::Hermione and a bunch of the other Gryffindor girls and boys are waiting for a game of Quidditch with Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw to begin.::

Ron: This is going to be wicked.

Hermione: It reminds me of a song...

Ron: Are we going to break out into a song again?

Hermione: Yes.

::Out of no where music begins and a bunch of the Gryffindor girls run down to the Quidditch field. The Gryffindor Quidditch players run down with them.::

The Gryffindor Gals: They're playing Qu-i-dditch.

::They are clapping with the music and everyone in the stands, even the Slytherins, are screaming and cheering. Harry steps forward.::

Harry: All around the world.

The Gryffindor Gals: We love that Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Yeah. To the beat y'all.

The Gryffindor Gals: They're playing Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: All around the world.

The Gryffindor Gals: We love that Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Yeah I know.

::Oliver steps forward next to Harry and starts rapping.::

Oliver: Now Quidditch is my favorite sport. I love the way the flyers zoom'round the field.

Harry: Yeah, c'mon.

Oliver: Lee keeps it so fresh on the microphone. I like no interruption when the game is on.

::He looks at Harry::

Harry: Sorry.

Oliver: Angelina likes slam dunk and she goes through the hoop. I think her favorite play is the alley-oop.

Harry: Oop.

Oliver: I like the catch-and-throw.

Harry: Throw.

Oliver: I like the fly-and-go. In this Quidditch, Olly Wood, let's go.

Ron: ::to Draco:: I just don't get it.

Draco: Maybe it's a Muggle thing?

Ron: Explain Wood.

Draco: Hmm...

The Gryffindor Gals: They're playing Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: All around the world.

The Gryffindor Gals: We love that Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Yeah. To the beat y'all.

The Gryffindor Gals: They're playing Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah.

The Gryffindor Gals: We love that Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Yeah, wassup y'all?

Oliver: I got the Quaffle in my hands. Ain't not telling what I'm gunna do with it. When I come position I'ma have to fool with it.

Harry: Go ahead.

Oliver: I might cross you up fake one way, turn around and hit you with the Harry P. fadeaway.

Harry: Woo!

Ron: Did Harry just "Woo"?

Draco: Yeeep.

Ron: This is really starting to scare me.

Draco: Yeeep.

Ron: Let's do our own song next time.

Draco: Okay!

Oliver: Kaite's throwing dimes passes like V. Krum. Taking Bludgers to the rack, Angie's dunking on them like Ireland's Troy. When I'm in the air I play with that Wood style. I'm like anybody 'cause I can block 'um to miles away.

Harry: Don't too many players get offers like me...

Draco: Harry gets offers?

Ron: No...he's lying...

Draco: Err...

Ron: Our songs going to be great

Draco: Oh yeah, blow everyone out of the water.

Harry: I'm up – n – down most likely, shake the colors off your Quidditch robes, look all around look for that Snitch, ah, there it goes!

::Harry gets on his broom and zooms away chasing the Snitch.::

The Gryffindor Gals: They're playing Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: ::from his broom:: Put it in, put it in, put it in now.

The Gryffindor Gals: We love that Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Put it in, put it in, put it in now.

The Gryffindor Gals: They're playing Qu-i-dditch.

Harry: Aw, yeah.

::Gryffindor scores three more times and Harry catches the Snitch. Everyone goes back to normal except Ron and Draco::

Ron: Ready to go plot?

Draco: Yeah, come on.

::The run out of site and no one sees them again...until next time.::

A/N: ::Gasp:: What are Ron and Draco up to? They might need a little bit of your help so post up what you would like to see!!