A/N: Once again, five more reviews than I expected. Thank you all!

Long lost sorrow: Haha, that's funny. At my old school they had the WORST DJs ever. My new school is so fancy and it's in the middle of nowhere so they get like a radio station to DJ it! Thanks for reviewing and I'm sorry I made you hungry!

Shan: Thank you! I love you! I'm glad you think it's funny. Hmm… I'll take your suggestions into consideration. Haha. I wish I was creative enough to write my own songs! I know it's a lot like the Buffy musical… heh… Thanks for reviewing!

Wicheania: Thank you for reviewing! I'm so glad you liked it! I like Blaise's mysterious race, too… I can never figure out what race he is!

Mrs. Ginny Weasley-Potter: Yes, Draco and Hermione are dating now. I'm sorry I didn't make that so clear in the chapter. Thanks a lot for reviewing! I really, really appreciate it!

sleepless2night: Okay, more is now! Haha. Thanks so much for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the songs.

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By now it was Saturday and people were bursting into song like crazy. Dean – with the help of Ron, Harry, and Seamus – burst into a rendition of "Help" in the middle of a Transfiguration test the previous day. Ernie MacMillain started rapping "Lose Yourself" in the middle of a hallway on his way to breakfast that morning. But those were just a few. Truthfully, there were outbursts from all different classes at least twice an hour. Teachers weren't getting anything done. But the majority of teachers – namely Dumbledore and Slughorn, who for some reason proved to be extremely powerful and influential among the professors – didn't want to do anything about it, so the singing continued.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Lavender was thinking about how happy she was that she was dating Ron again. She loved making out with him. She truly did. She loved just being around him and listening to his silly jokes and flirting with him and pretty much anything that had to do with him. And she was really horny. So, naturally, she had to burst into song.

She saw him sitting on a couch near the fire with Harry, Dean, and Seamus, laughing about someone's recent outburst. She walked straight across the room to him and stood right in front of him. The repetative guitar chords started.

"You can dress me up in diamonds. You can dress me up in dirt," she started. "You can throw me like a lineman; I like it better when it hurts. Oh, I have waited here for you. I have waited." She stepped back and started thrashing about when she next started to sing. "You make me wanna lala in the kitchen, on the floor. I'll be your French maid when I meet you at the door. I'm like an alley cat. Drink the milk up; I want more. You make me wanna – you make me wanna scream." She calmed down and started around the room. "You can meet me on an aeroplane. Or in the back of a bus. You can throw me like a boomerang. I'll come back and beat you up. Oh, I have waited here for you. Don't keep me waiting." She was in the center of the common room now and everyone was staring at her as she started spaz dancing once again. Ron was turning a shade of purple by now as he put his head in his hands, the only one not staring at his girlfriend.

"You make me wanna lala in the kitchen, on the floor. I'll be your French maid when I meet you at the door. I'm like an alley cat. Drink the milk up; I want more. You make me wanna – you make me wanna lala," she continued, "in the kitchen, on the floor. I'll be your French maid when I meet you at the door. I'm like an alley cat. Drink the milk up; I want more. You make me wanna – you make me wanna scream."

The other girls in the room; Ginny, Parvati, and Hermione uncontrollably started singing the background "La, la"s.

"I feel safe with you. I can be myself tonight. It's alright with you 'cause you hold my secrets tight. You do. You do," Lavender sang.

"You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala. Lalala, lala, lalala," sang Lavender and her background singers. "You make me wanna lala, lalala."

Pause.

"You make me wanna lala in the kitchen, on the floor. I'll be your French maid when I meet you at the door. I'm like an alley cat. Drink the milk up; I want more. You make me wanna – you make me wanna lala in the kitchen, on the floor. I'll be your French maid when I meet you at the door. I'm like an alley cat. Drink the milk up; I want more. You make me wanna – you make me wanna scream."

"You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lala, lalala," came the echoey sounds from Lavender and the three other girls. "You make me wanna lala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lala, lalala."

"You make me lala, lala," sang Ginny and Hermione over Lavender and Parvati's "lala"-ing. "You make me lala, lala."

"Lala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lala, lalala," Lavender faded out and the song was over. She turned to Ron expectantly, a broad smile spread across her fakely tanned face.

"Well that was beautiful," Seamus commented.

Ron buried his head farther in his hands.

"I couldn't help it, Won-Won." Lavender's smile got bigger.

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Although the outbursts were funny, students started getting more and more annoyed when they themselves were singing. But it was quite the contrary when someone else was doing the embarrassment. Saturday went by with Ginny singing a rendition of "Sweet Sixteen" and Sunday contained Seamus Finnegan's version of "Thriller" and Ernie MacMillain's of "Lose Yourself". Plus many more. It proved to be highly entertaining but also slightly dull.

By Monday the students were exausted and wanted nothing more than for the songs to only arrive at the perfect times. The perfect times being during tests, when they could be late to class, and occasionally during those dull meals. But when studying is in progress or when one is in a very enticing conversation with a Sex God, singing isn't exactly helpful.

Harry wished he had some self-control for this stupid spell that day in Herbology.

"Dear mother, can you hear me whining?" he started, climbing atop the table everyone was working at. This spell tended to make people climb on things, as well as sing. "It's been three whole weeks since that I have left your home. This sudden fear has left me trembling. 'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own and I'm feeling so alone." He walked down the table toward a perturbed looking Professor Sprout. "Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes. Some call it slums, some call it nice. I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise."

There was some magically generated guitar and Harry jumped off the table. "A gunshot rings out at the station. Another uchin snaps and left dead on his own. It makes me wonder why I'm still here. For some strange reasin it's now feeling like my home. And I'm never gonna go. Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes. Some call it slums, some call it nice. I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise."

The music slowed down and Harry stopped, midmovement. It started to slowly fade in again and he started moving again. Quiet laughter could be heard about the room while others were just annoyed at the inturruption.

Harry leapt on the table once again. "Dear mother, can you hear me laughing? It's been six whole months since that I have left your home. It makes me wonder why I'm still here. For some strange reason it's now feeling like my home. And I'm never gonna go. Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes. Some call it slums, some call it nice. I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise. Oh, paradise." Then it was gone as quickly as it came.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, slightly embarrassed when the song finished.

Hermione tried to contain her huff of discontent while the other students freely expressed them or began to laugh.

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The next morning, very early – like before dawn – Blaise happened to discover Pansy sitting alone and sadly in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room. She looked so sullen and depressed. It was sad.

"Hey, Pansy," he said, approaching the girl.

She sighed dramatically. "Hi, Blaise."

"Do you want to go out?"

"Why, Blaise, I thought you'd never ask!" she exclaimed, leaping into his arms, almost causing them to fall into the flames.

When they finally pulled apart, Blaise expressed, "Yeah, boii."

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The next musical inturruption that was of any signifigance to this story didn't occur until that Saturday during lunch. The boys were all feeling an extreme overload of love and joy from their significant others. They could barely contain it.

The feaux techno poppy music started and Harry leapt into the air. "Yeah!" he yelled. But it was held longer than that.

Suddenly Draco and Ron leapt up, too and started doing the same dance moves in sync with Harry.

"I may run and hide when you're screamin' my name, alright," Ron started.

"But let me tell you now, there are prices to fame, alright!" Draco added.

"All of our time spent in flashes of li-ee-i-ee-i-ee-ight!" came from Harry.

Then, all together – this time including Blaise in the background – "All you people, can't you see? Can't you see? How you're love's affecting our reality. Everytime we're down, you can make it right and that makes you larger than life."

They all did dance moves in sync again.

"Lookin' at the crowd and I see your body sway, come on," Draco sang.

"Wishin' I could thank you in a different way, come on!" Ron squeaked.

"All of our time spent keeps us alive!" sang Harry.

"All you people, can't you see? Can't you see? How you're love's affecting our reality. Everytime we're down, you can make it right and that makes you larger than life."

"Larger than li-i-i-i-i-ife!" Harry sang.

Then, they all sang together in quiet, still voices and their bodies matched their tones. "All of our time spent keeps us ali-ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-ee-ive!" There was more techno pop as the boys danced together in the middle of the Dining Hall and made complete fools of themselves. But it was for love, of course.

"All you people, can't you see? Can't you see? How you're love's affecting our reality. Everytime we're down, you can make it right and that makes you larger than life."

They repeated the chorus with little background parts and such, but I don't feel like writing them all out. Then they were done and they sat down again as though nothing had happened. They were too embarrassed to speak.

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A/N: That was really short. And I don't know why. There were three songs in it! I've been feeling sort of a writer's block for this story… I'm sorry about Harry always singing Green Day. Does no one else see the resemblence between Harry and Billie Joe? Oh, and let me inform you that it's really hard to write out Backstreet Boys lyrics while listening to "Gold Digger". Very hard. Something smells and I think some random animal pooped outside my dorm room. If you review I'll give you air freshener. That actually smells good.