This is my second story, and I'm afraid it is probably not very good. I own nothing of Harry Potter or A Very Potter Musical. :) -

Harry was shivering. He had just ran a practice with his team for several hours in the weather that always seemed to be awful when you wanted to play quiddich. He decided to go hit the changing room showers. Usually, the showers were deserted as the whole room fogs up horribly, and large spiders like to chill out in the corners and lunge at your feet. So you were blind with a bunch of vicious spiders. Gross, right? At least that's what Ron says. But usually, Ron makes Harry kill all the spiders in the room first.

Harry trudged toward the changing room with Ron as quickly as possible and set down his precious Firebolt. Ron stole a towel and with a hasty goodbye said he was going to shower in the dorms. Now alone, Harry began to make his way towards a shower cubicle and began to strip. The blast of hot water poured down his back and he shivered uncontrollably. The water helped to loosen up muscles and make for a much less crankier Harry.

Feeling very happy, he began to hum a tune while he shampooed his hair which had currently taken the shape of a small afro. He started to hum a bit louder. "La la la... LA LA LA..." Harry laughed and rinsed out the shampoo. He decided to make up a little song about his life, just because he was Harry Potter.

"Underneath these stairs, I hear the sneers and feel the glares of my cousin, my uncle and my aunt..." Pretty good, thought Harry. He didn't hear the door open and Ron reenter over his humming and the water puring doown noisily. So he carried on.

"Can't believe how cruel they are

and it stings my lighting scar

to know they'll never ever give me what I want." Harry got decidedly louder.

Meanwhile, Ron had stopped in his tracks to listen to Harry singing. He's not bad thought Ron.

"And I know I don't deserve these

stupid rules made by the Dursleys

here on Privet drive."

"Can't take all of these muggles,

But despite all of my struggles,

I'm still alive."

"I'm sick of summer and this waiting around.

Man, it's September, and I'm skipping this town

Hey i'ts no mystery, there's nothing here for me now"

"I gotta get back to Hogwarts,

I gotta get back to school.

I gotta get myself to Hogwarts,

where everybody knows I'm cool."

He drew out the word cool and Ron couldn't hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing. Harry stopped dead and called out, "Mate? It that you Ron? Not cool man.." He grabbed a towel and ran out into the fog. Ron was positively howling by now. "I didn't know you could sing", Ron managed to choke out. Harry blushed bright red and gave Ron the finger.

The walk back to the castle was very awkward, indeed.

"So... "

"Uhm... Yeah?" answered Harry.

"Where did you learn to sing like that?"

"I dunno, I always sing in the shower. The one in the dorms is soundproofed though."

"Oh. M'kay. You think you can... I dunno... sing that one again for m-" "no."

Ron frowned in defeat.