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Wirlybird:: EVERYONE DO THE NUMA NUMA!!!!!

Kidea:: dances happily nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma nu ma, iei.

Draco:: This is so undignified! How can you?!

Bakura:: Easy…we dance! presses play and dances

Blaise and Malik:: Kidea and Wirlybird don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh, Harry Potter or Dragostea Din Tei (Numa numa song)…sucks ass don’t it.

Seto, Jounichi, Ryou, Pansy and Millicent:: Let’s dance! This is a Yu-Gi-Oh/Harry Potter crossover fic!

Yami and Harry:: No copyright infringements are intended, all recognizable material belongs to its various creators.

(A/N from Kidea – Italics is the song/translations

Bold is Draco and/or Bakura singing)

(A/N from Wirlybird – The ‘Ma-ia-hii, Ma-ia-huu, Ma-ia-hoo, Ma-ia-haha’ bits are just random sounds in the song, so they don’t need a translation unless they’re in some weird baby language…)

STUDY DANCING – NUMA NUMA STYLE!

“I am officially, here!” A blonde Egyptian wizard called as he entered his friends common room. He dumped a foot high stack of books on the desk in front of the miffed looking albino and the weary looking, icy eyed blonde. Both were in school unfirom…though their uniforms were slightly altered.He looked over at the couch for unconscious form of Blaise Zabini who was currently sprawled out lazily along the whole piece of furniture. He was so Ra damned hot.

“Do we have to Malik?” The albino Slytherin whined looking up at the happy Egyptian Ravenclaw.

“Sorry Bakura but you two have to. I don’t. My marks are fine, yours are dropping like a tone of bricks.” He said matter-o-factly, making the other blonde scowl.

“You wait till my father hears about this-“ He snapped but was cut off by a soft British accent from over in the corner.

“Enough with ‘farther’ crap already. We really couldn’t fu-!” The boy was cut off as his girlfriend, Pansy, whacked him upside the head.

“Watch it Ryou! He may be my ex but he’s still my friend.” And Ryou pouted at her before she grinned and kissed him, making Millicent, who was next to them, gag.

“Get a room.” The dark haired girl moaned, pretending to puke. Ryou and Pansy giggled and Malik turned back to the task at hand…only to find Bakura flirting with Draco and Draco flirting right back.

“Guys! Please! Look, Draco, you over that side!” He said pointing to the opposite end of the room, “Bakura! You over this side!” He snapped and pointed to the other end. Draco pouted and Bakura glared, neither of the moving an inch. The tanned boy sighed and looked around for help. He saw Seto sitting by the fire scribbling furiously, trying to finish a three-foot parchment on the various uses of Angel Mist for Professor Snape. He continued to look and saw someone’s foot hanging over the edge of the couch armrest.

“Seto, Blaise, can you help me please?” He whined and walked over and lent on the back of the couch and looked at Blaise, who twitched in annoyance. He was trying to sleep, because the thunderous snores of Crabbe and Goyle made it impossible to sleep anywhere near the dorm, because no silencing charm would shut those two up in their slumber.

“Why would I help you?” Seto grumbled not even looking up from his already three and a half foot long essay.

“Because if their marks are bad it reflects badly on your house, which, in turn, reflect badly on you.” The blonde Ravenclaw said as if it was plain fact. Seto thought about it for a moment and then sighed.

“Damn I hate you’re right. Fine I’ll help you.”

“Good, you take Bakura and put him over there.” Malik ordered nodding towards one end of the common room. Seto growled slightly but walked over and slung Bakura over his should…much to the albino’s disgust.

“You’ll help too? Please Blaise?” The violet eyed blonde pleaded, turning back to the disgruntled teen laying draped over the couch, giving the olive skinned boy his best puppy eyes.

“Don’t beg, it makes looks like you’re on a high. I’ll get Draco then.”

“Touch me and fear my wrath!” Draco cried try to sound important but not really making the tone and sounding more like a prissy little girl. Blaise snorted holding back his laughter at the pathetic blonde. He picked Draco up bridal style and nearly fell back as the smaller boy lashed out with pathetic kick.

“Don’t squirm. What are you? Three?” He growled, “Damn squirt.” The dark hair youth muttered.

“What did you call me!?” But Blaise didn’t answer and dumped a huffy Draco on the opposite side of the room from Bakura. Malik was giving the albino a set of tasks to do and Bakura was just nodding grudgingly. The tanned boy walked over to Draco and smiled happily.

“You should work on charms and Transfiguration. They seem to be your weakest subjects,” Draco just growled and nodded unhappily, “Good! Get to work!” Malik shouted, his voice going slightly off pitch. The shorter blonde (A/NfK-Draco) looked over at his white haired friend who was pulling out a small enchanted CD player. Bakura looked up at the silver eyed boy. Malik raised an eyebrow and went off the bathroom.

“I enchanted it to work by magic. So I can play muggle CDs here!” He said striking a triumphant pose, still sitting down, and grinning in a very Bakura way. He pushed the play button and a soft electronic tune came trickling into the Slytherin common room and the blonde youth twisted his chair around so he could lean his chest on the back.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Draco couldn’t help but mime along to the high pitch melody. Bakura smirked and joined in too.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Seto’s eye twitched at the disturbance in the peace. The electronic sounds were annoying as they got louder and dancier.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Draco nodded his head to the beat as the music picked up.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Bakura began to nod along too, he enjoyed this song.

Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.
((Hello [on a cellphone], greetings, it's me, an outlaw,
I ask you, my love, to accept happiness.))

When the first verse began Bakura’s voice filled Draco’s ears and he watched the albino sing along with the baritone lyrics.

Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
((Hello, hello, it's me, Picasso,
I sent you a beep [cellphone signal], and I'm brave [or strong],
But you should know that I'm not asking for anything from you.))

Bakura stopped as Draco sang when another, higher, voice replaced the baritone. On the second line Draco ran his fingers through hair seductively and raised his eyebrows twice when an electronic double beep made the music pause.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
((You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me.))

The beat changed to something you could really dance to and Bakura slide out of his chair, cocking his hip to the side and looking very sexy. Draco gulped, his eyes glued on the albino’s figure.

Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
((Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes.))

Bakura smirked at the affect he was having on the blonde. He slapped his hands on his thighs and spread his legs, heels together, and ran his hands down his inner thigh. Before snapping back up, his hands going to the back of his neck, before running down his chest, letting his hands find their way around his hips to his firm ass. Draco held back a moan and stood up, using the back of the chair for support in fear that his knees would give way. He stood with one foot on the ground and the other on the chair, his knee bent and his forearm resting on the chair back.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
((You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me.))

Draco twirled seductively to the beat stopping after two rotations to stare deeply into Bakura’s eyes from his place across the room.

Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
((Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes.))

The chorus continued and Draco mimicked the taller boy’s actions by running his hands down his inner thigh and coming back up. Bakura groaned as the blonde began to toy with him as well.

Harry and Yami had been doing their prefect rounds. They had managed to find a blonde Hufflepuff by the name of Jounichi and he was forced to tag along with them until they could find a teacher. It was nearly midnight and they had agreed to return to Gryffindor Tower once they had checked the dungeons. As they neared the Slytherin Area drum beats began to echo in their ears.

“What in Merlin’s name is that?” Harry wondered out loud and stared at the portrait entrance to the Slytherin common room.

“I have no Ra damned idea, Ri. But I think we should take a look. We are prefects after all. Wouldn’t want to neglect our duties.” Yami said, his red eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

Harry snorted, “Yeah, right. You just want blackmail material and gossip for tomorrow.”

Yami paused and looked at his dark haired lover, “Yes…yes I do. Now let’s go sweetheart, before they halt their evil doings.”

“Oh yeah I’m sure music is the tool of Satan, but hey we ain’t got nothing else to do.” Harry said and walked over to the portrait.

“Can I come too?” Jounichi asked, looking much like a lost puppy.

“Not like we have anything else to do with you Jou-kun.” Yami replied and Jou smiled at his friend.

Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum,
Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.
((I call you [over the phone], to tell you what I feel right now,
Hello, my love, it's me, your happiness.))

The beat slowed again, the melody all but disappearing. The deep baritone voice sounding over the music, as it came to a crescendo at the end of the first line. Bakura had been staring back at the silver eyed youth but as the drums hit in again he began moving methodically towards the smaller boy. Seto had had enough. He gathered up his parchment, books and self inking quill and stormed out of the common room in a huff.

Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
((Hello, hello, it's me again, Picasso,
I sent you a beep [cellphone signal] and I'm brave [or strong],
But you should know that I'm not asking for anything from you.))

Draco bent forward slightly and wiggled his shoulders at Bakura who smirked evilly as he pushed his fringe out of his face and moonwalked over to Draco, swinging his hips to make the dorky move look incredibly sexy.

Seto smashed open the portrait, much to the paintings annoyance, and stormed out. Unfortunately Harry had been standing next to the door and was now currently smushed up between the bluestone wall and the portrait, who was screaming obscenities at Harry, the wall and Seto. Seto paused and looked at Harry’s hand which was the only visible part of him….it was twitching violently.

“You should watch where you’re standing four-eyes.” He said coolly and began to walk off when he saw Jounichi looking at him with shiny eyes. He gave the blonde a nervous glace before he was glomped.

“Kaiba-kun! You’ve come to save me. I love you!” The brown eyed teen cried as he nuzzled the tall brunette’s chest.

“Get the hell off me!” Seto snapped as he stumbled a little before pushing Jou off him.

“But I love you! Please don’t leave me here!” Jou cried and latched onto Seto’s arm.

“Oh come on Kaiba-san. Be a sport. Just take him back to the Hufflepuff Tower. Pretty please.” Yami pleaded as he pulled the portrait away from the green eyed youth.

“Fine. Come on Mutt.” The tallest boy grumbled and walked off with a very happy Jounichi in tow. As Harry began to close the portrait Yami grabbed it and held it open. They both stared in fascinated horror.

“Is it just me or is he the Slytherin equivalent of Hermione?” The emerald eyed boy asked as he and Yami watched Seto leave with Jounichi picking up the books the brunette had dropped.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
((You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me.))

Bakura and Draco knocked their hips together and twirled around each other before smacking their hands on their hips and swinging in time to the beat and music.

“Oh my fucking God. What the hell is going on here?” Harry said slowly as his eyes moved with Draco’s hips.

“Oo I think drugs are involved! Let’s take them to McGonnagall! She’ll eat them alive!” Yami grinned in a psychotically happy way.

Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
((Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes.))

The blonde and the albino turned to each other and repeated the move of running their hands down their thighs like they had in the first chorus. Blaise lifted his head and looked over, grunted in annoyance of the excessively loud music, and slumped again, apparently asleep. Malik came back and saw Blaise looking pissed off and sleepy. He smiled affectionately at the boy he loved, before picking him up and carrying him to the sixth year boy’s dorm, where his bed was. He was so cute when he was sleepy. It was amazing when you were so entranced in someone else’s presence that you could ignore everything going on around you.

Harry stopped Yami from going in and they continued to watch the sexy show.

“Since when could Draco dance?” Harry asked quirking an eyebrow.

“I don’t know but they both look really sexy.” Yami grinned as he pulled out a note book and began to jot down everything he saw, for the use of blackmail and gossip…and anything else he could think of when it suited him.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
((You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me.))

Bakura placed his hands on Draco’s hips and the smaller boy wrapped his arms around the albino’s neck and they continued to sway their hips in time with the melody. Ryou, Pansy and Millie had their arms extended in front of them and all their fingers curled up but their index finger and thumb. They were twisting their wrists from side to side to the beat and they had the stupidest looks on their faces. Their eyes were closed and their mouth were open in huge happy smiles.

Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
((Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes.))

The taller boy pulled Draco’s hips into his own and began to grind against the younger boy. The blonde threw his head back and moaned loudly only to have Bakura latch onto his neck and beginning to nip and suck at the tender flesh.

All who were watching were drooling like blood thirsty animals.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Draco began singing along with the unintelligible language. And Bakura halted the blonde’s words by kissing his lips in a bruising yet passionate kiss, as the CD play continued to blast out the electronica tune.

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha

They pulled away for air and continued to sing as drums were initiated back into the melody.

Harry continued to watch and gasped when he felt Yami’s arms wrap around his waist.

“Let’s go back to the dorm, koi.” Harry nodded in silent agreement and they disappeared down the dark dungeon corridor.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
((You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me.))

Draco and Bakura let go of each other and pushed their backs together and shimmied towards the floor.

Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
((Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes.))

They snapped back up and Bakura whipped around so the Draco’s back was pressed to his chest.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
((You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want to take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me.))

He ground his hips into the silver eyed teen basking in Draco’s groans of pleasure.

Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
((Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes.))

Draco let his head flop onto Bakura’s shoulder and the albino let his head fall forwards in a dramatic ending to the song. They came up and looked around them.

“Didn’t realise you had an audience did ya?” Millie laughed as Draco turned crimson and Bakura’s eyes widened in shock.

“You dance sexy.” Pansy laughed and Draco couldn’t help but grab Bakura and burry his face in the taller boy’s chest out of pure embarrassment.

“Why thank you.” Bakura grinned sounding very proud of himself as he petted the blonde’s hair affectionately. Draco looked up and Bakura smirked before kissing him hard on the lips, to much applause from Pansy, Ryou and Millie. He ran his tongue along the seam of the smaller boy’s lips only to have them part willingly.

Malik walked in on this scene. His hair was tousled and he was slightly flushed, but looking pleased with himself. He stared in horror and annoyance.

“Fuck!” He shouted, scolding himself more than anything.

“Ok then, we will.” Bakura laughed and dragged Draco up to the dorm.


Wirlybird:: Wow. Nine pages.

Kidea:: OH MY GOD!!! WE DID IT!!!

Draco:: Oh my fucking God!

Bakura:: You guys are fucking nuts.