of-hand tricks for entertainment, and while the average Muggle couldn't tell you how it was performed, no one believes that magic is real."
"Well today," Harry says with a smirk. "I'm going to bring a bit of Muggle magic to Hogwarts. But I'll need a volunteer."
Countless hands shoot up in the air as students clamor and shout for Harry to notice them, to pick them. While McGonagall tries to settle them down, Harry's eyes search the crowd, overlooking every waving arm to find—
Draco looks up with a start, trying valiantly not to blush as the entire school stares at him with a mix of shock and jealousy.
Draco shakes his head "Er, Potter, I don't—"
"C'mon Malfoy, what, are you scared?"
As a wave of "Ooohhh"s ripples through the audience, Draco clenches his jaw. "You wish."
Everyone whispers fervently as Draco walks onto the stage to greet Harry, who grins.
"Alright, Malfoy," Harry reaches into his pocket to reveal a deck of cards, which he fans out in his hand in front of Draco. "Pick a card, any card, and don't tell me what it is."
Draco raises an eyebrow, but he selects a random card and examines it; a king of hearts.
"Have you got a good look?"
Draco grits his teeth but nods.
"Good, now put it back." Harry offers the deck for Draco to easily slide the card back with the others.
Draco watches, fascinated, as Harry shuffles the deck. Draco tries to listen to what Harry is muttering about; something about the importance of 'building bridges' and 'healing.' But all Draco can focus on is the easy, practiced way Harry's hands manipulate and shuffle the cards.
Finally, Harry holds out the deck in one hand and uses the other to wave over it. "Abracadabra," he says dramatically, staring intently at the cards as if they hold the secrets to the universe.
Harry steadfastly ignores the mix of bewilderment and suspicion on Draco's face. "Go on, choose another card."
Draco picks one; it’s the ten of spades.
"Is that your card?" Harry asks hopefully.
"No," Draco can’t suppress a satisfied smirk as he shows the wrong card to Harry.
Harry frowns. "Hmm...Okay, let's try again." He clears his throat and repeats the same action as before, this time enunciating the "Abracadabra" a bit more clearly. Satisfied, he looks back up at Draco expectantly. "Pick another, please."
Draco rolls his eyes, but he reached into the deck and pulls a four of diamonds.
Harry looks so defeated, Draco has to suppress it when he feels his chest twinge in sympathy.
"Damn. I really wanted to get you that card back," Harry says mournfully.
Draco rolls his eyes. "Yes, so did I. I was quite fond of it."
"Oh, wait, actually, I think I can help you there. Check your pocket for me, would you?"
Draco furrows his eyebrows but he reaches into his pockets, his eyes widening when his right hand clasps a flimsy, smooth plastic card.
He takes it out and gapes at it in astonishment as the words, "Dinner?" flash and settle into the king of hearts. Draco looks up at Harry, who smiles sheepishly.
"So, Malfoy? Was that your card?"
"Yeah," Draco breathes, nodding quickly.
Harry grins. "So...is that a yes, then?"
Two nights later, Harry and Draco sit in a corner booth at the Three Broomsticks. Harry reaches gently behind Draco's ear to reveal a galleon.
Draco surges forward and kisses Harry, and all Harry can think is, Abracadabra, indeed.
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