I was in an uber-fluff mood, and having a old-school music festival. Never a good idea. This is the result. The characters all belong to JKR and the songs all belong to whoever wrote them. Bottom line is, they're not mine! Enjoy.
Ron's mum met him, Hermione, and Harry on the porch. "Oh, good, you're back! Thank goodness--your father's brought something home and honestly, I don't want to have a thing to do with it. Would you distract him for a bit? I need to get dinner made."
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry and Hermione, and went inside. "What'd you find, Dad?" His dad's fascination with Muggle things mystified him, but occasionally he did find something interesting.
"It's a Muggle radio," his dad told them, peering at it. "Harry, Hermione, help me out, would you? How do you make it go?"
"The same way you turn on the one you have, I suppose," Harry said, leaning over to have a look.
Ron's dad flicked his wand at it. Nothing happened.
"No, you have to plug it in," Hermione said.
His dad's eyes lit. "Ah! It uses eclecticity!" He found the cord and then the plug. "I might have known. Molly--"
"No," his mum said firmly. "No eccentricity--"
"Eclecticity!"
"--or whatever in this house!"
Hermione poked at the back. "Here, there's a space for batteries."
His dad looked to his mum, and the look on his face was strongly reminiscent of the twins being charming. "You can't possibly object to batteries, Molly dear," he said wheedlingly. "What harm can it do?"
Her mouth opened and closed, and she threw her hands in the air. "All right, all right. Batteries for the radio."
The batteries were retrieved from the garage, tried, and discarded when it was found that they were dead. Another set was the wrong size. The third time, however, was the charm.
At first, all they got was static, even after Hermione discovered the antenna. Ron's dad fiddled with the various knobs as Hermione directed, the familiar look of happy absorption stealing over his face.
"Oh--wait--I think I've got something . . ." He propped the radio up on the table as cheery music bounced out.
The world still is the same
you never change it
as sure as the stars shine above
you're nobody 'til somebody loves you
so find yourself somebody to love!
"Who's that?" Ron asked Harry, and got a shrug in return.
"I've never heard it," Harry said.
Hermione crossed her arms. "Don't you two ever listen to the radio? It's Dean Martin."
Everyone looked blankly at Hermione. She gave a huff of breath. "He's a Muggle, an American singer from about fifty years ago. He's wonderful."
The announcer came on and said, "And that was Dean Martin with 'You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You'. This is the August Dance and Romance Weekend on Radio Kent, and up next is an old favorite for all you dueling lovers out there. Here's Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald singing 'Let's Call the Whole Thing Off'."