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Celestina's Songbook: Christmas Edition, Volume 1 by ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor, Equinox Chick, hestiajones, Maple_and_PheonixFeather, iLuna17

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Original Work: Baby, It's Cold Outside

Author's Note: Um, this is a little smutty. The lines in brackets are the second singer.

 

I really can't stay –
(Harry, it's cold outside)
I've got to go away –
(Harry, it's cold outside)
This evening has been –
(Been hoping that you'd Floo in)
So very nice –
(I'll hold your hands, they're cold as ice)
Your mother will start to worry –
(Handsome, what's your hurry?)
Your father will be pacing the floor –
(Listen to your chest beast roar )
So really I'd better scurry –
(Gorgeous, please don't hurry. )
Well, maybe just one drink more –
(Put some music on, my Gryffindor.)


The Ravenclaws might think –
(Harry, it's bad out there.)
Say, what's in this drink? –
(No brooms to be had out there.)
I wish I knew how –
(Your eyes are green fire now)
To break your spell –
(I'll take your cloak; your hair looks swell.)
I ought to say no, no, no, sir –
(Mind if I move a little closer)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried –
(What's the sense in hurting my pride?)
I really can't stay –
(Harry, don't hold out)

(Harry, it's cold outside.)

I simply must go –
(Harry, it's cold outside)
The answer is no –
(Ooh Harry, it's cold outside.)
This welcome has been –
(If you’re lucky I’ll slither in.)
So nice and warm –
(Look out, we’ll cause a storm.)
Hermione will be suspicious –
(Circe, your lips look so delicious!)
Ron will be hammering at the door –
(Wave goodbye to that red-haired bore.)
Your aunt’s mind is far too vicious –
(Helga, your lips really taste delicious)
Well, maybe just a Firewhisky more –
(Never such a wizard before.)

I've got to go to my dorm –
(Oh, Harry, you'll freeze out there.)
Say, lend me your comb –
(I’m on my knees down here.)
You really should stand –
(Your eyes are like emeralds now.)
But don't you see –
(How can you do this thing to me?)
There's bound to be talk tomorrow –
(Making my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied –
(If you caught Spattergroit and died.)
I really can't stay –
(Get over that old out.)

Draco, it’s cold outside.
(Harry, it’s cold outside.)