A/N: So… I did something silly and I am completely and totally blaming TalaDentro…because it really is all her fault. Ya see…she has this OCD thing where she has to have a number of stories that is a multiple of five. And she tends to rub off on me. A lot. Anyways, this past weekend, I was forced to participate in National Qualifying Congress one more SUPER nerdy kid could go. I did what I was supposed to, gave two speeches and didn't suppress the rights of the minority. The rest of the boredom that incurred by the left over hours resulted in this story AND the need created by TD to have an even number of stories. This makes 13.

….See what I did there? I made the ramble make sense…and tie into itself.

Beta: TalaDentro…cuz it's ALL her fault.

He didn't have a choice. There was nothing he could have done to prevent it. But Ron didn't believe him. And McGonagall had already made up her mind.

But the worst part was that Ron blamed him. He thought it was all his fault. Actually, he "knew" in his mind and in his heart that Harry was at fault.

"I didn't do it. Fred did! And for the record, I still believe this is all bloody ridiculous." Harry said for what seemed like the 12th time that day.

"It couldn't have been Fred! He's in London!" Ron countered.

"He's a damn wizard! He can apparate!"

"We're on Hogwarts grounds, you git!"

"Boys! Stop arguing and pay attention!" Professor McGonagall called.

"Sorry, Professor." The boys replied in an almost perfect unison.

"Good. Now class, as final exams are quickly approaching, we really need to perfect this. We have two weeks in which we must buckle down! Places!"

"At least it will be over soon." Harry mumbled as everyone walked to their places. McGonagall gestured for everyone to begin as music from an indiscernible location began at the wave of her wand. The girls began to move around the room with absolute grace. A quick glare from McGonagall told the boys to join them, weaving in and out of taffeta mountains.

After an hour had passed, and it was finally over, everyone left while Harry and Ron continued their argument.

"I'm also suffering the consequences, here, if you hadn't noticed." Harry said. "Why would I do something that I'd get punished for too?"

"Unforeseen problematicness." Ron replied.

"Is that even a word?" Harry shook his head and refocused on the issue at hand, "Why can't you just get over it? We can just serve our punishment and be mates again."

"Harry….I'm wearing man tights. I am running around pretending to be a swan. I am twirling and plie-ying more than any man should twirl or plie! I bloody know what plie means! So no. I can't." Ron started down the corridor, quite dramatically.

"Fine. But I hope you know that you have forced me to do this!"

"Do what?" Ron called, not stopping his dramatic exit.

"Why do you build me up, Buttercup baby, just to let me down and mess me around?" Harry sang, his voice bouncing off the corridor walls.

"Don't do it, Harry." Ron said, stopped in his tracks.

"And then worst of all, you never call, baby, when you say you will. But I love you still."

"I need you. I need you, more than anyone darling." Ron cut in, turning around.

"So, build me up." Sang Harry.

"Build me up."

"Buttercup, don't break my heart." They finished together, an epic fist bump cementing their reunion.

"Fine. We're mates again."

"Do you believe this is all Fred's doing?"

"No. I still blame you."

"At least we don't to wear the tutus."

"This is true, my friend."