Canon Bomb Diggy Red
one shot scene
Hermione couldn't help but state at her two best friends. Intelligent brown eyes struggling to compute the scene in front of her.
Harry came piping into the Common Room in baggy jeans that went past his waist to show off his unders whilst wearing an overly large hooded jumper. His messy black hair escaped from beneath a red cap that had it's Tom backwards from his face. Ron was a different matter wearing similar clothes with the exception of wearing sunglasses and a large golden chain with a lion hanging off it. Dean Thomas - the usually quiet and amicable first year also wore similar attire. His smile was wide as both he and the other two younger Gryffindors waved a wand and placed what could be seen to all as cardboard on the ground.
Lavender who had been sitting next to Pavarti poring over Witch Weekly asked her what was happening. Before she could speak the Weasley twins came in with a large wizard radio between the pair of them, drumming the sides with their fingers. The radio was levitating and they both looked ridiculous in a similar get up but instead of jumpers they wore baggy best tips that was half-halfheartedly tucked into their pants.
That's when Dean put his hand to his lips and started an off beat reading noise. This in turn had everyone watching as the boys seemed to put on a real show. Harry started clapping and swaying oddly. The twins stood with arms crossed over their chest attempting to look impressive. The real fire house was the usually adorable (not that she would ever tell him that) boy they had placed in the middle.
"Yo, I'm a real ginger - so please shut up, please shut up." Ron started. "Please shut up."
Hermione groaned. She knew then that she shouldn't have introduced the boys to Muffle entertainment. She wanted to hide beneath her Hogwarts a History. Ron's dulcet 12-year-old tenor doused that opportunity as everyone around her started to giggle with amusement.
"Yo lions, I come from a big family, they say we're the Weasleys who burrow underground but y'all know us redheads get around. Yeah don't underestimate us, we got skills better than Midas. Uh and we don't really care because we don't scare easily, no way. We doin' magic always! Say what!"
The hook was infinitely worse.
"Yo I'm Ron Weasley and I'm not so measly so if you like gingers then put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up. Uh."
It repeated and for some reason the whole Common Room exploded in cheers. After that Harry took to rapping which invited the crowd more.
"Uh, they call me the Boy who lived and I make dark lords quake and livid. Yo they got nothin' on my best mate, he'll kick y'all back to a Trollish grade. See he is the Canon Bomb Diggy Red, don't snooze or y'all be pranked in your bed."
Hermione resolved to introduce them to the classic muggle rock music her father loved. At least Led Zeppelin would be better evolved than this - whatever this was - although she snuck a glance at Ginny. The little red head was blushing and catcalling Dean on even if she continually kept looking towards Harry. The most intelligent witch of her year just shook her head and sighed. Little moments, indeed, all in the little moments.
Author's Note: And Hamilton! That's where this came from.
