Thanks to everyone who reviewed my story 'What Happens When You Get Help With Your Homework'. In this chapter, Trelawney makes another real prediction, Dumbledore makes an announcement, Harry has a bit of a girl problem and Ron gets rather cross with him (not in that order). Review/flame if you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters featured in this story. (HA! Expecting something flashy were you? Tough.) That honour goes to JK Rowling.
The next morning, Harry awoke to the thought: 'I've changed my mind. Definitely Cho.' Perhaps the dream he had just had assisted this thought, but that's another story. (It's called Harry's Dream and I'm working on it now.) Wondering out loud he said: "Wonder if Cho I likes me too?"
"Of course she does," came Ron's voice from the other bed. "She kept glancing at you during the prefect meeting. Come to think of it, so did Herm and Pavarti. I wish I had that choice of girls." Harry laughed and started changing.
"Don't worry, I'm all for Cho at the moment."
"Good. I'm thinking of asking out Herm," Ron replied, climbing out of bed.
Down at breakfast, Harry was just about to start his meal of bacon, sausages, fried eggs, toast and pumpkin juice when Dumbledore stood up. "May I have your attention please?" Everyone stopped dead. "Thank you. We are having another ball this year, a Christmas ball, to be precise. The prefects and Head Boy and Girl will be organising it. That is all." As he sat down, the hall began buzzing about this news. Without thinking, Harry turned to Hermione and said: "Want to go with me?" Her food stopped halfway to her mouth.
"Of course!" she said, pecking him on the cheek. Harry thought she sounded rather cheerful. He turned to Ron to find him scowling.
"I thought you were all for Cho." With that, he picked up his bag and walked off.
"What's with him?" asked Hermione.
"Tell, you later. Right now, I need to talk to him."
Harry ran towards Ron, but before he reached him, someone blocked him. "Cho, I've got to catch up with Ron."
"Harry, do you want to go to the ball with me?"
"Cho, I said…what?"
"Do you want to go to the ball with me?" Harry didn't know what to say. He wanted to, but he had already asked Hermione. Still, he knew he probably wouldn't get another chance after this.
"Um, sure?"
"Great!" she beamed. "See you later," she said, as she kissed him on his other cheek. With that, she walked off. Harry sighed. Ron was nowhere to be seen and he had two dates. 'My life sucks ass. Still, two kisses in one day…' He walked back to the Griffindor table.
As he approached, Pavarti stepped out. "Harry, do you want to go to the ball with me?" He sighed. 'Where do all these girls come from?'
"Sorry, but I'm going with Cho, err, Hermione." He thought it wise to say the latter as Pavarti could ask her and it could be confirmed. 'As long as it doesn't spread around the school,' he thought. She looked disappointed but tried to hide it. "Oh, okay. See you around." Harry didn't have any time to feel guilty. "Damn, I'm late for Divination!"
As he sat down (next to Neville, as Ron had given his usual seat to Seamus and was ignoring him) Trelawney came in, late as usual.
"Good morning my dears. I was having an extra long crystal ball gazing session, which informed me what you had to do for the OWLs." Most people sniggered. It was common knowledge that she was a fraud, a belief that everyone but Lavender and Pavarti agreed with. "We are to revise the stars, tea leaves and crystal balls. We also should start premonitions and, though not necessarily, tarot cards. Harry started to doze off. At the end of the lesson, Neville shook him awake. 'Nope, Hermione's better. Shit! Will I make up my mind?' He yawned, stood up and began to head down the stairs after everyone else. Suddenly, Trelawney started speaking in THAT tone. The one she used when she made real predictions.
"The dark lord's servant shall return to Hogwarts and will take the most loved person of his master's greatest enemy. Two will reunite and try and stop him. One will die, but not one of the three. A final creature will destroy something once and for all."
As Harry tried to figure this out, she returned to her normal state. He walked down. 'The dark lord and his servant bit is pretty obvious, but who is my most loved person? Is it Ron? (Harry thought this because of the Goblet of Fire's second task) Nah, he hates me at the moment. I suppose it's him I reunite with. Who dies? And who, or what, is the final creature? Finding answers for none of these questions, he walked off to his next lesson (Defence against the Dark Arts) without even thinking who would be the teacher this year.
A woman walked in the room. Most of the boys gawked. Sorry, all of the boys gawked. She was only in her early to mid twenties, and was drop, dead, gorgeous. Her dark brown hair, tanned complexion, and chocolate coloured eyes were beautiful enough, but her smile was dazzling. Her teeth almost shone, and she had two cute dimples. Her blue robes hung perfectly to her body, showing a fabulous figure. She then started talking, her voice being as sublime as her body.
"Good Morning, my name is Jeanine Anderson and I will be taking you for Defence against the Dark Arts this year. Let me tell you about myself. I'm currently working as an Auror for the Ministry and have been for 6 years, since I was 19. Before that, I attended Hogwarts and was in Ravenclaw. I then took a two-year course at a training school. I specialise curses. Now then, I am to teach you a few to use when you are in a tight spot and also how to block them. Any volunteers?" Half of the hands shot up (assuming that half are boys). "She scanned the class. "What about you Harry? You've probably had more in the way of curses than anyone else." He blushed and walked to the front with all the boys glaring at him. "So, how many do you know?" Harry reeled of all the ones he, Hermione and Ron had researched. "Not bad. Okay, I'm going to use a completely different curse to any of those. Try to block it. Ready? Confundus Psychosis!" A florescent beam flashed out of her wand and headed straight towards Harry…
Sorry, I felt like writing a cliff-hanger. What will the spell do? Read the next chapter when it comes out. Oh, and sorry to all of you who prefer blondes.