Bring It On, Hogwarts Style
Part XI
Disclaimer- HP belongs to JK, and BIO belongs to a screenwriter, and power bars belong to powerbar =)… oh, and for last chapter- Madame Cleo, you know, the psychic lady, belongs to herself, and her Jamaican & Irish accent (that's seriously what it sounds like- the 2 mixed together!) belong to her.
A/N- ok. The end is near… I think.
Hermione was walking down the halls of Terry's dorm building.
"404- 406- 408… a-ha! 410." She glanced at the card in her hand to make sure that it was the right room. She gave the door a sharp knock. She heard a muffled 'who is it?' from inside but pretended not to hear. The door opened about a foot and it was Terry, looking as if he hadn't combed his hair in days, let alone changed his wrinkled clothes. He had just gotten out of bed.
"Hermi! What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you, silly," she replied putting a fake smile on her face. "You must have been really busy lately. I've been calling you forever!"
"Yeah. Right- now's not really a good time. I'm working on this big paper and I'm really busy."
"Yeah, you… uh, look busy." Terry was about to shut the door, but Hermione braced it with her hand. "Hey, Terry- what kind of a boyfriend are you?! Telling Lavendar and Pavarti that I was turning Captain over to them? You know what, you're a great cheerleader, but… jeez, how can I say this? You just aren't boyfriend material!" With that, she pushed the door back and it revealed a young woman quickly getting dressed. Hermione just looked and turned around, leaving.
"You're a cheerleader?" said the girl as she walked by him, leaving also.
***
Hermione was looking around the halls of Hogwarts. For Ron. He had been avoiding her lately. She turned a corner and there he was, listening to his headphones. She rushed up behind him and grabbed his shoulder.
"Hey! I've been looking all over for you!"
"Oh?" he said casually, removing his headphones.
"Ron, I'd like to say that I'm really sorry. I loved the tape! It was great."
"Well, good."
"Look, I'd like you to know that I broke up with Terry!"
"Good for you," with that he put his headphones back on and continued walking down the hallway.
"He didn't believe in me! You did!!! YOU BELIEVED IN ME!" she screamed at the top of her lungs after him. The students milling in the hall all stopped, 'cept for Ron. Hermione stomped her foot and left.
***
"Hey Ron! Wait up!" shouted Ginny and she puffed up behind him. "What's the big idea?" she asked, breathless.
"Huh?" he said, bewildered.
"Yeah. Hermione really likes you! You are totally blowing her off!"
"She sure has a good way of showing it…"
"Look- she dumped her boyfriend for you!!! I'll never understand that, but look Ron- that should say something!"
He shook his head and walked off.
*** a couple weeks later
TV announcer: "I am here in sizzling Miami, Florida, the place for this years Witching World cheerleading Championships! Cheerleading Squads from all of the private and public witching schools are competing here. Any place will hot girls all over is fine with me!"
"Welcome to World finals, Ginny," said Hermione as the squad walked past a pool brimming over with cheerleaders dressed in skimpy bikinis. "So, ummm… is your family coming?" she asked cautiously.
"Oh, I don't know if Ron is coming!" she said mockingly.
"Oh shut it!"
"I never will get why you like him…"
"Look- you're his sister. You don't see him the way that I do!"
"That's a good thing, Hermione! If I did, it would be a crime."
Hermione gave her a small shove and continued walking.
***
The day of the first competition arrived…
"Hey- no one noticed that landing!"
"You really think so?" said a girl from another squad, cautiously covering her mouth with her hands.
"Yeah!" replied another girl. The girl covering her mouth took her hands away and smiled. The other girl grimaced. "Maybe you should get that looked at…"
***
"Now, the key thing is not to be nervous!" Pavarti and Lavendar heard a coach tell a girl.
"I know. I'm totally fine!"
"But it is ok to be nervous!"
"No! I'm totally not nervous! Not at all. I'm soooooo ready!" said the girl.
"Well, ok, but if you…" the coach started before being splattered by the girls vomit.
"Oh my God… I'm sorry…"
Pavarti and Lavendar looked at each other and simultaneously threw their Power Bars in the trash.
***
"Hey, look!" whispered Neville as the Beauxbatons squad came into the room. Hermione glanced over and walked to them. Fleur confronted her before the squad.
"Hey, be sure to stay inside the blue carpet. The judges deduct like crazy if you step out." She warned.
"Vhat vas zat? Look, ve got 'ere by ourselves. I sink zat ve can manage."
"Well, I'm just warning you!"
Fleur turned around and said to her squad- "Stay inside of zat ugly blue carpet! You step out, and I peersonally keel you!" she turned back to Hermione. "Zere. You 'appy?"
"Yeah."
"Hey- tell your girl zere that she's early on 'er moves."
"Ok, I will." Hermione turned to go.
"'Ey! Remember, Bring It."
"Don't worry." Fleur watched Hermione go and saw her scolding a cheerleaders to get on time with her moves.
"Vhat vos zat about?!" questioned one French cheerleader.
"Oh, nothing. Ve just understand eachother."
"BEAUXBATONS! REPORT TO THE WAITING AREA NOW!" boomed the loudspeakers.
"OK, guys… eet's just like alvays… do vhat ve alvays do!" With that, the Beauxbatons team left the room.
A/N- yep… This is definetly almost over. One or two more chapters to go. *tear* You know, I'll miss this crazy story! Review please!