There was a large explosion, and Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were thrown back against the cement wall of the dungeons with a sickening thud. A mystic purple smoke flooded the dungeons and spread into the halls.  Harry and Ron sat on the floor, not moving, a look of sheer terror in their eyes.

"Now we've done it." Harry muttered.

"But, what exactly did we do?" Ron asked and immediately clamped his hand over his mouth when he realized the words he had just spoken had just come out in song. His eyes wide with horror, Ron opened his mouth to speak, and shut it immediately, when he felt himself begin to break out in song, once again.

Harry stared at Ron, not daring to open his mouth, afraid of what him happen, as the purple smoke flooded through out the school, having a strange effect on the student of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

---------

"What are you going to do about it mudblood? Hex me?"  Draco Malfoy snarled at the girl standing across from him. She stared back, her face blank, as if she hadn't even heard the insult.

"Now why would I do something so stupid? I mean, Snape would give me a detention for hexing play thing, and I'm sure he'd get lonely on these cold winter nights." Draco fumed, never had anyone accused him of such infuriating things.

"Why you little Mud-" He began, but was cut off in mid sentence. The two had be arguing in one of the school many dark hallways, as not to attract attention, but now, the hall was lit by a glowing purple fog. They both began to cough and sputter as the smoke filled their lungs.

'What's going on? What is this stuff?" Hermione cried out. The smoke filtered out of the hall, leaving two very disgruntled students in its wake. Hermione stood up from where she had fallen and dusted herself off. She opened her mouth intending to say 'I'm going to leave, just in case being a slimy ferret is contagious' but was not expecting what came out.

"Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
and dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
and at sweet night, you are my own." Her hands immediately flew to her mouth and her cheeks burned with her sudden musical confession. Draco stared blankly at Hermione, before he bust out laughing.

"I can't-"He stopped, paused for a moment and opened his mouth to speak once again.

"I picked out your star. Turned night to day
a simple whisper from your voice, and I fade away
you wish for love, you pushed me away
your love for me was everything I need
the air I breathe." Draco joined Hermione with his hands over his mouth. What was going on? What had he just confessed the one thing he never though possible, and why in song? The both sat there, their hands firmly over their mouths staring at each other, shock and mortification evident in both their faces.

---------

Lavender Brown sat on one of the hospitals wings many beds, staring straight forward. An elderly gentleman stood in front of her, along with Mme. Pomfrey. Silent tears fell down her cheeks and she tried to explain to her father, exactly what was going on. She paused, opened her mouth to speak, and quickly shut it when she immediately began to sputter, as some bizarre violet smoke infested her lungs. The others in the room began cough also, and only managed to get them selves under control when Mme. Pomfrey opened one of the large windows, allowing the smoke to filter out of the room. As she got her breathing under control she turned to her father, ready to tell him exactly what was happening. She took and deep breath and began.

"Papa I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby" Lavenders eyes grew twice their original size and her mouth hung open. Had she just… sung her announcement? She opened her mouth to continue with her speech, acting as if what just happened never really happened.

"Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh
I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm..." Lavenders hands flew to her face as she immediately broke down into tears, not only had she just pleaded guilty to being impregnated while still in school, but she had done it in song.

-------------

Pansy Parkinson sat under a large tree, shaded from the mid days sun, waiting. She waited staring straight in front of her, until what, or who, she was looking for appeared in front of her.   She stood up and ran towards the advancing person, throwing her arms around the man she love's neck. They to fell to the ground in a heap of fabric and skin. They kissed fiercely, never wanting to let each other go. She pulled away, they were both panting heavily. Big mistake. She started to gasp for air as a fit coughs racked her body. She sputtered and tried to clear her lungs of they purple smog. Taking big breaths she calmed herself down and turned to her partner. She opened her mouth, to give some kind of proper greeting, some kind of explanation.

"Know all about
about your reputation
and how it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
but I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are
you walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore." Her hands flew to her mouth, as the young man across form her stared at her, curious at why she had just sung what she had.

She opened her mouth to try and speak, when more musical words flew out. 

"Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong." Pansy fixed her hands over her mouth and stared at the guy across form her, Neville Longbottom stared back at her, obviously confused, but… then again, when was it that Neville was ever not confused?

----------------

Harry and Ron now stood in front of a very livid professor Snape.

"I will only ask this one last time!" He yelled. "What happened?"  Harry and Ron just stared back, daring not speak, afraid of what they might say, or sing. "Now, one of you." He snarled. Harry's head dropped, he opened his mouth and tried to explain, using 5 simple words.

"Oops, we did it again."    

-------------

Hey everyone!! Well what did u think? I wrote this while trying to fight off writes block for Hidden Past (If u haven't read it, I hope that maybe you'll go check it out.) Anyway, I was just curious at what you guys thought of my little song fic… thingy. Anyway, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing, thanks!!

HELLS ANGEL