Chapter 13
A/N: I got all theses awesome ideas all of a sudden. So, it could be one to two chapters up a day, the rate I'm going. I really want to thank Prongsthewhitehart, again, because she writes a review for almost every chapter, and that really encourages me to keep going. So, I suppose you really want to read, so here it is!
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own any of the songs in this.
Harry felt like exploding. He was annoyed and nervous. He was annoyed because his scar just wouldn't stop burning, and he was nervous because he was on his way to Professor Flitwick's office for dancing lessons. All he needed on his mind was dancing.
He walked in. All the other boys were already there, standing around nervously. Harry walked over to Ron and Neville.
"I can't believe Hermione was snogging a 13-year old kid." Ron was saying. "And now I have to worry about dancing to a song!"
"Yea, you think your problems are bad?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"Err- listen, there was something I wanted to ask you- are you and Violet dating?" Neville asked.
"No." Harry answered. "So…" He said uncomfortably. "Know who you're asking to the dance?" Harry asked. But, before anyone answered, Ginny ran into the room, grabbed Harry, and pulled him into the hallway.
"How DARE YOU!" She yelled, slapping him across the face.
"WHAT?" Harry asked her, now more annoyed than ever.
"Dating Violet! I thought we had something!" Ginny yelled, and started sobbing.
"We- I, err…" Harry was lost of words. "Me and Violet aren't dating. And we HAD something, but remember- I, err…"
"Dumped me? Wait- Harry you're right. What am I doing here, yelling at you?" Ginny said, a little more to herself than to Harry. "I even agreed with you when you said you had to do things on your own." She said in a half laugh.
"Ginny, I'm sorry-"
"No. I'm sorry." Ginny said. She walked off with a smile. Harry was a little lost, but walked back into Flitwick's office.
"Err, what was that about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing." Harry said. "Anyway, so who are guys-" Harry started, but was cut off by loud music:
Our jams pumping on your radio,
We know you've seen our brand new video,
Our faces are always in the magazines,
But here's the side of us you've never seen.
Our jams pumping on your radio,
We know you've seen our brand new video,
Our faces are always in the magazines,
But here's the side of us you've never seen.
Feels good, coming from your stereo, tonight getting' ready for the party so,
All my friends blowing up my lines, saying " Girl what's going down tonight?"
So I, tell 'em where the party's at, full swing, is everybody down with that,
Just a blast from my favorite song, 'cause we'll be dancing all night long,
Don't you love being at your favorite spot,
Where the feeling is good, and the music is hot (hot),
Don't you love being at your favorite place,
Where the DJ's got you…
On the floor,
That's, where it goes down, everybody's dancing to my brand new sound,
That's right, gotta move tonight,
On the floor, on the floor,
That's where you got to be, moving it, shaking it, constantly,
That's right, gotta move tonight,
On the floor tonight.
That was where Professor Flitwick stopped the music.
"Hello, boys!" He said.
"Hello, Professor Flitwick." The boys in the room said dully.
"So? Who wants to dance?" Flitwick asked. The boys moaned.
Meanwhile, the girls were just listening to what their song would sound like:
You asked me why I changed the color of my hair, Yeah,
You ask me why I need 32 pairs of shoes, to wear,
You seem to ask me why I got a lot of things,
It's just a chick thing,
You out to let it go,
You try to understand, but you don't have a clue,
That's, what, girls do,
They keep you guessing the whole day through,
Play your emotions, push all your buttons, it's true,
That's what girls do.
That's what we do…
(Laughter)
You ask me why I got to play so hard to get, Yeah,
You ask me if I play it cool just to make you sweat, yeah,
You want some kind of explanation, I can give:
It's just a chick thing,
That you're messing with,
To me it's black and white, but it's not getting through to you,
That's, what, girls do,
We keep you guessing the whole day through,
Play your emotions, push all your buttons, it's true,
That's what girls do.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, why should it change?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm having too much fun!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, to you it's confusing; to me it's nothing new…
That's what girls do.
And that was where professor McGonagall stopped.
"So," She said sternly. "Who wants to know how to dance to this lovely song?"
"OH! ME, ME, ME!" Girls screamed everywhere, including Hermione, Ginny, and Violet.
"Then, let's get started!" McGonagall said, and the girls clapped their hands and cheered. "Now, our starting position, we sit on the floor, legs in a split…"
After an hour of lessons, the boys were so tiered, they could barely move, including the usual sugar-high Colin Creevey. They sat on the floor, breathing deeply. Lucky Flitwick didn't do anything, just talked about what the boys were supposed to do. Flitwick was now holding up some parchment.
"Everyone. This is the sign-up sheet. I need at least two people to sign up for a duet dance part in the middle of the song. Sing up as you leave." He told them. McGonagall had told the girls the exact same thing and one extra thing.
"We have an opening for a solo song, for any girl who wants a solo." McGonagall said. So as the boys and girls walked out of the two classes, two girls signed up for a duet in That's what girls do. Harry would later be surprised that it had been Ginny and Hermione. And, the last girl out of the room, signed up for the solo. It had been Violet.
As the boys walked out, two people actually signed up for the duet. One was Neville, who seemed particularly excited about it, and to Harry's surprise, the other person to sign up was himself. (Harry)
A/N: Why did Harry sign up to dance in a duet, when he doesn't even like it? Could it be to impress the ladies? What is Violet planning on doing in a solo? All in the next chapter. R&R…