Authors note: So. This has been my comfort zone for the last nine months. You could think of this as my baby. At the end, I had to finish it, as a way to get over my writer's block. And now I'm delivering it to you. What a disturbing analogy.

Anyways. These drabbles/ficlets are all based on each of the songs in this video www. (collegehumor) .com/video: (1903319) (without the blanks and parenteses). There are only one or two songfics though (depending on how loosely you define "songfic". And I know I said none in the summary but 6% is almost none), and the extent to which the rest of them are "based on" vary a lot. You could say I've made up my own definition of "based on". Basically, this is just 32 scenes I've had in my head and now I've written them down, sometimes with the line of some lyrics or another to make it wittier, angstier or more dramatic.

Pairings will vary between Harry/Draco, Harry/Charlie, Teddy/James and Albus/Scorpius. Pairing, words and rating will be stated with each chapter.

Millions of thanks to Vendelin, who has cheered me on during endless nights of writer's block on my project-for-curing-writer's-block, and to Meglio for the beta work!

1. She told me her name was Billie Jean

She told me her name was Billie Jean
and she caused a scene
then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
who will dance on the floor in the round
- Billie Jean (Michael Jackson)

Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance/drama
Words: 476

Charlie was waiting for him when he came home, leaning against the kitchen counter with a stern expression.

"What did you do?" was his way of a greeting. Harry sighed and slumped down on one of the chairs.

"I didn't do anything." He answered.

"Oh, right. So I get wakened in the middle of the night by Ron floo calling me because you didn't do anything. That makes perfect sense."

"Did Ron tell you what actually happened, or did he leave out that part, just so you could get mad at me for making it to the news again?" Harry snapped. Charlie's expression softened and he looked a bit guilty.

"He didn't really... tell me anything. I just..."

"You just assumed that it was me again, although there hasn't been a single thing about me since the out of the closet-piece? How about you give me the benefit of a doubt, Charlie? I thought you trusted me." Harry laid his forehead against the kitchen table, enjoying the feel of the cool surface. He felt Charlie move and sit down beside him and place a hand on his back.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I trust you, I do, I just... I got jealous. I am jealous." Harry snorted.
"About what? Me making it to The Daily Prophet's front page again? Or the fact that I'm unable to go out for a night without some crazy chick harassing me? Trust me, you can have that from me any day."

"No, I'm jealous because I want you for myself. I don't want anybody else touching you". Charlie moved his arm around Harry's waist and hugged him, for good measure. He moved in and placed a kiss on his ear, neck and cheek. "Please love. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at those girls, thinking they have the right to make a move on you." Harry leaned in to the touch and rested his head on Charlie's shoulder.

"I get it. I want to promise that it won't happen again, but I can't do that. I still want to be able to leave the house, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I guess I'll just have to come along the next time then." That earned him a kiss. "So. How about you tell me the story as it happened, and not as I will read it in the Prophet tomorrow?" Harry shifted to a more comfortable position and sighed.

"Okay. I was just standing there, talking to Ron, when she came up to me. She told me her name was Billie Jean, and she was really nice and we got up on the dance floor. Then she went all crazy and caused a scene-"

"And every head turned, with eyes that dreamed of being the one who would dance on the floor with the Chosen One."

"...yeah. Something like that."