Belly Dancing

The six Death Eaters sat in the Malfoys' room (Voldemort had let them have the same bedroom, since they were married). It was certainly a gloomy scene. They were waiting for their first lesson, which would be belly dancing, much to their horror. In one hour they'd have to be there. Time went too fast for them. The time had come. They sighed, burst into fresh sobs and apparated to the street. Bellatrix knocked at the door. A pretty, young woman answered it.

"Hello" she said in a chirpy, Barbie – like voice. "I am Tiffany, your dancing teacher. Come in. Today is belly dancing!"
"Duh" they all said under their breath.

They walked into the dance room. It was all pink. Bellatrix then began to scream in horror, running around in circles and screaming: ¡¡NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" maniacally. Tiffany tutted.

"No, Bellatrix. You are obviously a very stressed out woman. To dance you need to relax. Reeelaaaaaaaaaxxxx."

"Fuck relax! I cannot survive this torture!! I refuse to stand in a pink room!! LORD VOLDEMORT WILL KILL YOU!!" she threatened.

Voldy apparated into the room. "Actually, no, Belly. I had this room painted pink especially for you"

"Oh…It's LOVELY, My Lord." she gushed, but with a look of terror upon her face. Voldemort laughed maniacally and dissaparated. The dance teacher, even though she was a muggle, did not seem perturbed.

"O-M-G, did his plastic surgery go wrong?" she asked. Then without giving anyone time to answer (not that they would have, they were still gawping at the spot where Voldy had been) she gushed on.

"Well, it was lovely of him to stop by, anyway. Really, like, cute, don't you think? Let's begin!

The sight of Crabbe and Goyle trying to belly dance was painful to watch. Lucius considered cursing his eyes out, but then he realised it was his turn and contemplated just killing himself instead. Both he and Narcissa were reasonably good at it though. Bellatrix was appalling. The fact that she had gotten so furious she was completely rigid did NOT help.

Then it was Sevy's turn. Trying to stun Bellatrix with his wonderful (not!) "talent" he began to dance what looked exactly like Shakira to the tune of "Hips Don't Lie". At one point, he tossed his head so that his hair fell completely on his face…and stayed there.

"Really, Sevy" sighed Tiffany, as she watched Snape trying to unstick his greasy hair from his face. "Don't you know that you have to use a special Shampoo for greasy hair?"

"I do! Conditioner, also!" said Snape indignantly.

"You do rinse it all off, don't you, dearie?"

Silence.

"Ooops" He said, in a totally feminine voice.

"Oh, it's all right Sevy. We all make mistakes" said Tiffany soothingly - speaking as if he was five years old! The other Death Eaters chuckled and Bellatrix fell to the floor in hysterics.

"Now, now, don't let's be mean to Sevy. And before I forget everyone, we're all booked for a makeover! Isn't that so great?" Tiffany squealed. Narcissa, who is the cheerleader type Death Eater, squealed and clapped her hands. "Yayyy! Oh Tiff, you're, like, the greatest ever! Thanks sooo much!"

The others looked horror struck. Bellatrix, who was still on the floor, suddenly turned her laughter into hysterical sobs, as she pounded her fist on the floor.

"Nooo!! Noooooooooooo!! Anything but a makeover!! Anything!!"

"There, there now. The kind man that just disappeared had booked and paid for it! Isn't that nice of him!"

The answer from the Death Eaters (except for Narcissa, who was still squealing and singing a song that sounded horribly like "Happy Tree Friends") was an extremely loud: "NO!!"

A/N: Lol the thought of Snape belly dancing was, imo, hilarious!! I just HAD to put it in the story! Thanks for my sis, Ellenare, for beta editing. :) Please please please review! there's cookies and cakes and ice-cream! Puss-in-boots from Shrek adorable face