Bring It On, Hogwarts Style
Part X
Disclaimer- HP belongs to JK and BIO belongs to Hollywood
A/N- HAPPY FOURTH EVERYONE!!!!
One fine day, all of the Hogwarts cheerleaders were in the weight room. Doing what? Well, preparing for World Finals of course! While the girls struggled in vain to bench press, the guys were on stair masters, exercising their legs.
"This totally blows- We should be… on the stair masters!" gasped Lavendar when 10 more pounds were added the weight she was lifting. "I mean, they use their arms more than us!"
"For once, I agree with you, babe," Ginny replied.
"Oh guys. Come one- just keep at it. You'll switch places soon!" As Hermione finished saying that, Pavarti, who had not been there that morning, rushed in.
"You guys, like, Beauxbatons isn't going to worlds. They posted the qualifiers on the internet and they aren't on it! They couldn't raise the money!"
"What?" Hermione shouted, a look of horror on her face.
"Hey, Hermione, that good, remember?" said Neville.
"At world finals, you compete against the best, and I define competing against the best… well, uh, competing against the best! And they are the best!"
"Well, there isn't anything we can do about that…"
Hermione raced into Dumbledore's office rights after practice. When she entered, he was sitting at his desk, seemingly waiting for her.
"Well, you have an interesting proposition…" Dumbldore said slowly.
"How'd you know Professor Do they call him Professor or headmaster? I think that call him professor!!!?"
"I have my ways, Miss Granger. Well, I would help you but Hogwarts get hit up for money all of the time!"
"Please, Professor! They deserve to go!"
"I know, I know, miss…"
Hermione walked up to his desk, slapped him on the shoulder (not hard though) and spoke. "Do the right thing professor!" With that she walked out of the room.
"Did she just say that to me Fawkes?" Dumbledore asked his Phoenix. No reply came and she started thinking, his eyes twinkling.
That night, Hermione apparated to Beauxbatons to look for Fleur.
***
At the Quidditch field at Beauxbatons…
The Beauxbatons team was sitting in the center of the Quidditch field, writing a letter to Madame Cleo no not the psychic!!! Heh heh who was a talk show host in France.
"Dear Madame Cleo, Ve are cheerleaders. Vell, from vere ve are from, you might call us eenspiration leaders!" said Fleur, reading what she had of the letter to Madame Cleo so far. All of a sudden, the girls started arguing about what to say, and the argument turned to other things.
"'Ey, 'ey! Zere is no use for fighting! Let's focus on ze letter!" shouted Fleur.
"Vell, you could tell 'er about ze late night practices zat ve 'ave been 'aving!" said one girl.
"Now zat's vhat I'm talking about!"
The floodlights on the Quidditch field went on and the cheerleaders saw a silhouette walking their way and the silhouette turned into Hermione, holding a white envelope in front of her.
"You guys have to go to worlds! I got my school to sponsor you…"
"Oh, I zee! Zis is 'hush' money!" said Fleur, coming up to where Hermione was standing.
"No no! It's not that at all!" said Hermione.
"So, eet is guilt money zen! You felt so bad about eet zat you had to make it better."
"Hey look! I'm doing you a favor!?!?! Can't you just be nice once in a while?!"
"You know vhat? Ve don't vant your money! All ve vant you to do is bring it."
"Bring it? I always bring it."
"Good."
With that, Hermione left the French cheerleaders.
*** On Madame Cleo's talk show
"Alright! Zis veek on Madame Cleo, eet ees Vish Veek! Ve vill grant one vish! This week, our vih comes from Beauxbatons Witching School in France. Dear Madame Cleo, ve are cheerleaders. Vere ve come from, you might call us eenspirations leaders. Ve 'ave recently qualified for Vorld Cheerleading finals. Ve 'ave been holding late night practices and vorking very hard. Madame Cleo, vould you 'elp us get to Vorld Finals?"
she finished reading, and then started again. "So, Beauxbatons, your vish has been granted! Everyone, say 'ello to the Beauxbatons cheerleading team!" she motioned to a large TV on the wall where the cheerleaders were going nuts.
"Oh, sank you Madame Cleo! Ve just vant to tell you how much ve appreciate eet and vant to make you an honorary Beauxbatons cheerer for life!" a person handed Madame Cleo a tiny cheerleading uniform.
"Vell von't I look fine in zis!" she declared.
One cheerleader grabbed the microphone from Fleur, "Madame Cleo, you're my girl! Whew!"
Another girl grabbed the mic- "Madame Cleo, ve love you just ze vay you are! You don't need to lose anozer pound!"
"Hey…" whispered Fleur, who was embarrassed by that comment.
"So, one last time, here is the Beauxbatons squad!"
The crowd cheered.
A/N- I know that chapter is short, but it's early in the morning and I'm tired. So, R&R!