Pour Some Sugar on Me

Pour some sugar on me

"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on. Livin' like a lover with a radar phone. Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?"

Ron shook his head. He, Hermione, and Harry were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, and had been doing so for almost half an hour. However, Harry hadn't said a word to his friends. Not that they were angry with each other; they hadn't been fighting for a long time. It was just that Harry seemed to be busy singing this morning.

"Let him be," said Hermione, who sat to Harry's left.

Ron snorted. He looked at his friend. He had a Muggle CD player, and was listening to some Muggle rock band, bobbing his head to the tune that was coming from the earphones, and singing along with the band singer.

"Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light, television lover, baby, go all night. Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet, little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah..."

Christmas holiday was over, and Harry had as usual got a really bad present from the Dursleys. This year, they had sent him a broken CD player. If they had known that McGonagall would repair it for Harry, they probably would have sent something else. Harry had sent an owl to Mr Weasley, asking him to buy a CD, and two days later, an owl dropped a package in Harry's lap with a Def Leppard CD.

Since then, Harry had listened to it everyday. And now, he'd discovered his favourite song.

"Pour some sugar on me! Ooh, in the name of love! Pour some sugar on me! C'mon fire me up! Pour your sugar on me! Oh, I can't get enough! Pour some sugar on me!" Harry almost shouted.

Several students turned to look at him, and laughed. "Potter's gone crazy..." Ron heard a boy from Ravenclaw say.

"Harry!" Ron hissed. Harry didn't hear him. He was banging his head to the electric guitar and the drums, his hair obscuring his face as his head moved up and down with his eyes closed.

"Take a bottle, shake it up, break the bubble, break it up..." Harry sang.

"Harry, shut up!" Ron yelled and reached out and turned the CD player off.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Ron with surprise. "Why did you turn it off? That was the best part!"

"Cause you're embarrassing yourself! Banging your head like some madman, screaming like a banshee!" Ron said irritated. "The whole school is looking at you."

Harry turned around, but only saw a few students staring at him. "No, they're not. Come on, Ron, it's a great song!"

"About sugar?" Hermione sniggered.

"It's not exactly about sugar," Harry explained. "It's about love... I think. Or maybe it's just about sex. But anyway, this song is amazing!"

Hermione smiled at her friend.

Ron rolled his eyes. "It's just a song! And you've been singing it all week, Harry!"

"Because it's good!"

"It is not!"

"Yes, it is! Here, listen!" Harry held out the earphones to Ron. "Put them on!"

Ron glared at him. "Never."

Harry shrugged. "Okay, I'll just keep singing it to you, then." He put on the earphones again and pressed the play-button. Within seconds, the music was blasting loudly again.

"You got the peaches, I got the cream! Sweet to taste, saccharine! 'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet. From my head, my head, to my feet!" Harry sang, smiling broadly at Ron.

"Oh, my god..." Ron groaned. And he wasn't the only one.

"Harry, cut it out!" Seamus called.

"Yeah, turn it off!" Dean said. "You're driving me nuts with your sugar."

But Harry just turned the music up louder and started bobbing his head, singing the chorus again.

"Potter, shut up!" Pansy Parkinson yelled from the Slytherin table.

"Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

"Get out of here, Potter!" Michael Corner spit. Even some of the Hufflepuffs were shooting daggers at Harry with their eyes.

"C'mon fire me up! Pour your sugar on me!"

Ron was about to hit Harry in the head with his fork when he spotted Draco Malfoy walking over to their table. Harry had his back turned against him, and didn't see him coming. Ron didn't know why, but he sat back again, watching Malfoy getting closer to Harry, his trademark sneer on his face.

"C'mon fire me up! Pour your sugar on me!"

Malfoy was holding a sugar bowl in his hand, and Ron smiled wickedly. Malfoy stopped right behind Harry, who never saw it coming...

"C'mon fire me up! Pour your sugar on me!"

Malfoy grabbed Harry by the shoulders, turned him around, and pressed his lips against Harry's. The earphones fell to the floor and Harry's eyes opened wide and Malfoy kissed him hungrily. When he broke the kiss, he took the lit off the bowl and poured the sugar down onto Harry's head.

"What the...?"

"You asked for it, Potter." Malfoy smirked, watching the sugar ooze down from Harry's hair and onto his lap. "I fired you up, and then I poured some sugar on you. Just like you wanted."

Then he turned around and walked back to his friends, while the other students cheered and whistled loudly. Ron roared with laughter at Harry's chocked expression, and Hermione almost choked on her pumpkin juice.

Harry just stared at Malfoy, too startled to say anything. Malfoy sat down at the Slytherin table beside Blaise Zabini, who patted him on the back, wiping tears of joy from his eyes. Malfoy caught Harry staring, grinned at him, and shouted across the Great Hall:

"That was Def Leppard, right? I can't wait until you sing Make Love Like a Man, Potter!"

The End