A/N: ::sniff sniff:: it's the last chapter!! I hope everyone enjoyed reading my story as much as I did writing it! I'm going to make this one extra-long, because it's the big finale! Enjoy... ::tear:: okay I'm not really crying but I am kinda disapointed that it's almost over. Think of this as the equivalent of the finale of Friends. So pretend this has been up for, like, 10 years and then cry at the end. Thanks! Enjoy the last chapter!
Chapter Twelve: A Dozen Done
Harry took his seat at the Gyffindor table. He smiled at Hermione and Ron.
Dumbledore stood up and started talking. "We are gathered here today to feast because our cheerleading squad won the divisional cup!"
Everyone clapped.
Dumbledore sat down, and said, "Green eggs and Ham!"
Green eggs and ham appeared on his plate.
Starting to catch on, everyone else said some sort of food, and it appeared in front of them.
"I wonder..." said Ron. "...Snape!"
Snape appeared on his plate, still sobbing.
"Oh thanks a lot, Ron!" hissed Harry. "I thought we had got rid of him for once!"
"First you trap me in a waiting room and now you want to eat me??" shrieked Snape. "You are sick!" And with that, he hopped off the plate and sulked his way back to the teachers' table.
People stared at Ron.
"What?" Ron asked.
Harry realized he had yet to say a food item. "Uh... let's see... how about... baked apple pie!"
And baked apple pie appeared before him.
Harry reached for his cup, but before he could, Snape was back on Ron's plate and his foot had knocked it over.
"Would you stop magicking him onto the table?!" Harry hissed at Ron. "He knocked over my cup!"
"But it's funny!" Ron whispered, watching Snape head back to the teachers' table again. "... Snape!"
Snape was on the table again.
"Stop that this instant!"Snape cried, stomping his foot much like a woman.
"Make me!" yelled Ron, throwing Neville's purple cake in his face. But since Ron can't throw worth his wealth, the cake hit Hermione in the face instead.
"Hey!" Hermione shouted. She picked up a plate of spaghetti...
A/N: All together now...
"FOOD FIIIIGHT!" cried the Gryffindors.
Trying not to get hit by anything, Harry dumped the food off his plate and used it to guard his face. He managed to escape the Great Hall with only his shoes dirty.
He dropped the plate on the floor, and started to walk back to the Gryffindor Common room to clean his shoes.
"Harry! Wait up!" called Draco.
Harry stopped walking and turned around. "Oh, hey Malfoy!"
"I just wanted to thank you. You know, for everything." he said.
"You're welcome," Harry replied.
"You're a really good cheerleader, Harry," Draco told him. "And... next year... I was wondering... we could really use you on the team...?"
Harry smiled. "Nah, I think I'm all cheered out. Next year I'm looking forward to just watching the cheerleaders."
"WHAT??!!" screamed Draco. "ARE YOU JOKING????"
"No."
"HOW DARE YOU, POTTER!"
"Well, I'm sor-"
"SORRY??!! YOU'RE NOT SORRY!"
"I told you, I'm all cheered out. I-"
Draco's eyes got misty. "You're the best darn cheerleader I've seen! How could you give it up?"
"Uh, by saying 'I quit'. Which I am."
"But it's in your blood! Once you become a cheerleader, you must stay a cheerleader!"
"I said I was sor-"
"You are NOT SORRY!!!!!"
"Uh..."
"BUT YOU WILL BE!" Draco yelled, and whipped out his wand. "SERPENTSORTIA!" he shouted, holding himself in a threatening manner.
Nothing happened.
Draco screamed in angst. "STUPID STICK!!! That's the last time I buy another hunk of junk from those Weasleys!"
Harry chuckled. Fred and George...
"HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME!!"
Harry remembered one of the names he had thought of for Draco.
"Sir Spaz-a-lot!" Harry said, falling over with laughter.
"It's not that funny." Draco said, putting his hands on his hips.
"Oh, whatever. Malfoy, I'm not being a cheerleader, and that's final." Said Harry, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Fine, then!! Harry James Potter, we are over!" shouted Draco, and ran off crying.
"I feel 300 pounds lighter!" Harry shouted after him, laughing. He headed to his common room.
"Hi!" he greeted Ron and Hermione when he reached the common room.
"Hi!" the replied. Harry sat down beside them on the sofa.
Hermione stood up and faced them. "I want to apologize for keeping my designing the uniforms a secret."
"It's okay. I'm sorry," said Harry. "I shouldn't of exposed you like that."
"It's okay." said Hermione. They smiled at each other.
"Friends again?" Hermione asked him.
"Friends," Harry replied, and gave her a big hug. (A/N: Awwwww)
Ron stared at them, raising an eyebrow. "What, no love for me?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and she and Harry let Ron join in hug.
I feel 300 pounds heavier. Harry thought, smiling.
"So... now that we're friends again... mind helping me with my homework?" Ron asked Hermione, attempting to make puppy dog eyes.
"You mean do it for you?" Hermione replied.
"Well, will you?" Ron said.
"Will you join SPEW?"
"I already have. Many times, thanks."
Hermione sighed, handing him a badge anyway.
"I've got nowhere to put it." siad Ron, taking out a scrapbook, titled 'Ron's SPEW Badges'.
He opened it, and flipped the pages. It was full of identical badges.
Hermione handed him a new scrapbook, titled 'Ron's SPEW Badges'. It was empty. "Now you do!" she said happily, sticking a badge in that one, and thrusting it in Ron's arms.
"Ohhh, not another one!" Ron wailed.
In the Slytherin Common room, things weren't as sunny.
"This day sucks," complained Draco. He was slouching on the black leather couch, sulking.
"You said it," Snape replied, who was slouching on the couch beside Draco, braiding his hair. "I'm all happy, and then I get left behind at that stadium. As I'm searching around for another box of Kleenex, I find myself on some boy's plate! it's not fair! Oh, I hate my life!"
"I hear you, Proffessor," Draco agreed. "I finally get a good cheerleader, who ends up being my friend, and then he dumps me! You should of seen him! He was yelling and spazing, and then he tried to do a spell on me but it didn't work 'cause he bought a wand from those Weasleys."
"Weasleys!" spat Snape. "I hate Gryffindor."
"Yeah, I hate Gryffindor," Draco repeated, crossing his arms.
Snape had finished braiding his hair. "...Where are those pink and green hair ties I bought yesterday?"
Draco handed him the hair ties. "Here, Proffessor."
"Thank you, you're an angel," said Snape, fastening the colourful hair ties to his braid.
Draco and Snape sighed and glared at the floor. "Those Gryffindors..."
"Those Gryffindors!" cheered McGonagall. She was in the Teachers' common room with the rest of the Proffessors. "They've won the House Cup again!"
"Here Here!" said Dumbledore, handing everyone a 'butterbeer'.
"To the Gryffindors!" cried Flitwick, clinking his glass with the others'.
"Excellent year," said Dumbledore casually, taking a sip.
"It's the last day of school, the sun is shining, and I intend to play a wicked game of Quidditch with my two best mates!" cried Ron gleefully to Harry and Hermione. They were walking outside, and is was an exceptionally gorgeous day.
"You two can play, I'll just watch," said Hermione, sitting down on the grass.
"Suit yourself," said Ron. "Looks like it's me against the cheerleader!"
"Former cheerleader," Harry corrected him.
"What?! Really? You quit? Or did you get booted off because-"
"No, I quit."
"Really?"
"Really,"
"Really really?"
"Yes, really,"
"... Really?"
"I'll get you! And it'll look like a bloody accident!" (A/N: Bonus marks if you can tell me which movie that's from!)
"Okay okay," said Ron. "So how 'bout that game?"
So they played, and Harry won because he's Harry Potter (tm). When they finished, it was dark out. They trio headed back inside.
"We better start packing up, we have to be on the train in an hour," said Hermione. "I'll meet you later!" and she ran up to the girls' dorms.
Harry and Ron ran up to the boys' dorms, packed up. They met Hermione and ran to the train just in time.
On the train, they changed into muggle clothes. Then they chatted.
"Yup, I'm done with cheerleading," said Harry.
"I feel kind of sad, though," said Hermione. "You looked very stylish in that uniform I designed, if I do say so myself."
"Are you kidding?" asked Harry. "It was so tight I almost had to soak my butt in ice because it gave me burn marks!"
"Well, you did have the wrong size," Hermione stated.
"I knew it!" exclaimed Harry.
Just then, Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco staggered into their compartment. They had obviously been drinking, er, 'butterbeer'.
"And the best name you can game!" sang a tone-deaf Crabbe.
"Isa good ol' Hockey name!" sang Draco. He was not tone-deaf. (A/N: FINALLY someone with talent!)
"You have the words all wrong," said Hermione. "It's 'The best game you can name is the good old hockey game!', not that rubbish you drunks came up with."
"No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little mudblood!" said Draco, almost falling over from dizzyness.
"At least I'm sober!" retorted Hermione.
"We can fix that," slurred Goyle.
Hermione threw them a dirty look and shut the door.
"Dodgy stuff that butterbeer is," said Ron.
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"Oh look!" said Hermione. "We've arrived at the station."
Everyone got off, and headed to their parents.
"See you next year, Harry!" Hermione and Ron called.
"See you next year!" Harry called back, joining his uncle and aunt.
I join cheerleading, become friends with Malfoy, win the competition, quit cheerleading, ditch Malfoy, and I'm still in one piece. It's been one heck of a year. Harry thought, smiling to himself.
And with that, he walked out of the building, entering the muggle world for another summer.
Harry glanced back at the station. At least I had some laughs.
The End.
A/N: THAT'S ALL, FOLKS! Mommy, it's ooover!! I hoped you enjoyed reading this fic as much as I did writing it! Oh, did I have fun! Thanks to all of my reviewers - not a flame in sight! Can you imagine! Thank you, you are wonderful! Remember, just because there will be no more chapters in this story (12 only - this is the last one if you haven't been paying attention)... but who's to say there won't be a sequel? Heheheh but even if there isn't, you can be sure to expect more hilarious stories! I feel so sad and proud, my fic is finished. But please review on all the chapters if you haven't because you still can! You are all special! :)
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