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A/N-Would it kill you people to actually review? If you do, it will come back to you ten-fold. Think about it. Back to the story.
The strings of Rick Springfield's classic 80's hit filled the large room, and Luna began to sing, posing in a way that would have made Madonna proud.
Ginny is a friend,
Yeah I know she's been a good friend of mine.
But lately something's changed and it ain't hard to define,
Ginny's friends with Neville now and I wanna make him mine.
As the music sped up, Luna shut her bulbous eyes and started to sway on the spot, before continuing her performance,
Coz' my Neville, oh he's so shy,
And I love the fact that he's got green thumbs, even if I don't.
I wanna stroll the castle with him late, late at night,
You know I wish that I was NEVILLE'S GIRL!
At this, the curtain behind Luna flew up to reveal three first years in matching grey bodysuits, minus the boils, singing along Supremes' style.
I wish that I was Neville's girl!
How could I find a wizardlike that?
I wish that I was Neville's girl,
I wish that I was Neville's girl,
Why can't I find a wizard?
Why can't I find a wizard like that?
Several heads were now turned in Neville's direction, laughing at his alarmingly crimson face. He watched in horror as Luna started dancing around, making weird pelvic thrusts, and strange hand movements.
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
Wonderin' what he don't see in me.
Would it help if I was smart like Hermione?
Or maybe pretty like Padma Patil?
TELL ME!
Why can't I find a wizard like that?
At this dramatic finale, the back-up singers struck oddly positioned poses, while Luna clasped her hands to her heart, and looked at Neville.
Neville stood abruptly, pushing the bench back with such force that Ron (who had been leaning back to do some more 'discreet' perving on that once again unnamed Head of Gryffindor), fell backwards and received quite a nasty bump to the back of his head. Neville, heedless of the whispers and giggles, fled the Great Hall.
Luna looked shocked, but recovered quickly enough. She jumped off the stage, and with a quick curtsey and royal wave, sped off in pursuit of Neville.
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