A/N: YAYA! Second chapter, woooooooooooot.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, or the places, or the objects, or anything that isn't mine. I also don't own the lyrics to the song, or Justin Bieber's Cds. Don't judge me if I get the lyrics wrong, I don't know them off by heart.

"Oh, my, god." said the two youngest Weasleys in unison. Their jaws were on the floor, quite literally, but that was because they were both lying down while they spied on Harry.

And they were surprised at what they found.

He was dancing around while he listened to the wizard radio. They were playing muggle music, just for kicks, and Harry really seemed to be enjoying it.

Ron and Ginny giggled.

And I was like,

Baby, baby, baby, ohh

Like, baby, baby, baby, no,

My baby, baby ,baby, ohh

Thought you'd always be mine, mine.

Theye were laughing at both the lyrics and at Harry's atrocious dance moves.

He was doing some strange thing in which he slid back on one foot while kicking the other foot out. While he did this, his thumbs were thrown back over his shoulder. He was biting his lipand shutting his eyes tight and throwing his strange new hair around. His hair was all of a sudden very straight all the time. He had explained that he was trying the "Jumping Beaver" look or something. All Ginny knew was that it was super duper swishy now, and that was a plus. But her own straightener had mysteriously disappeared recently, and she was disappointed that they both couldn't have awesome hair.

The music stopped and Harry stopped his offensive dancing. He threw his head back, and his hair was sent flying around his head. Ginny then realised that it was an attempt to get it out of his eyes.

He saw them. Oops.

"Wh- what are you doing here?" he said, stuttering.

Ron snickered. "Nuthin, buddy. We just got here."

Harry narrowed his absurdly green eyes. He was about to say something when the door opened quickly and Hermione ran in.

"HARRY! NOOO!" she screamed, and she tackled him.

"Hermione! What the-"

"SOMEBODY GET MADAM POMFREY! HE'S SICK!" she screamed, looking crazy.

Ron just calmly said: "With what?"

Hermione shuddered. She lowered her voice, though she was still pinning down the struggling boy.

"Bieber Fever." she breathed.

A gasp.

"Yes, yes, I'm afraid It's a very serious case. He'll need to stay in the hospital wing for a while," said the Medi-witch, as she hustled around with various potions and lozenges in her hands. "I have just the thing, though. Come with me, mister Potter."

Harry followed her over to a bed. He sat on the edge of it, bopping his head to a song no-one else could hear.

"The headmaster has given me permission to let this one part of the castle be safe from magical interference. I have a plug here, see." she said. She plugged in a radio into the outlet and showed Harry three Cds.

"Which one would you like to listen to first? My World, My World 2.0 or My World: Acoustic Version?"

Harry considered his options for a while, before pointing to the CD cover in the middle. Madam Pomfrey nodded.

"Wow, look at this. My World, My World, Me, Me, Me. This guy sounds like a keeper." said Ron. No one laughed. Harry looked deeply offended, and Hermione and Ginny were too concerned for his health to laugh.

"Geez, sorry." said Ron.

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