A/N: Yay, another Chapter! Thanks you very much for all of your beautiful reviews, you put a big smile on my face! I'm glad no one hates this fic so far. But if you even think of flaming... no wait i'm no mind reader... okay well if you flame then i will hunt you down and make you eat a substitute teacher's dandruff. Enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter Two: Spankees!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MADE THE TEAM??!!" screeched Hermione at breakfast a week later. The morning post had arrived, and Harry was stroking Hedwig as Ron read a letter from Prof. Sprout, obviously about cheerleeding.

"It's true, Hermione! He did make the team!" said Ron, his mouth full of toast and jelly. "Way to go, buddy!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Those judges must of been either desperate or drunk when they wrote me that letter."

Ron gave him a big jelly-filled smile. "But you did make the team."

"Which is why you've got to quit." Hermione stated. "Immediately."

"What!? He can't quit now!" snapped Ron, spraying Hermione with toast crumbs.

Harry frowned at Hermione "Yeah, I'm just getting the hang of this, Hermy."

"Fine. But do NOT involve me in this." she snapped. And with that, she stomped out of the room.

Ron turned back to Harry. "So now that the wicked witch of the west is gone," he said, "Let's talk more about cheerleading!"

Just then, Prof. McGonagall walked up to Harry. "Oh, I see you've read your letter? Very good..." she clutched her head, moaning.

"Are you alright, Proffessor?" asked Ron.

"yes, I''m fine, thank you." said McGonagall, massaging her temples. "oh, that darn hangover" she mumbled. "Oh, Mr. Potter, there's a meeting after school. All cheerleaders must attend."

After she walked away, harry said "so I was right - she was drunk."

After breakfast, they had classes. After classes, they had lunch. After lunch, they had more classes. After those classes, they had dinner.

And after dinner...

Harry

had

cheerleading

dun dun dun.

Harry was nervous. I mean, wouldn't you be? He was starting something new, something... oh whatever let's get on with the story!

"You'll do fine mate, don't worry," said Harry, trying to sound like Ron, to comfort himself. The real Ron was back in the common room, copying Hermione's homework. Here I go... He opened the door to the hogwarts grounds.

"Harry, you made it!" exclaimed Ginny, rushing up to him, "I still can't believe I got in myself. Whoever wrote me that letter must of been either desperate or drunk-"

"She was drunk," said Harry.

"Sorry?"

"I said she was drunk. Mcgonagall was complaining about a hangover at breakfast"

"Oh... okay then..."

Just then a very flushed-in-the-face Draco Malfoy marched over to them. "You two are supposed to be with the group!" he snapped. "You Gryffindors aren't making my job any easier-"

"And what would your job be exactly?" asked Harry.

"Oh, you didn't know? Of course you didn't, you never listen to anyone but yourself," Malfoy smirked. He cleared his throat in an orderly fashion. "I am the captain. Captain of the Hogwarts Cheerleading Squad."

"You say it as if that's a good thing,"

"Oh go suck on a monkey, Potter!"

"Ladies first,"

"GET YOUR SORRY BUTT OVER TO THE GROUP!"

"You could of just asked me-"

"MOVE IT!"

So Harry moved it. I swear, that guy needs medication he thought and if he's already on some, it's the wrong kind.