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Chapter 3: We Dare You.

"We dare you!"

And that was how Hermione found herself hunched over a broken rubber duck, preparing to travel to Los Angeles. Several other people were with her, all females, and all whispering excitedly of what lay ahead. Ginny was busy whispering to everyone who would listen that she and Hermione had put in their form last minute, and had actually got in! Hermione put her head in her hands, how much longer was it going to be? Ginny had insisted on getting there early, on fear of missing it, but how could it be missed? A dozen or so teenage girls, with wonky muggle attire, scrunched up together and holding a broken rubber duck? Hermione would be surprised if they didn't attract attention.

It had all started on a Friday night, Ginny, Hermione, Lavendar and Parvati were having the usual, 'Girl's night out'. Ginny was busy chatting to Parvati and Lavendar, while Hermione was idly stirring her Coca Cola Vanilla Float. The muggle drink was so popular that they even sold it in the wizarding world, and claimed it was them who invented it first, not the muggles. Ginny, Parvati and Lavendar bore equally smug cheshire cat grins, and Hermione knew it wouldn't bode well.

"We dare you to enter the competition with Ginny!"

"What? You gotta be kidding," and you better be, she thought menacingly, "Ginny can take of herself, can't you Gin?" Ginny scrunched up her nose, she hated that nickname.

"C'mon Hermione, are you chicken?"

And that's how they taunted Hermione into agreement, they knew she would never back down on a challenge. Parvati and Lavendar bought a Widowiz and they started filming. Fortunately, Hermione was a muggle-born and knew how to operate these "fiddly, muggle junk", otherwise the tape wouldn't be ready for another year, and now, Hermione regreted it.

' "Hello, my name is Ginerva, Jane Weasley, but you can just call me Ginny. I'm interested in this competition, and I really want to meet Blaise, my hobbies are watching 'That Zabini's Show', reading, chatting, hanging out with friends..." '

And she would've listed everything that came to her mind, had Hermione not cut the film there. The rest of the film did not go smoothly however, Lavendar, Parvati and Ginny, were fighting over the camera, the outcome being a shaky, blurry film. If Hermione thought the quality of the film narrowed her chances of participating, then she was wrong. Maybe the kook of a selector had a thing for extremely out of focus and shaky films, maybe everyone else's films were equally distasterous, and maybe, God just wanted to punish her.

They posted the film last minute, and Hermione had even deliberately written the wrong address, to make sure they wouldn't be selected, but it looked like God was set on punishing Hermione, and a few days afterwards, their 'Letter of Acceptance' came. Ginny had squealed non stop for 15 minutes (Hermione timed it), jumping up and down in a hissy fit of glee (a new record, Hermione noted, the last one was 5 minutes, when she learnt that there was going to be reruns of "That Zabini's Show", Hermione rolled her eyes). She would've squealed for much longer, had Ron and Harry not put a silencing charm on her.

And that's the sad story of how Hermione Jane Granger was forced to participate in a fastidious competition for fools.

"Ugh!"

Absolutely, flat out, frazzled, Hermione flopped down on her king sized bed, exhausted. Well, at least they had nice beds.

After 5 hours of waiting, introducing and endless chatting, Hermione was finally directed to her room by a disgruntled butler. The room had three king sized beds, with veils hanging from the top, giving it a nice antique air. A cabinet stuffed to the brim with evening gowns, bikinis and casual wear took up one corner of the room, while the other was occupied by a spacious coffee table, complete with three chairs. Beside each bed there was a neat little bedside table, with a lamp on it. There was a bathroom connected to the afore mentioned room, which contained a bathtub, wrought from the finest 18th Century Goblin Copper, a shower and a large swimming pool. There were three ornate washing basins and a little cabinet of beauty products. Of course, there were also four cubicles with "TOILET" marked on them. Tcha! Like we don't know.Hermione soon learnt that this bathroom was shared between 208, 209 and 210, as two more girls arrived from another door that materialised out of nowhere. Great, so much for privacy.

Hermione stumbled her way back to her bed (it had a little plaque with Hermione Granger written on it in blue cursive), she flopped down again. And to make matters all the worse, Ginny was seperated from her, well, at least she wouldn't have to put up with her fan-girl-ness...maybe she would make some new friends...What had the welcome-witches said again? The little voice at the back of her head nagged, damn little voices at the back of people's heads! Hermione thought indignantly. What was it again? Ah, now she remembered, there was going to be a 'little chat' with Zabini's financial manager, next evening.

"Can't say I'm looking forward to that..." Hermione mumbled, admist the bedspreads.

"What?" A voice said absentmindedly.

Hermione looked up, a witch with dark black curls and brilliant sapphire eyes smiled upon her.

"Hey, I'm Patricia Violet, call me 'Trisha.' "

" 'Mione Granger. Pleased to meet you." Hermione sat up straight, embarrassed to be found in such a state by a stranger.

"Oh, wow, what a place!" 'Trisha exclaimed, looking around.

"Wait till you see the bathroom..."

"Oh let's!"

"Excuse me, is this the right place? Eve Ritcher here." A slim, beautiful blond glanced at Hermione and 'Trisha in disdain.

"I thought we would get a room to ourselves?"

A.N.: So sorry for the wait, Fanfiction had some problems...Well, what do you think of it? This is my longest chapter yet. So please review! You know you want to press that little button down there! Any suggestions for the other girls? Who do you want them to be? Any one else want Ginny and Blaise to be together?