Wow, the second chapter...time flies...
CHAPTER TWO:
Harry worried about the Feminine Trials all evening. He didn't even get one bit of homework done. And what was even more annoying was that Hermione kept shooting him odd looks and Ginny Weasley kept mouthing 'girl' at him and also smiling at the same time.
Neville came up to him. "I heard you entered the Feminine Trials," he said, his quill stuck between his teeth. "I'd just like to congratulate you. They have been held before and people have died..."
"Died?" Harry said, biting his tongue. "Oh, it was such a mistake. Neville, I'm not going to do it if you can die."
"Joke, joke," Neville said, his ears turning red.
"And is word all over school?" Harry asked. He knew it was, somehow. He had been prepared to expect the worst, and now it had come he'd found that he was not prepared at all.
"Yes," Neville said in a tiny voice.
"Well, I'm going to bed," Harry said quickly.
The next day, there were items of mail at breakfast for all those entering. Draco found his envelope, opened it and then read it with a smile on his face. He smiled at everyone who passed him, including Harry.
"Good luck, Potter," he said spitefully.
"Oh, I'm not entering," Harry told him simply. "I burnt my envelope...not that I got one, of course."
"Granger's entering, isn't she?" Draco asked, his smile now turning into a smirk and pointing into his cheeks at the end. "Hope she wins, she needs it. Needs that hair straightened and those teeth shrunk."
Harry frowned at him and moved over to the Gryffindor table. Ginny was there and she was holding something out to him. It was the envelope. Draco saw, and started laughing.
"Potter's got an envelope!"
"So have you!" Harry shot back, his eyes burning with hatred.
"I thought you burnt it, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, his face now containing evidence of a thousand smirks all at once.
"You need to win the Trials!" Harry yelled back to him. "You need a plastic job on your nose! But I bet Ginny doesn't do it, does she? And at least Hermione has a decent nose and teeth and decent hair!"
"She's a Mudblood, Potter, nothing's decent about her!" Malfoy shouted. Harry lunged at him, but Ginny grabbed the end of Harry's cloak and pulled him back down on his seat.
Hermione ran from the hall, crying.
Ginny ran after her, but not because she was upset.
Almost everyone turned up for The Feminine Trials. Ginny Weasley sat at two desks, one for marking and one for ticking off names. Luna Lovegood, the loopy girl from Ravenclaw, was with her.
"I'm going to call you up one by one," Ginny said importantly, standing up. "I want you to say why you deserve a make-over, and why you signed up for these Feminine Trials in the first place."
Harry and Malfoy looked at each other, hating one another.
Some time later, Ginny announced: "The winner is Harry Potter! Harry, come up here please! You are going to be presented with a certificate and a medal and a book of make-over tips!"
Harry looked around the room, and fled.
Hermione ran after him, and found him sulking in the toilets. "You take it," he said. "You take all the glory. I think I look good enough as it is. I have enough glory to last me a life-time. Everyone knows my name, and I'm famous because my parents are dead. So you take it, I don't care."
"I think you do, Harry," said Hermione in a meek voice.
"Yeah, I do, but so what? You deserve it more than me," he said. "Go in and say I dropped out ages ago. I didn't even make a speech. Malfoy made a good one and Ginny picked me. I think she's still got a crush on me, you know. And I only signed up for her benefit."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"She was sad," Harry answered.
CHAPTER TWO:
Harry worried about the Feminine Trials all evening. He didn't even get one bit of homework done. And what was even more annoying was that Hermione kept shooting him odd looks and Ginny Weasley kept mouthing 'girl' at him and also smiling at the same time.
Neville came up to him. "I heard you entered the Feminine Trials," he said, his quill stuck between his teeth. "I'd just like to congratulate you. They have been held before and people have died..."
"Died?" Harry said, biting his tongue. "Oh, it was such a mistake. Neville, I'm not going to do it if you can die."
"Joke, joke," Neville said, his ears turning red.
"And is word all over school?" Harry asked. He knew it was, somehow. He had been prepared to expect the worst, and now it had come he'd found that he was not prepared at all.
"Yes," Neville said in a tiny voice.
"Well, I'm going to bed," Harry said quickly.
The next day, there were items of mail at breakfast for all those entering. Draco found his envelope, opened it and then read it with a smile on his face. He smiled at everyone who passed him, including Harry.
"Good luck, Potter," he said spitefully.
"Oh, I'm not entering," Harry told him simply. "I burnt my envelope...not that I got one, of course."
"Granger's entering, isn't she?" Draco asked, his smile now turning into a smirk and pointing into his cheeks at the end. "Hope she wins, she needs it. Needs that hair straightened and those teeth shrunk."
Harry frowned at him and moved over to the Gryffindor table. Ginny was there and she was holding something out to him. It was the envelope. Draco saw, and started laughing.
"Potter's got an envelope!"
"So have you!" Harry shot back, his eyes burning with hatred.
"I thought you burnt it, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, his face now containing evidence of a thousand smirks all at once.
"You need to win the Trials!" Harry yelled back to him. "You need a plastic job on your nose! But I bet Ginny doesn't do it, does she? And at least Hermione has a decent nose and teeth and decent hair!"
"She's a Mudblood, Potter, nothing's decent about her!" Malfoy shouted. Harry lunged at him, but Ginny grabbed the end of Harry's cloak and pulled him back down on his seat.
Hermione ran from the hall, crying.
Ginny ran after her, but not because she was upset.
Almost everyone turned up for The Feminine Trials. Ginny Weasley sat at two desks, one for marking and one for ticking off names. Luna Lovegood, the loopy girl from Ravenclaw, was with her.
"I'm going to call you up one by one," Ginny said importantly, standing up. "I want you to say why you deserve a make-over, and why you signed up for these Feminine Trials in the first place."
Harry and Malfoy looked at each other, hating one another.
Some time later, Ginny announced: "The winner is Harry Potter! Harry, come up here please! You are going to be presented with a certificate and a medal and a book of make-over tips!"
Harry looked around the room, and fled.
Hermione ran after him, and found him sulking in the toilets. "You take it," he said. "You take all the glory. I think I look good enough as it is. I have enough glory to last me a life-time. Everyone knows my name, and I'm famous because my parents are dead. So you take it, I don't care."
"I think you do, Harry," said Hermione in a meek voice.
"Yeah, I do, but so what? You deserve it more than me," he said. "Go in and say I dropped out ages ago. I didn't even make a speech. Malfoy made a good one and Ginny picked me. I think she's still got a crush on me, you know. And I only signed up for her benefit."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"She was sad," Harry answered.