A/N: Alrighty people, just so there's no misunderstanding, I am not a cheerleader, nor do I know nothing about cheerleading, or tryouts or anything like that. This is just meant to be a fun little fan-fiction. Also, I KNOW that not all cheerleaders are ditzy blondes, a few of my friends are cheerleaders, so I am not being biased. I just think that if I made most of the rest of the squad like that, it would make Hermione and Allison stand out more. Thanks for understanding!
~*~Sweet Innocense~*~
"How'd the tryouts go?" asked Ron over his clam chowder.
"Okay, I think I made the squad," said Hermione looking at Harry, next to her. Harry looked back at her, and Hermione looked away.
"Cool, when do practices start?"
"Next week, if all goes well," said Harry.
"Harry, are you on the squad?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, captian for the guys."
"What other guys are on the squad?"
"Well, me, Ron, Seamus, and Dean."
"Do you practice with the girls?"
"Most of the time."
"Cool."
Hermione finished her clam chowder and said, "Well, I'm going to go to the Library and do some reading, I'll be back in the Common Room by 9!"
"See you later Hermione!" said Harry.
"Bye, Herm," said Ron.
"See you." said Hermione, and she walked out of the Great Hall.
~*~
The truth was that Hermione didn't go to the Library to read. She wanted to write in her diary.
She sat down in the restricted section, where almost no one went, and pulled out her leather diary. She flipped to the 3rd page and wrote...
September 3rd
Library
Well, cheerleading tryouts went well, I probably made the squad. I dunno what to think about Harry though, I mean, he'll slip a flirtatious remark or compliment every now and then but do they mean anything?
Hermione had to stop writing suddenly because she heard a tapping on the table in front of her. She looked up and there stood Harry, tapping his fingers on the table, with a grin on his face.
"Harry!" explaimed Hermione, and she shoved her diary back in her bag.
"Hey," said Harry, "since when have you been able to write in the books?"
Hermione shrugged.
"You've made the squad, we counted the votes, and put them up. The uniforms are going to be sent out this evening."
"REALLY!?!?!?" yelled Hermione.
Madame Pince immedeatly came rushing over, "If you're not going to be quiet, get out!"
Harry and Hermione walked quickly out of the library, trying hard to stifle their laughs.
"I'm glad you made the squad," said Harry, once they were safley out of the library, "I'm looking foward to it, I'm sure you'll like it."
"What are you looking foward to?" asked Hermione.
"The extra time with you," said Harry with his lopsided smile.
Hermione got butterflies in her stomach so much taht she had to look away from Harry to resist herself from doing anything; but then she realized what he had said.
"Me?" she asked.
"You," confirmed Harry.
"Why me?"
"Well, I guess you might say I...like you." Harry blushed.
Sorry for such a short chapter. And the cliffhanger. :) Like I promised before, MORE IS COMING EVERY DAY! SO CHECK OFTEN! :) Please review!
~*~Sweet Innocense~*~
"How'd the tryouts go?" asked Ron over his clam chowder.
"Okay, I think I made the squad," said Hermione looking at Harry, next to her. Harry looked back at her, and Hermione looked away.
"Cool, when do practices start?"
"Next week, if all goes well," said Harry.
"Harry, are you on the squad?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, captian for the guys."
"What other guys are on the squad?"
"Well, me, Ron, Seamus, and Dean."
"Do you practice with the girls?"
"Most of the time."
"Cool."
Hermione finished her clam chowder and said, "Well, I'm going to go to the Library and do some reading, I'll be back in the Common Room by 9!"
"See you later Hermione!" said Harry.
"Bye, Herm," said Ron.
"See you." said Hermione, and she walked out of the Great Hall.
~*~
The truth was that Hermione didn't go to the Library to read. She wanted to write in her diary.
She sat down in the restricted section, where almost no one went, and pulled out her leather diary. She flipped to the 3rd page and wrote...
September 3rd
Library
Well, cheerleading tryouts went well, I probably made the squad. I dunno what to think about Harry though, I mean, he'll slip a flirtatious remark or compliment every now and then but do they mean anything?
Hermione had to stop writing suddenly because she heard a tapping on the table in front of her. She looked up and there stood Harry, tapping his fingers on the table, with a grin on his face.
"Harry!" explaimed Hermione, and she shoved her diary back in her bag.
"Hey," said Harry, "since when have you been able to write in the books?"
Hermione shrugged.
"You've made the squad, we counted the votes, and put them up. The uniforms are going to be sent out this evening."
"REALLY!?!?!?" yelled Hermione.
Madame Pince immedeatly came rushing over, "If you're not going to be quiet, get out!"
Harry and Hermione walked quickly out of the library, trying hard to stifle their laughs.
"I'm glad you made the squad," said Harry, once they were safley out of the library, "I'm looking foward to it, I'm sure you'll like it."
"What are you looking foward to?" asked Hermione.
"The extra time with you," said Harry with his lopsided smile.
Hermione got butterflies in her stomach so much taht she had to look away from Harry to resist herself from doing anything; but then she realized what he had said.
"Me?" she asked.
"You," confirmed Harry.
"Why me?"
"Well, I guess you might say I...like you." Harry blushed.
Sorry for such a short chapter. And the cliffhanger. :) Like I promised before, MORE IS COMING EVERY DAY! SO CHECK OFTEN! :) Please review!