Chapter 3
The Gryffindors gathered in the common room to practice gettin' down. "Hermy and Ron did the most smashin dance moves in the Great Hall today!" Harry exclaimed to his buddies and pals alike.
"That was not a dance, idiot, that was a lifesaving maneuver intended to push the food lodged in Ron's windpipe out of his body!" Hermy Granger retorted. "I really should've chose Ravenclaw instead..." she grumbled.
"Oh, well, we need a good strategy, then. What type of dance are we going to do?" Harry asked. Soon after, Gryffindor after Gryffindor tried their hand at choosing a dance style. Parvati Patil exhibited some wonderful Bollywood. Fred and George Weasley tried their hand at lyrical ballet. Lavender Brown made an attempt at bellydancing. Needless to say, it was all terrible.
"OH NO WE SHALL NOT WIN THIS CAR or housepoints WHAT SHALL WE DOOOOO!" Harry screamed in agony. Suddenly the room went quiet as they all turned around to see Neville Longbottom break dancing to a sick techno song in the corner of the room with Dobby the House Elf.
"You guys are awesome!" everyone exclaimed at once. It was actually really creepy how all their voices said that at the same time exactly.
"Master Harry Potter, I want to get down with Master Neville Longbottom if it will make you happy, Oh if I even skip a single beat I will shove a hot poker up my-"
"Oh Dobby! Oh Neville! YOU HAVE SAVED US." Harry said.
"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen!" Hermy complained. "Didn't McGonagall teach us how to ballroom dance in our 4th year before the Yule Ball? Why don't we do that?"
"Hermy, THEN I taught you how to dance," McGonagall said as she entered through the portrait hole, "but NOW Imma teach you how to dougie."