A/N: After many many many days, (I couldn't find my disc!), I am finally updating it. Please review! And please read my other stories.
My sister Jo and I are making some new song fics, along with my best friend Izzer B, who wrote a story in Short Stories called 'The Perfect Night' or something like that. It's terribly romantic, and thanks to MY insperation, she wrote it in about ten or fifteen minutes.
Chapter 9- The Feast
Harry and I were just sitting down at the Gryffendor table when Professor Dumbledore got up to speak. We could see Fred sitting at the table, alongside Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.
"May I have your attention please, students!" He called. "I am pleased to inform you that we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Fred Weasley!" He got a very enthusiastic applause.
"Helping him as student-teacher, will be Mr. Harry Potter!" Harry blushed as he got his applause.
"Madam Pomfrey is going to need help in the hospital wing this term, so if you would like to volunteer, please inform her if you'd like to help.
"We are needing more student-teachers, as some of our professors are leaving next year. Please speak to me after you eat your dessert, or before you go up to your common rooms.
"I have had many complaints about the carriages, which seemed to have shrunken since last year. I apologize for this and will make sure this problem is fixed.
"Now, as I understand that is all of my announcements, I advise you to eat up and get off to bed! You have a great day of, well, learning tomorrow." He looked over at Fred as he said this. There were laughs and some more applause. (I personally think that they just like to clap).
The plates were suddenly filled with ham, chicken, steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and our goblets filled with pumpkin juice.
Harry piled almost everything onto his plate, while I only had a piece of chicken and some mashed potatoes. I know that I shouldn't be surprised, but this was school, and I didn't think he'd eat so much. I can't believe I was so stupid.
Hermione and Ron were sitting across from us, and Neville was sitting next to Hermione.
"I think they have a bet going on," Hermione whispered to me. "To see who can eat the most food in the least amount of time." We giggled. "Ron, think of dessert." She snapped.
"Don't bother me, I'm eating." Was all he said.
* I know, that's from a Carl's Jr. commercial *
"Is Neville in this race too?" I asked. Neville had gotten stronger in the last four or five years. Now, whenever Malfoy had made fun of him, he could throw something back as fast as Ron or Harry. He had also gotten skinnier and taller, and by the look of it, could eat just as much as Harry or Ron.
"Yeah," he answered between bites of steak. Then Seamus, who had taken a seat next to me, asked if he could be in the race too.
"What is up with guys and races?" I asked Hermione exasperatedly. So, Seamus wound up in the race, but then dessert came.
"Okay, on your mark, get set, go!" Hermione and I yelled.
Ron was ahead until he reached the chocolate lollypops.
* I'm eating one right now *
Then Neville pulled up, eating two lollypops in under a minute. But he too, failed, when he reached the peppermint humbugs.
Seamus was leading. There was a crowd around us watching our 'race'. Most of them were cheering for Neville, who had caught up with Seamus. It was now neck and neck for Harry, Seamus, and Neville.
"Come on, Harry!" He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. Every one groaned, he was out of the race.
"Go Ron!"
"Come on, Neville! You can do it!"
"Don't give up, Seamus! You can win!"
Neville and Seamus were on the ice cream now. There were only five flavors, and they had to eat at least two scoops of each before they could win. Ron was right behind, but still on the peppermint humbugs.
Neville got two spoon-sized scoops of everything and put it in his bowel. Seamus was just eating it. Neville was ahead by one scoop, now Seamus, now Neville! It was a tight race.
"Done!" Neville yelled. Cheers went up from everyone who was watching. Seamus groaned, but shook Neville's hand.
"You did good," I whispered to Harry.
"Thanks, but I think I'm going to explode." He sighed again.
"Remember," Seamus announced to the whole group of people. "Girls race on Halloween. Be there."
Now that dessert was over, some of the sixth and seventh years were asking Professor Dumbledore about the student-teacher jobs.
"Be right back," I told Harry, and I walked up to Professor Dumbledore. "Professor? I was wondering about the student teacher jobs. I think I would be able to help Madam Pomfrey, if that's alright, too."
"I'll ask her." He turned to Madam Pomfrey and said, "Poppy, Ginny Weasley would like to know if your position is still open."
"Ginny Weasley? Oh, that girl would be so helpful. Tell her thank you." He turned back to me and said, "She'd appreciate your help."
"Oh, thank you Professor!" I shrieked. I turned and ran back to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were about to go up to Gryffindor Tower.
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I'm going to be Madam Pomfrey's assistant!" Hermione gave me a hug and said,
"Congratulations! I'm going to ask Dumbledore about being a student-teacher."
"Me too." Neville and Hermione walked up to Professor Dumbledore and started to talk.
"That's great, Gin! I didn't know you wanted a career in medicine." Said Ron.
"Well, I really wasn't interested in it until around last year. So, when I heard this, I thought, what better way to train!"
Hermione and Neville were on their way back now, and were talking about their new jobs.
"I think it's really good that you got that, Hermione. You'll do really well."
"Thanks, Neville, you'll do well too. After all, it is your best subject!"
"So, what did you get?" I asked.
"Well, I got Transfiguration, and Neville got…"
"Herbology!" He burst.
"Well, I'm tired, and not to mention full to bursting." Harry announced. So, we climbed the stairs to the common room. When we got there, most everyone had gone to his or her dormitories. That was very unusual, but I didn't think anything of it.
"Well, goodnight, Ron."
"Goodnight, Gin. Harry, you coming?"
"Yeah, in a minute." He said. "I just need to talk to Ginny."
Ron nodded sleepily and started drudging his feet up the staircase.
"So, you're going to be helping Madam Pomfrey?"
"Uh, yeah." He sat in a chair and pulled me into his lap.
"So maybe," he smiled an evil looking grin. "I should get hurt more often."
"Don't you dare, or else Madam Pomfrey will have my head!"
"Oh, so you don't care about my safety, do you?" He did another sad puppy face.
"Don't pull that with me." I kissed him and yawned. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I got up off of his lap and walked up to the girl's dormitories
My sister Jo and I are making some new song fics, along with my best friend Izzer B, who wrote a story in Short Stories called 'The Perfect Night' or something like that. It's terribly romantic, and thanks to MY insperation, she wrote it in about ten or fifteen minutes.
Chapter 9- The Feast
Harry and I were just sitting down at the Gryffendor table when Professor Dumbledore got up to speak. We could see Fred sitting at the table, alongside Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.
"May I have your attention please, students!" He called. "I am pleased to inform you that we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Fred Weasley!" He got a very enthusiastic applause.
"Helping him as student-teacher, will be Mr. Harry Potter!" Harry blushed as he got his applause.
"Madam Pomfrey is going to need help in the hospital wing this term, so if you would like to volunteer, please inform her if you'd like to help.
"We are needing more student-teachers, as some of our professors are leaving next year. Please speak to me after you eat your dessert, or before you go up to your common rooms.
"I have had many complaints about the carriages, which seemed to have shrunken since last year. I apologize for this and will make sure this problem is fixed.
"Now, as I understand that is all of my announcements, I advise you to eat up and get off to bed! You have a great day of, well, learning tomorrow." He looked over at Fred as he said this. There were laughs and some more applause. (I personally think that they just like to clap).
The plates were suddenly filled with ham, chicken, steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and our goblets filled with pumpkin juice.
Harry piled almost everything onto his plate, while I only had a piece of chicken and some mashed potatoes. I know that I shouldn't be surprised, but this was school, and I didn't think he'd eat so much. I can't believe I was so stupid.
Hermione and Ron were sitting across from us, and Neville was sitting next to Hermione.
"I think they have a bet going on," Hermione whispered to me. "To see who can eat the most food in the least amount of time." We giggled. "Ron, think of dessert." She snapped.
"Don't bother me, I'm eating." Was all he said.
* I know, that's from a Carl's Jr. commercial *
"Is Neville in this race too?" I asked. Neville had gotten stronger in the last four or five years. Now, whenever Malfoy had made fun of him, he could throw something back as fast as Ron or Harry. He had also gotten skinnier and taller, and by the look of it, could eat just as much as Harry or Ron.
"Yeah," he answered between bites of steak. Then Seamus, who had taken a seat next to me, asked if he could be in the race too.
"What is up with guys and races?" I asked Hermione exasperatedly. So, Seamus wound up in the race, but then dessert came.
"Okay, on your mark, get set, go!" Hermione and I yelled.
Ron was ahead until he reached the chocolate lollypops.
* I'm eating one right now *
Then Neville pulled up, eating two lollypops in under a minute. But he too, failed, when he reached the peppermint humbugs.
Seamus was leading. There was a crowd around us watching our 'race'. Most of them were cheering for Neville, who had caught up with Seamus. It was now neck and neck for Harry, Seamus, and Neville.
"Come on, Harry!" He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. Every one groaned, he was out of the race.
"Go Ron!"
"Come on, Neville! You can do it!"
"Don't give up, Seamus! You can win!"
Neville and Seamus were on the ice cream now. There were only five flavors, and they had to eat at least two scoops of each before they could win. Ron was right behind, but still on the peppermint humbugs.
Neville got two spoon-sized scoops of everything and put it in his bowel. Seamus was just eating it. Neville was ahead by one scoop, now Seamus, now Neville! It was a tight race.
"Done!" Neville yelled. Cheers went up from everyone who was watching. Seamus groaned, but shook Neville's hand.
"You did good," I whispered to Harry.
"Thanks, but I think I'm going to explode." He sighed again.
"Remember," Seamus announced to the whole group of people. "Girls race on Halloween. Be there."
Now that dessert was over, some of the sixth and seventh years were asking Professor Dumbledore about the student-teacher jobs.
"Be right back," I told Harry, and I walked up to Professor Dumbledore. "Professor? I was wondering about the student teacher jobs. I think I would be able to help Madam Pomfrey, if that's alright, too."
"I'll ask her." He turned to Madam Pomfrey and said, "Poppy, Ginny Weasley would like to know if your position is still open."
"Ginny Weasley? Oh, that girl would be so helpful. Tell her thank you." He turned back to me and said, "She'd appreciate your help."
"Oh, thank you Professor!" I shrieked. I turned and ran back to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were about to go up to Gryffindor Tower.
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I'm going to be Madam Pomfrey's assistant!" Hermione gave me a hug and said,
"Congratulations! I'm going to ask Dumbledore about being a student-teacher."
"Me too." Neville and Hermione walked up to Professor Dumbledore and started to talk.
"That's great, Gin! I didn't know you wanted a career in medicine." Said Ron.
"Well, I really wasn't interested in it until around last year. So, when I heard this, I thought, what better way to train!"
Hermione and Neville were on their way back now, and were talking about their new jobs.
"I think it's really good that you got that, Hermione. You'll do really well."
"Thanks, Neville, you'll do well too. After all, it is your best subject!"
"So, what did you get?" I asked.
"Well, I got Transfiguration, and Neville got…"
"Herbology!" He burst.
"Well, I'm tired, and not to mention full to bursting." Harry announced. So, we climbed the stairs to the common room. When we got there, most everyone had gone to his or her dormitories. That was very unusual, but I didn't think anything of it.
"Well, goodnight, Ron."
"Goodnight, Gin. Harry, you coming?"
"Yeah, in a minute." He said. "I just need to talk to Ginny."
Ron nodded sleepily and started drudging his feet up the staircase.
"So, you're going to be helping Madam Pomfrey?"
"Uh, yeah." He sat in a chair and pulled me into his lap.
"So maybe," he smiled an evil looking grin. "I should get hurt more often."
"Don't you dare, or else Madam Pomfrey will have my head!"
"Oh, so you don't care about my safety, do you?" He did another sad puppy face.
"Don't pull that with me." I kissed him and yawned. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I got up off of his lap and walked up to the girl's dormitories