A/N
I wasn't in the mood to write BNW, so I went with something different.
Wrote a drabble with this song last night, and the idea tickled my fancy so much I really wanted to extend it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter. The wonderful JKR simply allows us to play with them in ways many consider blasphemous.
Hermione pushed open the front door of her house and looked around, hoping to see the familar face of her husband. She couldn't locate him, but she could hear a thumping noise somewhere in the house.
Wand at the ready, Hermione crept through the house towards the noise, eventually making her way to the master bedroom. Peeking thorugh the open door, she was met with the last thing she expected.
"I've got this feeling," Draco muttered, moving his legs around strangely.
Wondering what on earth he was doing, Hermione waited at the door until she could work it out.
"That time's just holding me down," he continued, getting louder and waving his arms in a downwards motion. Hermione held back a laugh at her husband's attempt at dancing.
"I'll hit the ceiling," he sung, moving his arms up towards the ceiling, wiggling his hips.
"Or else I'll tear up this tooooowwwwnnn!" he sung loudly, swinging his hips with ten times more enthusiam as before.
He suddenly stopped his dancing , standing still with his hands at his sides.
"Now I gotta cut loose," he bellowed, resuming his 'dancing'.
"Footloose. Kick off the Sunday shoes," he sung, indeed kicking off his shoes as he shuffled his feet.
Hermione could contain her amusement no longer and let out a loud guffaw. Unfortunately, Draco heard, but being Draco he refused to admit his embarrassment. Instead he got down on his knees and continued singing.
"Please, Lousie, pull me off of my knees," he sung. He shuffled towards her, still on his knees. She grinned at her husbands antics, and made a decision.
"Jack, get back," Hermione sung, putting her hands out and pushing him backwards. "come on before we crack."
Draco grinned, got up from his position on the the floor and together they sung the last line.
"Lose, your blues," they sung, feigning tears.
"Everybody cut footloose!"