Dont even ask about the liiiiine dancing. Ask THEM .:points at Emma and Marie who are sitting in a corner:. Haaaa...

The lesson lasted a long, long time. Finally they were allowed out of the old dingy classroom, and forgetting all other lessons, the Gryffindors went to crash in the common room. Except Hermionie, who had disappeared in the middle of the corridor.

"It's a bit weird though, isn't it Ron? She just vanished."

"Who gives a donkeys arse, really? As long as shes back in time to help us with our potions homework."
"You know you like her really."

"DON'T BE SO BLOODY-"His head snapped up, and he looked over at Seamus who was holding up a tattered piece of paper.

"Look guys! Look at me! Harry, look at me! LOOK-"He was cut off as Hermionie snatched the piece of paper from his hands and read it. She gasped in an annoyingly girly voice.

"Professor Luperman's doing line dancing lessons tonight! Oh, its gonna be as much fun as professor Lockharts dueling club!" With a twitch, she involuntarily flung the paper into the air where Parvati and some sixth year girls began having a bitch fight over it.

"Hey, you know what Harry, I think we shouldn't go to lessons at all this year. They're bloody boring." Harry nodded in agreement and stood up to help Dean Thomas split the girls up, who were beginning to tear out each others hair.

"Ronnieeeee....Hiccup!" Hermionie leant on Ron's shoulder. His ears went magenta.

"PISS OFF!!" Hermionie looked at him in a 'you've hurt me so much, right down in to the very depths of my heart, my soul, a scar that lasts in to eternity' kind of look, and ran sobbing loudly to the girls dorms.

"Phew... Glad she's gone." Harry got up, kicked Ron in the leg and went to the boys dorms.

"Oh no.. Hedwigs pooped on my homework... And my pyjamas... And my wizard chess set... And my wand.. And Ron's wand... And Ron's homework..." He stiffened. "It's a sign!!! Theres nothing to do now, therefore- WE HAVE TO GO TO LINE DANCING LESSONS!!!" He raced back down the stairs, grabbed Ron by the collar, and raced out of the portrait.

"Sorry we're late Professor-"Harry gasped. The whole of Lupin's classroom was bright, and there was hay on the floor. Lupin was wearing a different spandex, with built in cowboy boots and a twirly skirt, making him look very much like a girl.

"Come boys! Come join us on the liiiine, the liiiiiine!!" He pointed his wand at the radio and Shania Twain came on. Harry and Ron stood next to eachother, feeling more than a little scared.

"Give me the Dursleys, give me Snape, give me shitting Voldemort- Anything but this twat and his Country music..." Harry broke in to a sweat and put his right foot forward, tapped it and put it back.

"No no Harry! I said TIP not TAP!" Luperman gave a loud, obnoxious laugh,and got back on his line.

"Like this!" He began to dance, very extravagantly.

"My Mum dances better than him..." Harry nodded at Ron in agreement. They stood there for the reast of the hour long lesson, watching Lupin gyrate. Or rather, trying not to watch him gyrate. The mental scars were awful.