A/N: Oh, I'm so sorry it wasn't out on time guys. I've been major busy. I've been trying to get tickets to a concert (wish me luck!) Ok, enough of my excuses, here is chapter three.

Chapter Three

Hermione leaned out the window in her dormitory. Outside felt sunny and fresh. It would be a perfect day to sit out on the grounds and relax. Hermione's stomach did a flip-flop. She had totally forgot today was her cheerleading tryouts. Ron had told her now that she had her moves down, she needed to look the part of a cheerleader. He instructed her to meet him down in the empty charm's room.

Thinking it was about time to get ready and meet Ron, Hermione threw on a pair of white jeans and a light blue t-shirt. After quickly tying up her hair she headed downstairs.

Ron wasn't alone in the charm's classroom; Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy were with him. Cho look the same, but Draco looked totally different in red leather pants and a black tank top.

"Hi..." Hermione said cautiously. Ron smiled.

"Hermi, Cho volunteered to do your makeup and Draco is quite the hair stylist." (Hermione thought she saw Draco grin.)

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"I'm telling ya Hermione; red IS your color." Cho insisted, unscrewing the lid of a fire engine red nail polish bottle.

Hermione felt skeptical, she felt it was a bit much. Then of course, she felt jumping up and down with pom-poms was a bit much, so she went along with polish. Above her, Draco had begun to straighten her hair.

Hermione caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror. Her once short girl with frizzy, mousy brown hair was gone. She had platform sneakers on now, that made her the same height as Ron. Her old hair was gone; it was now straight and layered with soft highlights. She glanced down at her tight skirt and tank top.

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Hermione could see the group of cheerleaders as she walked across the grounds. Heidi pushed up her dark sunglasses to glance at the Hermione's new look. She scoffed and took a seat in the lawn chair beside her.

Ginny stood up, "Ok Hermione; you have a little competition. Let me...I mean us introduce Maggie Smith. " A really cute second year stood up.

Heidi took this opportunity to do what she does best, give orders.

"This is what I want you to do first," She said in her southern accent, "A cartwheel."

Maggie, as obnoxious as she was, jumped up and turned a wobbly cartwheel, while Hermione, like most things, turned a perfect one.

Hermione believed for the rest of the tryouts that she had the chance of getting on the squad more than Maggie, who knocked over a pyramid, and kicked Chelsea Norton in the nose while trying to perform a back hand spring.

Hermione feel into her seat at dinner, she was too tired to eat. She groaned as she saw Heidi walk towards her. She was probably coming to tell her that she had no chance of making the squad.

"Hey, Hillary."

"It's Hermione."

"Oh...whatever. I just wanted to tell you that you're on the team."

Hermione's heart leapt with joy; she raised her at Heidi as she walked away. Let the games begin.

A/N: Okay, what I'm thinking of doing is drawing a bunch of pictures for the story and posting them on a website, I'll give you link for it when I scan them.

Chapter four is The Formal and it date due is July 13th.