Yeah, just to let everyone know: most chapters will not have this many songs. I might put one or two in, but never three. I just wanted everyone to see what a lot of my songs are going to be like. There's going to be a lot of Superchick, which most of you might have heard songs by but have never heard of (they sing "One Girl Revolution" and "Watch me Shine"). In this chapter I've got Hermione singing "One Girl Revolution" by Superchick, Harry and Malfoy singing "What is this Feeling?" from the musical Wicked, and Lavender singing "Amar Sin Ser Amada" by Thalia. "Amar Sin Ser Amada" translates directly to mean "To Love Without Being Loved", so she's singing about her relationship with Ron there... That one was just a heads-up that some of the songs might not necessarily be in English, but I will always let you know what they mean or what they mean in general!

Anywho, I hope to continue this fic all the way to Harry and Voldemort's final confrontation because I have a song already picked out for that, and maybe even to Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's graduation from Hogwarts because I have a song that could be appropriate there too. Both songs are by Superchick. I love Superchick, so there will be a lot of songs by them in this fanfiction... I might throw some BarlowGirl in here too, but a lot of their songs are blatantly Christian so I will only be using songs that are pretty neutral but still fun. There will be "normal" songs too, those popular ones that I hate so much... like I am thinking of using some Kelly Clarkson songs in here, too... definitely some Superchick (can you tell I love songs by Superchick?)... oh and I have a plan for Harry singing "American Idiot" even though I hate that song... and my cousin is in a band that has a CD contract but know one knows about them because honestly they really stink, but I might use a song or two from them just so I can say to her later, "Yeah, I put some of your songs in a fanfiction about Harry Potter!" so if I ever use songs by a group called The Gemz then that is my cousin's singing group... count on some more Spanish songs, most likely from Thalia or Juanes (not "Camisa Negra" because that song is so random! It's about how black shirts have soul or something like that...)... and of course more Superchick. But the Superchick songs are awesome and fun. If it's one where it's meant to be spoken from the singer to God then I will most likely have the person be singing to someone else in the room instead, except for the one for the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, he'll sing that one to whichever deity he follows (who knows if Harry's Christian? He celebrates Christmas but he never mentions God. For all we know he's Jewish or Hindu (GHANDI LOVES YOU! (sorry, inside joke with my friends)) or even pagan). Anywho, READ THE CHAPTER AND PLEASE REVIEW!

Harry smiled through his exhaustion. A few more minutes and it looked like McGonagall was going to explode; no one in the class was talking! A Gryffindor Quidditch victory the day before had led to a long night of partying, with plenty of butterbeer and food smuggled in by Harry, Ron, and a cuckolding Hermione. That long night of partying had left all of the Gryffindors exhausted the next day, and now even Hermione was fighting to stay awake, her eyelids fluttering over barely opened eyes.

"What is wrong with all of you?" McGonagall finally demanded, putting her hands angrily on her waist. "What's happened that has caused all of you—even you, Ms. Granger!—to fall into such a stupor?"

Ron fell snoring onto his copy of Advanced Transfiguration, his tongue falling out to lie limply on the first page of the chapter they had just started learning.

"Honestly!" McGonagall demanded, coming forward to wrench Ron's head back up by shoving it gently back with one hand. "This is the ninth time I've asked a question without getting any hands! Once again: who can tell me the spell to transfigure a teapot into a tortoise?" No one raised their hand, although that had been the practical part of the O.W.L. examinations in fifth year; now, as seventh-years, every student in N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration should have known the answer to this question. "That's it!" McGonagall screeched, her hands flying into the air. Then, taking out her wand, the new headmistress yelled, "Infortunium carmen!"

Nothing happened. Harry was fully awake now, wondering what this spell should have done. Hermione and Ron had both overcome their own exhaustions to stare at the apparently insane professor. Finally, Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"Professor—what exactly were you trying to accomplish with that spell?"

Professor McGonagall smiled. "If the spell worked," she replied, "then you should all be speaking up more often from now on. I'm very disappointed with all of you, especially you, Ms. Granger. You usually speak up in class."

"Whether or not you want her to," Ron muttered, his head drifting dangerously close to his textbook again.

Hermione glared at him, and then shocked the whole class by standing up—on her chair. Still glaring down at the astonished Ron, she burst into song: "I wear a disguise, I'm just your average Jane. The 'super' doesn't stand for 'model', but the doesn't mean I'm plain; if all you see is how I look, you've missed the superchick within. And l christen you Titanic, underestimate and swim." Hermione looked petrified that she was actually singing—and singing well!—but she continued, apparently being forced on by some invisible force: "And I'll be everything that I want to be, I am confidence and insecurity. I am a voice yet waiting to be heard. I'll shoot the shot—bang!—that you hear 'round the world. And I'm a one-girl revolution… I'm a one-girl revolution!" Rock and roll music played while Hermione, apparently deciding to go along with whatever was happening, jumped onto the desk and started to play the air guitar. While she "played", she continued to sing: "Some people see the revolution, but most only see the girl. I can lose my hard-earned freedom if my fear defines my world. I declare my independence from the critics and their stones. I can find my revolution, I can learn to stand alone. And I'll be everything that I want to be, I am confidence and insecurity. I am a voice yet waiting to be heard, I'll shoot the shot—bang!—that you hear 'round the world. I'm a one-girl revolution… I'm a one-girl revolution… I'm a one-girl revolution… cuz I'm a one-girl revolution! Cuz I'm a one-girl revolution! And I'll be everything that I want to be. I am confidence and insecurity, I am a voice yet waiting to be heard. I'll shoot the shot—bang!—that you hear 'round the world. I'll be everything that I want to be. I am confidence and insecurity. I am a voice yet waiting to be hear. I'll shoot the shot—bang!—that you hear 'round the world!" Hermione made a big finish by jumping off of the desk, directly in front of a smiling McGonagall.

"Thank you for that wonderful example, Ms. Granger," McGonagall complimented the confused student. "Ten points to Gryffindor!"

Hermione panted, even more exhausted from her song interlude. "But Professor—!"

The bell rang, releasing the class to go to lunch. Ron handed Hermione her bag, giving her no reason to stay behind to question their Transfiguration teacher. On the way out of the classroom, he turned to ask Hermione, "So what was that back there?"

Hermione looked at Ron, still stunned. "I have no idea!" she insisted. "One minute I was angry with you, and the next I was standing on my desk and singing!"

Someone nudged Harry, causing him to drop his bag. School supplies fell everywhere, and his bottle of ink shattered on the stone floor. Looking up irritably, he saw Malfoy standing over him with a smirk. Harry forgot his bag. "What are you doing here?" he asked, staring at the boy who had tried to kill Dumbledore.

Malfoy's smirk grew. "I'm a student, aren't I?"

"But you tried to kill—!"

"No one can prove that, Potter."

"Then where have you been? We're a good month into the term and this is the first I've seen of you since you and Snape ran off last year!"

The two boys glared at each other for a moment, before Harry, shocking everyone in the corridor into stopping to see exactly what he was doing, sang: "What is this feeling, so sudden and new?"

Malfoy, surprising even himself, continued the thought in song: "I felt the moment I laid eyes on you!"

Harry stood, clutching his throat in an attempt to stop himself from singing, "My pulse is rushing."

Malfoy countered with, "My head is reeling."

"My face is flushing!"

Then the two boys sang in unison: "What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame… does it have a name? Yes…

"Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!"

"For your face," Malfoy spat.

Harry responded, "Your voice!"

"Your clothing!"

Both Harry and Malfoy continued, "Let's just say: I loathe it all! Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl, with simple utter loathing. There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation; it's so pure, so strong! Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last and I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!"

Now all of the people who had stopped in the corridor—including Ron and Hermione—burst into song to sing: "Dear Harry you are just too good! How do you stand it, I don't think I could! He's a terror, he's a tartar, we don't mean to show a bias but Harry, you're a martyr!"

"Well," Harry sang sheepishly, "These things are sent to try us…"

"Poor Harry, forced to reside with someone so disgusticified! We just want to tell you: we're all on your side! We share your loathing!"

Harry and Malfoy sang, "Oh what is this feeling?"

"Unadulterated loathing!"

"So sudden and new! I felt—"

"For his face!"

"—the moment I laid eyes on you!"

"His voice!"

"My pulse is—!"

"His clothing!"

"Rushing, my head is—!"

"Let's just say:"

"—reeling!"

"We loathe it all!"

"Oh, what is this feeling?"

"Every little trait, however small, makes our very flesh…"

"Does it have a name?"

"…begin to crawl!"

"Yes…"

"Ah…!"

Harry, Malfoy, Ron, Hermione, and everyone in the corridor began dancing, gathering into groups of four to spin around in circles, hanging by one hand each, while they all sang in unison:

"Loathing! There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation! Loathing! It's so pure, so strong! So strong!"

The groups broke apart, everyone but Malfoy and Harry forming a gigantic, dancing circle to hear the two boys sing together:

"Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last, and I will be loathing for forever—loathing, truly, deeply—loathing you my whole life long!"

The rest of the student's sang, "Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!" while Malfoy took the opportunity to sneak up on Harry and, when everyone had finished singing, grab him from behind.

"BOO!" he yelled.

Harry screeched, and the music ended. Panting, he pointed down the hallway and glared at Malfoy. "Get out of here and leave me alone!" he shouted.

Malfoy didn't budge. "What just happened here?" he asked, voicing the question everyone else in the corridor was asking as they picked up the bags they had discarded to join in the dance.

Harry, still panting, shrugged. He was a bit embarrassed; his singing voice, as the entire school would know in a matter of hours, was horrible. The whole time, his voice had been cracking, going up and down whole scales and changing pitch at random points. Malfoy, on the other hand, had sung beautifully in a clear tenor voice. Harry hoped people were too busy listening to Malfoy's singing to hear his, but somehow he doubted it.

Harry, forgetting his bag, followed Ron and Hermione towards the Great Hall for lunch, But as they were coming down the hall, they heard Lavender singing in Spanish to a very confused Parvati: "Amar sin ser amada es una puñalada¡No vuelvo a equivocarme más, nunca más! Amar sin ser amada, quedar abandonada. No pienso someterme a más otro amor. ¡Que no pueda devolver todo lo que yo le doy, todo lo que me confié, nunca mas volveré! Amar sin ser amada, dejo mi alma quebrada, pero al fin pude aprender."

Parvati looked incredibly confused, and shook her head at Lavender, saying, "I can't understand a word you're saying! Please speak English!"

Ron watched his ex-girlfriend pass by, his own face expressing his confusion. "What is going on?"