Thanks again 4 all of the LOVELY reviews :P
I just want to point out... this story is going to be LONG . So far, I'm up to 39 chapters. There IS an actual plot tho. Something to do with Katie. Voldemort will come up near the end. Anyway, enjoy! It's Dewey's Music class!

Chapter 20

The duo broke out into a run. Katie almost fell into a trap step, until Harry told her to be careful. She gratefully avoided this step and kept running. She was three steps behind him. The two reached Dewey's classroom with two minutes to spare. They waited a couple of seconds to let their pants out, and then they walked into the classroom.

Katie noticed that Ravenclaw was having the lesson with the Gryffindors. She waved happily at all of her Ravenclaw School of Rock friends. Then she chose a seat between Zack and Eleni.

Katie watched Dewey sitting on his desk strumming on his red Gibson Les Paul SG. Katie knew Dewey adored that guitar. Zack had the same one that he equally adored. Dewey was playing one of the songs the band was planning on playing for the gig on Friday. Katie could only see Dewey serious when he was playing his guitar.

"Hey, guys. Lemme introduce myself," Dewey began. He hopped off his desk and set down his guitar on a stand. "The name's Dewey Finn but you can call me that, Professor Finn, Professor D, or Mr. S." Dewey winked at his band mates who chuckled, while the rest of the students exchanged confused glances. "I'll be your teacher thing 'til school ends. Let's start off with what I'll teach. I've put together this thing called a U-NIT," Dewey said, accentuating the "u". "It's going to be called the GREAT unit… Get it? It's the G-Unit?" The students laughed because this joke was stupid-funny. "In this G-Unit, you'll be learning every type of music except for country, 'cause I HATE country K? I'll also be choosing to have a class 'factoter' every week. Summer, you can be our factoter this week to show the other peeps what you have to do."

"Okay, no problem," Summer said. Hermione scowled jealously.

"We'll start off with the kind of music you like and we'll work with it," Dewey said. "So what do you like?"

"Liza Manelli," Zack said to Katie in Billy's voice. Billy was the band stylist. Katie couldn't stop giggling.

"Okay, uh, you. What's your name?" Dewey had picked Neville.

"Billy Talent," he responded. The class laughed and Neville blushed. "I mean, uh… my name is Neville. Th-that's the band I like. Billy Talent.

"Hey, don't get all over yourself. It's just an honest mistake. So you're into punk rock I guess. Okay what about you?" Dewey asked picking Hannah Abbott.

"I LOVE Hilary Duff," Hannah gushed.

"So you're into pop music, then," Dewey said. He asked a couple more students, but he kept getting unsatisfactory answers. "What about you?" Dewey asked Harry, successfully hiding his exasperation. "What band do you like?"

"Metallica," Harry answered simply.

"Yes! Yes, I like that answer!" Dewey said energetically. "Okay Mr. Harry, why do you like Metallica?"

"I don't know. I never thought of that," Harry responded straightforwardly.

"Well, you'll think of it now. Why do you like Metallia?"

"Because they're music is awesome."

"Good, now when do you listen to Metallica music the most?"

Harry thought for a moment, then he came up with an honest answer. "Right before I'm about to play a Quidditch game."

"Why then?" Dewey asked.

"Because it gets me pumped up for the game."

"Exactly! Yes, I couldn't of put it better myself! This is one of the ways we use music!" Dewey exclaimed. "We get pumped up for something. Music gives us energy. You guys got it?" Dewey stared at the class astoundedly. "HUH-LO! Wakey, wakey! Write that down." The sound of rustling for parchment and quills echoed through the class. The students immediately began taking notes.

"Let's move onto another way we use music. We'll use… um… Hilary Duff as an example. Okay Ms. Hannah, when do you listen to Hilary Duff?"

Hannah thought. "I don't know. When I'm happy?"

"Good, good!" Dewey called. "We can use music to express our feelings! Great answer. There's one main way we use music, rock music in particular. My band might know it. When do we use rock music?

"When we're sticking it to the man!" Zack answered pumping fist into the air.

"Zack Attack, you are absolutely correct!" Dewey said pointing to Zack. "Five points to whatever your house is. Mr. Cool," Dewey said, referring to Laurence. "Explain what the man is."

"Oh, no, no. I'm not very good at explaining this stuff. No, pick someone else," Laurence replied.

Dewey marched up to Laurence. "Uh, Laurence. Do you play rock music?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you like rock music?

"Yes, it is wonderful."

"Then you're capable of explaining what the man is. So explain on."

"Okay." Laurence took a deep breath in. "The man is the person who makes you very mad and you extremely dislike."

"Go on…"

"There are many examples of the man. Just about anything that disorders a person or a group or a law and etcetera can be the man."

"Now where can we find the man, Laurence?" Dewey asked.

"In Britney Spears!" Freddy shouted out. The class laughed.

"Freddy, how the hell is Britney Spears the man?" Dewey asked exasperatedly.

"Well, she's A man," Zack answered. The class broke out into laughter again.

"Whatever, I was talking to Laurence. So where can we find the man?"

"Um, you can find the man anywhere," Laurence answered.

"Dude, you gotta explain."

"Well, the man can be on TV, your parents, or anyone you truly dislike."

"Thank you Mr. Cool. You are exactly right!" Dewey exclaimed. "5 points to whatever you house is. Now let's listen to some music that was inspired by the man." Dewey went to his CD rack that swiveled. It was so tall that it reached the ceiling! Dewey picked out a CD and put into his stereo.

The Shania Twain song "Up" was blaring out of the speakers.

"Up, up, up, there's only one way up from here," Shania Twain sang.

Dewey's eyes furrowed. "Okay, who put this CD into my rack? This is the TOTAL opposite of what I wanted.

"That's my CD Dewey!" Billy called out. The class laughed and he blushed.

Dewey sighed as he gave Billy the Shania Twain CD. For the rest of the lesson he showed songs that were inspired by "The Man." He finished the lesson off with "Never Again" by Nickelback. He then dismissed the class. Freddy, Zack, Katie and Summer stayed behind to repeatedly congratulate him

"Dewey, we still going to Hagrid's?" Katie asked.

"Right!" Dewey said, slapping his forehead. "I forgot to tell you guys! You have flying lessons at 4:30. We're going tomorrow."

"Flying? In the winter? On broomsticks?" Summer complained.

"Wicked! Flying?" Freddy asked with his eyes wide open.

"Yeah, so get going!" Dewey ordered. "It's on the Quidditch Field! Oh! And bring your partner things with you!"

The four found their partners waiting for them in the hall and told them about the flying lessons. They all grabbed extra jackets from their dormitories and were on their way to the Quidditch Field talking excitedly amongst themselves.

"You're going to love flying," Ron told Katie. They had been walking together. "It's so awesome!"

"It seems so hard, though. I'm really nervous," Katie admitted.

"About what?" Ron asked.

"Well, about falling off the side of my broom!" Katie exclaimed. "This guy in Diagon Alley showed Freddy, me, Zack and this other girl from our band how to fly, but it wasn't really proper. It was kind of all rushed. I sort of got the hang of it, but not quite."

"If you're not good after this lesson, which I guarantee you will be, Harry and I can teach you to fly or something. You're not leaving Hogwarts without knowing how to fly on a broomstick," Ron promised.

"Aw! Thanks!" Katie glanced at Harry. He was telling Freddy and Zack about the Quidditch World Cup. "So I suppose Harry's pretty good at flying since you're suggesting him to me."

"Yeah, he's awesome at flying. He's a brilliant Seeker, too.

"You play Keeper right? What's it like?"

"Last year, I was always so nervous for the games that I literally SUCKED. Now I've gotten used to the games, so I'm not too bad."

"I bet you're really talented," Katie said with a smile.

"Katie! Make up your mind!" Freddy said jokingly. "First you're with Zack, then with Seamus, then with Harry, now with Ron!"

"You're so funny," Katie said sarcastically.

"I know I am," Freddy said, walking alongside Ron and Katie.

"You're just jealous," Katie said with a grin.

"Yes, Katie. I am so jealous that you because most of your friends are guys," Freddy said in a dull voice. "And I'm jealous that Ron wants to bang you."

"It's obvious that you want him to bang you," Katie replied. Ron punched Freddy's shoulder before Freddy could say he was joking. "Anyway, aren't you dying to play Quidditch?" Katie asked.

"Hell yes!" Freddy exclaimed. "I'm excited just to watch it!"

"Me too! Ron plays on the Gryffindor team."

"Cool, what position is it again?" Freddy asked.

"Keeper," Ron answered proudly. Freddy looked at Ron confusedly.

"Goalie," Katie translated.

"Oh! Awesome." Freddy saw that Ron had been carrying his broom. The Hogwarts boys had grabbed their brooms so they could do some flying as well. "Wow! Is that your broom?"

"Yup! It's from the Comet series." Ron proudly handed his broom over to Freddy, who examined it as he walked. He handed it back to Ron.

"Your broom is cool. Harry showed me his, too. It looks pretty good, too."

"My broom isn't half as good as Harry's," Ron admitted.

"But you have a different position than Harry's," Katie pointed out. "Your broom is probably suits Keeping while his broom probably suits Seeking."

Ron pondered this. "Hmm… I never thought of it that way."

Harry, Ron, Freddy, Zack, Katie, Summer and Hermione reached the Quidditch pitch with an excited feeling, all except for Summer and Hermione who had been bickering over who had invented Quidditch.