A/N: I know, it's been forever. But it happens when you have a vicious biology teacher. I updated my profile for anyone who cares. Um, thanks to discombobulated drummer and slim shady for reviewing last time. (I really will try to keep this updated now...) But anyways. Here's Chapter Nine.

Chapter Nine: "Disco Will Neva Die!"

"So wait...You two went to the Malfoy Manor in the middle of the night, almost got caught, and lost two hours of sleep...for nothing? The spell isn't even harmful?" Ron said as a disgruntled Hermione looked on. She had just finished relating her discovery in the library.

"That's hilari--," Ron started to say, laughing. He stopped abruptly at the look Hermione was giving him.

"What's with the vicious tiger faces lately?" Harry said, staring into space and recalling Snape from the day before. Hermione sneered.

As they left breakfast and went down toward the dungeons that would hold them captive for an hour, a piece of strange melody floated down from the upper floors. It was a few moments before they recognized it:

"At first I was afraid, I was petrified.

Kept thinkin I could never live without you by my side..."

Hermione, upset though she was, had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing.

"You thought I'd lay down and die, but no not I!

I will survive!"

"What the bloody hell is that about?" Ron asked, an amused but perplexed look on his face.

"Dunno...maybe Filch is having a party with Mrs. Norris or something," Harry mused. Hermione sighed.

"Don't you realize what's happened?...Well, I suppose you'll know in an hour anyway,"she said. "Nevermind that, come on." And she led them to the dungeons.

Snape was standing at his desk. "Today, class, as you should remember, we will be testing the potions you made yesterday. Any volunteers?" he said sarcastically.

Ron had laid his head down, prepared to snore through another boring lesson. "Pick me, pick me...!" he said sleepily, with an expression that clearly said he was thoroughly enjoying his dream.

Snape smirked. "Ah, Weasley...perfect." A savage look crossed his face but Harry blinked, startled, and it was gone. Snape swiftly walked to Ron's desk and slammed down the flask to wake him up. Ron's head snapped up from his desk.

"What? Where did the twins go! They were just about to...uh-oh."

With quick disconcerted glances his dreamy expression turned to that of one who has just taken a gulp of sour milk. He reached out and took the flask in his hand, lip trembling. Ron tilted the flask bottom up and drank its entire contents and when he was finished, he set it down triumphantly, confident that nothing had happened. He had two seconds of glory before he rushed out of the classroom holding his stomach.

Close to an hour later, after Ron had rejoined them with only the side effect of having turned a nice light shade of lavender, the trio were headed up to Professor Lupin's classroom. Bits of melody reached their ears, growing louder and louder each time.

"You know it's all right, it's ok

I'll live to see another day"

And a few moments later:

"It's fun to stay at the YMCA,

It's fun to stay at the YMCA..."

And right at Lupin's door:

"Hollywood hills and suburban thrills,

hey you, who are you--"

A mumble came from within, "No, brotha, wrong one." Ron pushed open the door, a smile on his purple face.

They were greeted by a blast of "Heatwave" and Lupin strutting around the room, which was quite a site of its own. The only light source was a large disco ball that was hanging from the ceiling, casting spots of color around. The desks had been replaced with multi-colored bean bags and Lupin threw a boa around the necks of all who dared enter. Lupin was a spectacle himself, having dressed up in a three-piece suit composed of platinum jacket and pants and a lemon yellow shirt. He had a pair of outrageously oversized thick-rimmed sunglasses over his eyes and brightly colored round beads on the four or five necklaces he was wearing. His hair had been frizzed and teased religiously into a curly afro and he had Union Jack-printed platfrom shoes on his feet.

"Professor Lupin, is that really you?" Hermione said, gawking.

"Baby, you know I'm real!" Lupin replied. Ron was staring around the room with a huge grin on his face.

"Groovy, ain't it, brotha?" Lupin said happily. Harry was laughing while mindlessly dancing to the last few beats of "Heatwave."

"Yeah, I like the psychadelic beads. But yellow's not really your color," he said, smiling. Hermione sighed and made him sit down.

Lupin tranformed their class into dancing lessons and they spent the day spinning to "I Will Survive." When class was over, Harry left with a smile on his face and a song in his head. At the bottom of the staircase, Harry stopped. He listened, and from upstairs he heard:

"Hey there Delilah,

what's it like in New--"

And a distant mumble"

"Nope, wrong one. Here it is."

And the sound of "September" filled the castle.

A/N: Well I think I probably messed that up but it was fun. Review if you feel like it, ok? Cheers, uraniumbombz.

Lyric Information: (in order)

"I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor

"Stayin Alive" by the BeeGees

"YMCA" by the Village People

"Slow Down" by The Academy Is...

"Heatwave" by Martha and the Vandellas

"Hey There Delilah" by The Plain White Ts

"September" by Earth Wind and Fire