Disclaimer: All of J.K. Rowling's characters belong to her, not me! I do not take credit for them. But my characters are mine, all the made up ones, and Samantha Noggle belongs to my friend Emma, that's her character, I'm just borrowing her for this fanfic.
Author's Note: Sorry this took me so long to put out! I hope to have the fourth and last parts out in the next day or so, but I'm also working on this fanfic that I like better so it's hard for me to tear myself away to finish this. If you like X-files, the next one is a crossover, and is going to be good hopefully.
Field Day (Part 3)
by Graymalkin
laurlaur1013@yahoo.com
When Dumbledore had stopped talking, the students quickly walked over to the pool area. The students stripped down into their swimming suits and Neville quickly ran back to the castle to get his swimming trunks.
Harry started to get nervous. His event was first and he could barely keep his head above water. He quickly walked over to Professor McGonagall.
"Um, Professor?" he called.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"Well, I have a small problem. . .I can't swim, I don't know what freestyle is, and I have a slight fear of large bodies of water," he told her, feeling rather stupid.
"Is that so. . . Let's go see what Professor Dumbledore has to say about this," she replied, quickly leading Harry to a table in front of the pool. Harry saw her walk over to the headmaster and whisper something in his ear.
"So, Harry, you can't swim," Dumbledore said almost too loudly.
Harry heard a group of girls that were close by snicker. He noticed they were second years and gave them a menacing glare.
"What am I going to do, Professor?"
"I'm not sure. Would you like to be taken out of the races?"
"Yes, sir, I would."
"People will notice that you didn't swim," he warned.
"I don't care, I'd rather them notice I didn't swim than notice me swimming," he replied.
"All right, you don't have to swim. But please don't tell the other students, I don't want them to think I have favorites," he said with a wink of his eye.
With a sigh of relief, Harry went off to find Hermione and Ron. They were sitting in the grass off behind the pool with Ginny, Dean, and a third year Harry knew as Yuri Bakla. He walked over and sat down between Ron and Dean.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "I can't wait to swim, I love being in the water."
"Oh, yeah. . .me too," Harry said reluctantly.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"Well, I'm not supposed to tell people, but I'm not swimming."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I can't, and I didn't want to make a huge fool out of myself. And since I seem to be favored by Dumbledore, he let me drop out."
"Try to visit us this summer and Dad can teach you out to swim. He taught all of us," Ron offered.
"Thanks but no thanks, I'd rather stay out of the water," Harry replied.
"Suit yourself. I think they're starting, and I'm in the first race. Let's go over to the pool," Ron suggested.
They walked over and Harry returned to his red side while the others walked over to the other.
After Harry watched a few races by himself, he saw a familiar trio walking his way. The small boy had his two husky sidekicks walking on each side of him, all three of them wearing blue.
"So famous Harry Potter can't swim, and Dumbledore let him drop out, how cute," Malfoy said as he approached Harry.
"You really have no room to talk, Malfoy, I beat you running. We all can't be good at everything. How many times have you caught the Snitch so far?" Harry retorted.
"Well, you're going down in Quidditch tonight," he said, scowling as he turned around and left, with Goyle and Crabbe following.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand Malfoy and his little gang. And he didn't like the way he felt and acted around him either. Malfoy brought out the worst in people.
After watching people swim, chatting with Seamus, and explaining to his relay team why he couldn't swim, Harry was relieved when the swimming events were over.
"You all did a wonderful job swimming!" Dumbledore said. "The red team now has 263 points and the blue team has 357 points. It's neck and neck so far! And it's time for lunch, go mingle with your friends and enjoy the food!"
Hermione and Ron quickly found Harry and they wandered over to the barbecue, lagging behind the rest of the students.
"Are you having fun, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, but it'd be a lot more fun if the three of us were on the same team."
"I know, it's weird that we're not all together all the time," Ron commented.
"Oh well, we have all lunch together."
They reached the barbecue and found a huge layout of food. The smells of hot dogs cooking found its way to their noses and Harry realized how hungry he was. They grabbed plates and hot dog buns (Hermione explained to Ron what he was supposed to do with it) and went over to the pits where Snape and Flitwick were standing. They placed hot dogs in their buns and the three went over to the huge spread of food. There was potato salad, pasta salad, coleslaw, potato chips, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and vegetables. Then on the next table were the desserts: brownies, cake, ice cream sandwiches, cookies, and donuts Harry took a little of each, saving desserts for his next trip up, grabbed a can of Coke, and led his friends to an empty table.
After eating in silence for awhile (except for Ron's comment on the peculiarity of a hot dog), Hermione began to talk about how she thought Samantha Noggle had a thing for Harry. After turning a lovely shade of scarlet, Harry shook his head and complained that Hermione said that about everyone. Ron just chuckled and went to throw away his plate.
"Oh, you didn't like your hot dog?" asked Hermione, noticing he had just taken a few bites.
"Definitely not. I don't even know what it is, what it's made of, and I don't like the shape."
"I guess it's an acquired taste," Harry suggested.
They all finished up and grabbed ice cream sandwiches, then idly walked back to the track. A few other people were hanging around there talking and soaking up sun in the grass.
They were just about to sit down also when Dumbledore announced it was time to resume playing and would everyone finish up. Harry returned to his side of the track and to another segment of Field Day.