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Music,
Magic
and Mischief.
By
Tree Frog Dude

As they sat round the dinner table they exchanged casual small talk. Harry had never formally met Hermoine's parents so they were curious to get to know him. The food was the best he had ever had without the potatoes peeling themselves. All through the meal, Harry kept noticing that Ellie kept stealing glances at him. After the meal Hermoine led them to the guitar shop. As they walked Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

"I've never seen anyone blush so many times in the space of half an hour."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Oh don't give me that. Every time she looked at you your head turned into a beetroot."

"You're delusional." But even as he said it Harry could feel his face heating up."

Ron laughed and they ran to catch up with the girls. When they reached the shop Harry marvelled at the amount of different guitars there were.

"Wow! A Les Paul! Is that an EDS-1275? Woah! An Explorer! I didn't even know they still made these!"

Ellie turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Do you have any idea what he's on about?"

"Not a clue." Ron said.

"But lets not disturb him he seems rather content." Hermione added.

As Harry walked through the aisles of electric guitars he spotted something that made his eyes go wide.

"Is that an American series Fender Strat?" He said with aw.

"It ain't pork casserole." Said a very surly looking shop assistant.

"Can I play it?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Play? A guitar? I'll have to check with the manager." The assistant said sarcastically as he got the guitar down. Harry plugged it into a relatively large amp and tuned up.

"Go on then. Show us want you can do." Ellie said.

Harry strummed once and marvelled at the tone. The turned up the distortion and began to play. Harry didn't know whether it was the guitar, the fact that his friends were there to hear him play or the fact that there was a beautiful girl marvelling at his talent but he didn't think he had ever played this well. When he stopped Ellie said

"Wow! You're really good." Harry couldn't help looking smug. Then something crossed his mind. He began to play Parisienne Walkways: a slow melodic song by Gary Moore. At the end of the song he saw that Ellie looked even more impressed. Harry smiled, it had worked. At the guitar shop nearby the Dursley's house all of the girls went all gooey over the slow melodic songs.

Ellie said. "Wow! You're amazing."

"Thanks." They smiled at each other. Then they both blushed and looked away. Ron and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"So that's a good guitar is it?" Ron asked.

"Good?" Harry looked at Ron as if he had just said something utterly offensive "It's possibly the greatest guitar ever made. This is the tone stick deluxe" Harry adopted a fake American accent for this sentence. The four of them laughed. "I'd sell my right arm for one of these."

"So…it's really good?" Ron said.

"We'd better start making our way home." Said Hermione. And Harry reluctantly put the guitar back an they left the shop. As they were walking back Ellie said to Hermione.

"Harry is really good at guitar."

"Yes Ellie you said. Jesus. Anyone would think you fancied him?" This had the desired effect.

"No I do not!" Ellie shouted. But she was blushing.

Ignore anything that will appear inthis fic that contradicts book 6. Thank you.

R&R