Disclaimer: Wow….I need a life….I do not own Harry Potter or anything else mentioned in this…
Okay, so maybe me being bored and listening to music is not the best of plans…..Random thought that crossed my mind and I thought it would be a good idea to write a one-shot about it. I think I shouldn't be allowed to do that anymore, haha. Oh well, it's good for a laugh. Please review?
"Er, Harry?" Ron asked, eyes wide as he opened the door to the Gryffindor boy's dorms.
Harry jumped and his face turned a deeper red than Ron's hair as he hurriedly sat on his bed. "Yes?"
"Um…What were you just doing?" Ron asked, walking cautiously into the room as if Harry had a contagious disease.
"N-nothing," Harry stammered, not able to look his friend in the face.
"Mate, I think we both know what was going on," Ron muttered.
"Don't tell anyone," Harry begged.
"I won't," Ron promised, his ears going red. "But…Why were you doing it?"
"I honestly don't know," Harry said after a moment of thought. "I guess because I like it."
Ron's ears turned a deeper red. "Can you teach me?"
"Of course I can," Harry said, smiling slightly.
"Thanks," Ron muttered. "But we can't tell Hermione."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry said.
"We'd never hear the end of it if we did," Ron said.
Harry nodded. "Ready to start learning?"
"Yes," Ron said, watching as Harry demonstrated the moves and then imitating them. "Like this?"
"Exactly," Harry said. "Now we put it to the music…."
Ron waited as Harry set up the Muggle Radio and turned on the music. Beyonce's "Single Ladies" came on and the two boys started dancing.