Harry sauntered into platform 9 3/4 s looking like he owned the place. He was wearing a leather jacket that made it look like he was straight out of a music video.
"Hey! Have you seen a toad-"
"Shush child!" Harry said, spinning around dramatically.
It was Neville Longbottom.
Harry flipped his hair and winked,
"Shall we dance?" he asked.
Music started to play before Neville could answer.
*cue cool music with snapping*
Harry waved his finger and Neville started to copy his moves.
Snap
Snap
Snap
"What is happening?" the boy asked nervously.
"what?" asked Harry, "you no like?"
"umm, this music really isn't my thing?"
The snappy music stopped abruptly as if insulted and turned into something more quick-paced and traditional.
Harry spun once, transforming his clothes, before grabbing Neville once more.
They started to tango.
They danced every move perfectly- for Harry that was due to the dancing lessons death sometimes gave, but for Neville, it was merely Harry's enchantment.
Nevertheless, the duo was creating a storm of fans. Adults and children alike cleared their way and gasped at the intense spins and twirls.
Harry tapped his foot and red roses rained upon them. He then threw Neville into the air and twirled him above his head. The crowd screamed in amazement. Harry brought Neville to the ground, bowed, and entered the Hogwarts express, blowing kisses.
"What the bloody buggering hell?" Neville asked weakly.