A/N: Okay, I'm really hoping this comes as good as I planned. I decide to put due dates and titles on upcoming chapters. So far, I have planned eight. Please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing (if I did I'd be rich) but the plot.

Chapter One

"Planning."

It was a Hogsmead weekend for sixth years; Hermione Granger was sitting in the Three Broomsticks, sipping foamy butterbeer with her NEW best friend Ron. Well, really, Ron had always been one of her best friends, but since her and Harry had been dating, she thought of Harry of someone closer.

Only one week ago a cheerleader for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team had stole Harry right under her nose. It now became Hermione's secret obligation to destroy the cheering squad and win her "man" back.

"I wish you and Harry were together." Ron said, taking a bit of peppermint toad.

Hermione laughed, "That makes two of us. Why do you care anyhow?"

"He doesn't even sit with us. He's surrounded by his new girl, Heidi Green and her sixth year friends."

Hermione sighed, "I gotta plan though."

"Hmmm...Really?"

"I need to make Heidi look like an idiot in front of Harry, and then he'll come running to me." Hermione whispered anxiously.

"Hermione, as your friend, I'm about to tell you how pathetic that sounded."

Hermione covered her face with her hands, "OKAY! I don't have a plan."

"If you want some advice...I say, if you want to destroy the cheerleaders, you must become one with the cheerleaders."

Hermione looked up, "Are you saying, I join the squad?"

"It's worth a shot."

"RON! I'll make a fool of myself."

"Don't you think getting dumped by the famous Harry Potter was humiliating? You can't get much lower than you already are."

"Thanks."

"I'm just saying, this may be your last shot."

"I guess it's worth a try."

Ron smiled, "I'll talk to Ginny, she's on the squad."

They spent the rest of their evening looking at owls in the pet shop. When the train back to the school came around, Hermione jumped on the idea of being back in her dorm, where it was uncomplicated.

After a long shower, Hermione pulled on her favorite star printed tank top and boxer shorts. As she was about to climb into bed, Ginny entered the room.

"Oh, hey Hermi. I was just talking to Ron; I can give you a tryout with the rest of the squad on...Wednesday. Does that sound okay?"

That was four days away. Not much time to practice, but Hermione smiled and tried to look confident.

She climbed into her silk red and gold sheets and turned of her lamp.

"The things I do for you Harry Potter." She whispered into the darkness.

Sunday morning breakfast was dull as planned. Hermione found herself, like always, watching Heidi and Harry giggle and flirt with each other at the other end of the table, while Hermione picked at her toast and bacon.

When breakfast ended, Hermione dumped her tray into the trash, and was determined to have a good day off.

"Hermione." It was Harry, standing right behind her, surprisingly alone.

"Oh, hey Harry."

"I was just wondering are you coming to the Quidditch match today?"

"Maybe, why do you ask?"

"Because you're my biggest fan, Hermi."

"No Harry, I think your biggest fan is Heidi." With that she turned on her heel and walked briskly away. That with show him, she told herself.

A/N: Wow, I think that turned out good for my own liking. Once again nothing belongs to me unless I made it up (like Heidi and the plot.) Please review, bye!

Chapter Two: Practice Makes Perfect, date due July 3rd.