"Well, that was a, er, interesting performance. Ahem. Well I think it's
your turn now Ron." Ron, who had probably been the most drunk, dashed out
and came back in, head to toe in 60's gear and holding a guitar.
"Hello, my name is Danny Partridge," he slurred. "And I hate my brother Keith. For some reason all the girls love pretty boy David. He's not even a good singer. Girls never like the cute redhead who plays the drums, it's all lead sing this, and lead sing that. Well fuck you Keith, I'm gunna give you a run for your money" he said as he extended his middle finger. He then proceeded to sing a terrible rendition of "I Think I Love You", glasses literally shattering as he tried to hit the high notes (tried being the operative word). Hermione was looking very distressed by now.
"Ok, then. Draco, do you perhaps have something to sing for us?" He was just about to answer when Dumbledore burst in.
"What's this I hear about a karaoke competition?" Everyone gaped at him. He had shaved his beard off and dyed his hair black and was wearing a lot of make-up. He had anorexic eyebrows (A/N: I hope I don't offend anyone, I just thought it was a good way to describe really thin eyebrows.), bright blue eyeshadow, bright red lipstick and so much foundation his face was caked with it. But the most worrying of all was his outfit. He was wearing nothing but a corset, frilly black knickers, fishnets, garters and red stilettos. He jumped on the table and started to sing. "I'm just a sweet transvestite. from transsexual Hogwartssssssssssssssss." Silence. Then Ron, who had been gazing up at Dumbledore, enraptured, stood up and applauded.
"Well done sir, that was absolutely fantastic. You totally nailed that ending." Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
"Oh no, Ron's gone gay again." Said Harry.
"He always does this when he drinks pumpkin Wheezers. I wouldn't be surprised if Fred and George did that on purpose." Said Hermione, looking slightly distressed. "Draco, would you like to have a turn?"
"OK" he said, dashing off to get changed. Meanwhile Dumbledore settled into the seat next to Ron, ready for the next performance.
"Hello, my name is Danny Partridge," he slurred. "And I hate my brother Keith. For some reason all the girls love pretty boy David. He's not even a good singer. Girls never like the cute redhead who plays the drums, it's all lead sing this, and lead sing that. Well fuck you Keith, I'm gunna give you a run for your money" he said as he extended his middle finger. He then proceeded to sing a terrible rendition of "I Think I Love You", glasses literally shattering as he tried to hit the high notes (tried being the operative word). Hermione was looking very distressed by now.
"Ok, then. Draco, do you perhaps have something to sing for us?" He was just about to answer when Dumbledore burst in.
"What's this I hear about a karaoke competition?" Everyone gaped at him. He had shaved his beard off and dyed his hair black and was wearing a lot of make-up. He had anorexic eyebrows (A/N: I hope I don't offend anyone, I just thought it was a good way to describe really thin eyebrows.), bright blue eyeshadow, bright red lipstick and so much foundation his face was caked with it. But the most worrying of all was his outfit. He was wearing nothing but a corset, frilly black knickers, fishnets, garters and red stilettos. He jumped on the table and started to sing. "I'm just a sweet transvestite. from transsexual Hogwartssssssssssssssss." Silence. Then Ron, who had been gazing up at Dumbledore, enraptured, stood up and applauded.
"Well done sir, that was absolutely fantastic. You totally nailed that ending." Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
"Oh no, Ron's gone gay again." Said Harry.
"He always does this when he drinks pumpkin Wheezers. I wouldn't be surprised if Fred and George did that on purpose." Said Hermione, looking slightly distressed. "Draco, would you like to have a turn?"
"OK" he said, dashing off to get changed. Meanwhile Dumbledore settled into the seat next to Ron, ready for the next performance.