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Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing I tell you! All the characters, places etc. belong to JKR. *** LIFE'S A SONG
*** A rather despondent Ron trudged into the kitchen. He was worried, seriously worried, that everyone else in the house had been affected by the spell he had cast. The spell hadn't said anything about spontaneous bursts of song, and where exactly had that golden light gone when it had travelled under the door. In the kitchen, Lavender was just saying her goodbyes to the others. Hermione had come back downstairs after her shower and was now fully dressed. Her hair was damp from the water and she was in the process of using a drying charm on it. Lavender looked up and saw him. Instantly she Apparated away. Ron frowned and sank into a seat at the table. He sighed and said, "This is stupid! This is stupid! Every time I try to speak to her... every time I try to..." he trailed off, not being able to think of the words. Out of nowhere he heard music start up, quiet at first, though getting louder. Reluctantly, he was forced to sing along. "Though I've tried before to tell her
"Err... Ron," said Hermione, her hair now completely dry. "Why did you just start singing?" "Yeah and how come every time we want to go to the Magic Mike you never want to sing, you have a great voice," Seamus said. The Magic Mike was a kareoke bar about three miles from the house. They went there quite regularly, though when offered a chance to sing, Ron always declined. Ron gulped. "Well, you see..." He grimaced. "I kind of cast this spell," he started. "What kind of spell?" asked Harry suspiciously. "One that 'releases your emotions'," Ron told him guiltily. "Thing is, I kind of found out that it does it through song." "I don't think you should go to work today," said Hermione. "Why not?" "In case you start bursting out into song, that's why not!" "Ah," Ron looked even more guilty and Hermione's eyes narrowed. "What aren't you telling us, Ron Weasley?" she asked fiercely. "I think it affected everyone in the house." The reactions from Seamus and Harry sounded as if a bomb had exploded in the kitchen. Harry had turned bright red while Seamus had turned a deathly white. They began showering him with insults and Ron cringed. "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know this would happened." "Yeah, well I just hope that Lavender has a good singing voice," Hermione said, shaking her head. "She was here when I cast the spell?" asked Ron. They all nodded and Ron buried his head in his hands. "Oh, no..." A/N: The song Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic belongs to The Police. I thought it was a rather apt song for a Harry Potter fic. Here's a thanks section for Chapter One:
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