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A/N: Howdy y'all! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic I've ever written and the first fanfic I've ever published, so please R/R!
The Beauty Contest
Chap. One: The Flier
It was an average day at Hogwarts and all the students were heading towards their common rooms after a filling dinner. Harry, Ron and Hermione were no exception. Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand while Harry walked alongside them as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Ron and Hermione have been going out since the end of fifth year, they were now in the beginning of their sixth. They still got into quite a few arguments, but things usually worked out for the best.
Harry blurted the password to the Fat Lady and they all headed into the common room to find a stack of fliers sitting on a near by table, people gathered around to take a look. Harry picked one up and started to read it out loud to Ron and Hermione.
All young women the age of sixteen or older are invited to compete in Hogwarts First Annual Brains and Beauty Contest. It will take place on November 25th. All girls wanting to enter the competition must fill out an entry form by November 10th. There will be several categories to challenge all of the competitor's skills.
Prizes:
Nimbus 2005
"A Nimbus two-thousand and five? Are you certain it's a two-thousand and five?? I mean, those haven't even been released to the national teams, much less the public!" Ron shouted with enthusiasm.
"Yup, I'm certain, see?" Harry said as he held the flier up so Ron could read it himself.
"Wow" Ron responded in pure amazement and then a sly grin crept on his face as he placed his arm around Hermione's shoulders.
"No way Ron!" Hermione shouted, knocking Ron's arm away.
"What are you talking about Hermione? I was just putting my arm around you." Ron said in the most convincing voice possible.
"I know exactly what you're insinuating by doing so and there is no way!" Hermione glared up at Ron, who only grinned devilishly back down at her.
"You didn't seem to mind what I was "insinuating by doing so" last night…" Ron said a bit louder so as to gain the attention of the common room, still grinning.
Hermione looked really confused for a second and then her eyes grew wide and her face grew red. "Ronald Weasley! You know good and well that I'm not that kind of girl!" Harry laughed as Ron put his arm around her shoulders again and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione saw this of course and elbowed him in the stomach. He doubled over holding his stomach in pain, but even that didn't stop him from laughing himself. "Back to the point though," Hermione said still glaring at Ron, "I'm not joining any beauty contest just to win some broom stick."
Ron stopped laughing and looked sadly at Hermione with great big puppy dog eyes. "Not even for me?" Ron said with a frown on his face.
Hermione's glare faded as she looked into his deep eyes, at that moment she almost felt like giving in, why does he have to know all my weaknesses! She thought angrily, but her pride won out and a somewhat weaker glare returned to her face. "Especially not for you." She said in more of a joking tone than anything else.
Ron looked shocked. "She hates me! I knew it! She hates me!" He began to cry in mock pain on Harry's shoulder. Harry laughed as he patted Ron on the back. "Bought time you realized it man." Ron looked up with a quick glare at Harry as he grabbed the flier from his hands.
"Hmmmm… You didn't finish reading off the prizes Harry." Ron looked interestingly at the flier as a glimpse of hope flashed across his face.
"Oh yeah?" Harry responded. "You two distracted me, what else are they giving away?"
Ron cleared his throat to get Hermione's attention and said. "How does a hundred galleon gift certificate for Flourish and Blotts sound? You know how many books you could get with that much money Hermione?" Ron smiled with success as he looked at the now semi-interested Hermione.
"Oh don't mock me Ron!" Hermione shouted at him.
"Look!" Ron said as he held the paper even with her eyes.
"I…I don't care!" Hermione shouted as she folded her arms. "I'm not entering some beauty contest just to be gawked at and humiliated in front of everyone! It goes against everything I stand for!"
"'Mione," Ron said as he looked at her seriously, "you have nothing to worry about, the only reason anyone would stare at you is because of your unrivaled beauty and unparalleled intelligence." Hermione blushed bright red at that and looked at her feet.
"Well, I don't want to be stared at like a piece of meat either!" like I have anything worth looking at anyway she thought.
"You're missing the whole point! It's not just a beauty contest! I'm sure it's got tons of events, almost like the tri-wizard tournament! Just not as dangerous! I'm sure they'll have tests of magic, and logic, and stuff like that." Ron said as he did his best to convince Hermione to enter. She actually looked like she was considering joining. She looked up at Ron.
"What else does the flier say Ron?" Hermione inquired.
"Well…" Ron began excitedly as he read from the paper. "It says that the contestants will be informed of the events on the 10th of November."
"What about the other prizes? I mean, the most likely people to join the contest are people like Parvati and Lavender. What would they want with a broom or books?"
"Good point" Harry agreed as Ron looked back at where the prizes were listed.
"Hmmmm…" Ron breathed as he read the paper again.
Hermione was growing impatient and finally snatched the paper away. "It seems you both missed one of the most important parts. There's a list of prizes here, it's got a lot of things that Parvati and Lavender would love to have…but the catch is, the winner of the contest gets to choose one prize from the list." Hermione then looked up at a very disappointed Ron.
Even if she did enter and win now, there's no way she would pick a broom over books. I would be the best Keeper in all of Hogwarts if I had that broom! Ron thought sadly.
"Ron, you don't need some fancy broom to be great at Quidditch." Hermione said trying to cheer him up and smiled at him, but he still looked depressed.
"I'm going to bed." Ron sighed and he heaved himself up the stairs towards the boy's dormitories.
A/N: That's all for now, but please r/r! I have many directions that this story could go, it all depends on y'all! Do you want Hermione to enter on her own? Should Ron enter her name? Come on and tell me guys, I want to please ya! I also apologize, I have a good story in my head, but I'm not the greatest writer, so some times I don't put it down as good as it is in my head. Suggestions welcome! I'll try to make the next chapter longer unless the only replies I get are flames.
PyroAndrea
A/N: Howdy y'all! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic I've ever written and the first fanfic I've ever published, so please R/R!
The Beauty Contest
Chap. One: The Flier
It was an average day at Hogwarts and all the students were heading towards their common rooms after a filling dinner. Harry, Ron and Hermione were no exception. Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand while Harry walked alongside them as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Ron and Hermione have been going out since the end of fifth year, they were now in the beginning of their sixth. They still got into quite a few arguments, but things usually worked out for the best.
Harry blurted the password to the Fat Lady and they all headed into the common room to find a stack of fliers sitting on a near by table, people gathered around to take a look. Harry picked one up and started to read it out loud to Ron and Hermione.
All young women the age of sixteen or older are invited to compete in Hogwarts First Annual Brains and Beauty Contest. It will take place on November 25th. All girls wanting to enter the competition must fill out an entry form by November 10th. There will be several categories to challenge all of the competitor's skills.
Prizes:
Nimbus 2005
"A Nimbus two-thousand and five? Are you certain it's a two-thousand and five?? I mean, those haven't even been released to the national teams, much less the public!" Ron shouted with enthusiasm.
"Yup, I'm certain, see?" Harry said as he held the flier up so Ron could read it himself.
"Wow" Ron responded in pure amazement and then a sly grin crept on his face as he placed his arm around Hermione's shoulders.
"No way Ron!" Hermione shouted, knocking Ron's arm away.
"What are you talking about Hermione? I was just putting my arm around you." Ron said in the most convincing voice possible.
"I know exactly what you're insinuating by doing so and there is no way!" Hermione glared up at Ron, who only grinned devilishly back down at her.
"You didn't seem to mind what I was "insinuating by doing so" last night…" Ron said a bit louder so as to gain the attention of the common room, still grinning.
Hermione looked really confused for a second and then her eyes grew wide and her face grew red. "Ronald Weasley! You know good and well that I'm not that kind of girl!" Harry laughed as Ron put his arm around her shoulders again and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione saw this of course and elbowed him in the stomach. He doubled over holding his stomach in pain, but even that didn't stop him from laughing himself. "Back to the point though," Hermione said still glaring at Ron, "I'm not joining any beauty contest just to win some broom stick."
Ron stopped laughing and looked sadly at Hermione with great big puppy dog eyes. "Not even for me?" Ron said with a frown on his face.
Hermione's glare faded as she looked into his deep eyes, at that moment she almost felt like giving in, why does he have to know all my weaknesses! She thought angrily, but her pride won out and a somewhat weaker glare returned to her face. "Especially not for you." She said in more of a joking tone than anything else.
Ron looked shocked. "She hates me! I knew it! She hates me!" He began to cry in mock pain on Harry's shoulder. Harry laughed as he patted Ron on the back. "Bought time you realized it man." Ron looked up with a quick glare at Harry as he grabbed the flier from his hands.
"Hmmmm… You didn't finish reading off the prizes Harry." Ron looked interestingly at the flier as a glimpse of hope flashed across his face.
"Oh yeah?" Harry responded. "You two distracted me, what else are they giving away?"
Ron cleared his throat to get Hermione's attention and said. "How does a hundred galleon gift certificate for Flourish and Blotts sound? You know how many books you could get with that much money Hermione?" Ron smiled with success as he looked at the now semi-interested Hermione.
"Oh don't mock me Ron!" Hermione shouted at him.
"Look!" Ron said as he held the paper even with her eyes.
"I…I don't care!" Hermione shouted as she folded her arms. "I'm not entering some beauty contest just to be gawked at and humiliated in front of everyone! It goes against everything I stand for!"
"'Mione," Ron said as he looked at her seriously, "you have nothing to worry about, the only reason anyone would stare at you is because of your unrivaled beauty and unparalleled intelligence." Hermione blushed bright red at that and looked at her feet.
"Well, I don't want to be stared at like a piece of meat either!" like I have anything worth looking at anyway she thought.
"You're missing the whole point! It's not just a beauty contest! I'm sure it's got tons of events, almost like the tri-wizard tournament! Just not as dangerous! I'm sure they'll have tests of magic, and logic, and stuff like that." Ron said as he did his best to convince Hermione to enter. She actually looked like she was considering joining. She looked up at Ron.
"What else does the flier say Ron?" Hermione inquired.
"Well…" Ron began excitedly as he read from the paper. "It says that the contestants will be informed of the events on the 10th of November."
"What about the other prizes? I mean, the most likely people to join the contest are people like Parvati and Lavender. What would they want with a broom or books?"
"Good point" Harry agreed as Ron looked back at where the prizes were listed.
"Hmmmm…" Ron breathed as he read the paper again.
Hermione was growing impatient and finally snatched the paper away. "It seems you both missed one of the most important parts. There's a list of prizes here, it's got a lot of things that Parvati and Lavender would love to have…but the catch is, the winner of the contest gets to choose one prize from the list." Hermione then looked up at a very disappointed Ron.
Even if she did enter and win now, there's no way she would pick a broom over books. I would be the best Keeper in all of Hogwarts if I had that broom! Ron thought sadly.
"Ron, you don't need some fancy broom to be great at Quidditch." Hermione said trying to cheer him up and smiled at him, but he still looked depressed.
"I'm going to bed." Ron sighed and he heaved himself up the stairs towards the boy's dormitories.
A/N: That's all for now, but please r/r! I have many directions that this story could go, it all depends on y'all! Do you want Hermione to enter on her own? Should Ron enter her name? Come on and tell me guys, I want to please ya! I also apologize, I have a good story in my head, but I'm not the greatest writer, so some times I don't put it down as good as it is in my head. Suggestions welcome! I'll try to make the next chapter longer unless the only replies I get are flames.
PyroAndrea