Dancing with the devil
It was a dream, he new that, as he remembered getting into bed, this fact was further impressed on him when Harry had said to him "hi TR" the audacity of him to refer to his old name in any form even just the initials of it, he was about to remark on this, when Harry continued "sweetie you have invited yourself into my dream, again, I have to say I find it most impertinent" then in a resolute tone carried on "Well as this is my dream and your here, I might as well make use of you, we'll have to change your clothes" Harry looked him up and down and shook his head "you'll never do like that".
Harry waved his wand "much better, a little bit of colour too" Harry looked him up and down "I figured that you'd be happier in the males outfit" he looked at himself in a mirror, he was wearing a purple kilt complete with a sporran and matching long purple socks. Harry's outfit matched but was obviously the female version, witch didn't have a sporran. He was shaken from his shocked musings by Harry "you've probably guessed by now, we're going Scottish country dancing".
As if reading his mind the idiot boy said in a casual manner "Hermione doesn't like the music, and Ron has two left feet, and since your here, even in this form I figured I'd do something fun it's been ages since I've been Scottish country dancing. It was either this or going to a barn dance, and with Scottish country dancing i get to wear a pretty outfit"
The boy took his arm and Apparated. They were outside what looked like a village hall there was the unmistakable sound of the bagpipes. Harry looked at him grinning "oh goody, I do like the bagpipes, such an under appreciated instrument". He himself thought that to some people the bagpipes could probably be used as a torture technique.The boy took his arm "oh I put a glamour on you, your face really is quite shockingly snake like. I myself am quite use to it, others might be" he considered his words "alarmed by it" Harry looked at his face with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.
Everyone in the hall was dressed in similar outfits. They stood by the dance floor while the current song ended. Harry took his hand and led the way to the floor "come on they go over the steps before the music plays". When everyone seemed to know the steps, the music started with a man playing the accordion. Harry skipped around seeming to know the steps perfectly. After the song had ended he had said "that one is one of my favourites, I like the tune, and all the little leaps with pointed toes".
For the last dance everyone stood in a circle. By now he was actually enjoying himself, Harry's enthusiasm was contagious. There were ten couples, and one by one each couple would go into the centre of the circle, and dance together. Everyone was smiling and clapping in time to the music. He felt like he was, maybe smiling as well, he new he was definitely clapping along with everyone else in the hall, but this was only a dream, or at least that's what he'd tell himself when he woke up. Wasn't that it, wasn't that all this was, just an idiotic dream? He did wonder though.