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Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!
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Harry's day was going to be busy with quidditch and play practice. Quidditch had gotten better, ever since Chad had gotten together with Hermione, but Matthew as always was still annoying. He would try to embarrass Harry as much as he could. Harry also could never seem to talk with Morgan during practice, because she was always at the other end of the field or something.
After quidditch practice, came play practice, which Harry looked forward to very much. When he got there, he was sent to one part of the Great Tent where all the other flying monkeys were. Only two of them he knew; Lisa McMillan (a.k.a. the stalker) and Morgan Carlson.
Harry immediately took this chance to talk with Morgan.
"So you're a monkey too?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah. I'm not sure if that's good or bad though," said Morgan.
"Well... it's not a main part. Being a flying monkey doesn't mean anything," mumbled Harry.
"Small parts do mean a lot! Without any small parts there couldn't be a play," said Morgan.
"Have you been in a play before?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Why was it unfortunate?"
"Because... well, it's a long story."
"Tell me."
"It was a muggle play, and I was doing a flying scene," started Morgan. "I had to have this little harness on and a few ropes attached to it. Well, in the middle of the scene the ropes just split in half, 'cause they hadn't been done properly, and I fell hard on the floor."
"Ouch."
"Yeah, it hurt. Mostly because the people who had been in charge of my flyin' had been five 6-year-olds," grumbled Morgan.
"That was stupid," said Harry.
"Yeah, it was."
"Are we going to have a harness as well?" asked Harry nervously.
"No, we're going to use magic, thank the lord!"
"Good."
Mr. Thomas then started giving everyone a script with his or her parts highlighted. Harry was pleased at the fact that he would be the head monkey, and would have more scenes than all the rest of the flying monkeys. This in Harry's opinion, was very big.
Mr. Thomas then explained their parts, and what they would have to do. He then did a spell on them, which sprouted monstrous wings on all of them. Mr. Thomas asked them to all test out their wings and was pleased that most of them could fly fairly well.
Harry left feeling happy with Ron, who had been let out of practice at the same time. Nick was still practicing, since he had a huge part.
"So, how was your practice?" asked Ron tonelessly.
"Cool, I get to fly."
"So surprising, since you're a flying monkey," said Ron sarcastically.
"Well... how was your practice?" asked Harry.
"Well... I got to hit Hermione with an apple right in the head, so she's going to probably have a black eye tomorrow."
"Oh, well that's great," said Harry sarcastically.
When they got to their cabin, they decided that they would play some Wizard Chess outside, because it was a cool night, and there was a nice breeze. They were still playing when Nick came to the cabin and went inside. By that time it was midnight, though neither Harry nor Ron felt like getting up.
Until...
They heard footsteps coming their way and they looked up. Harry could tell that it was a boy and a girl. The girl and the boy came closer and Harry could recognize the girl as none other than Ginny!
"Ginny! Come here!" screeched Ron.
Ginny immediately pushed the boy behind a bush, and headed over to Ron and Harry looking nervous.
"I haven't seen you around lately," said Harry and Ron.
"Well, I've just been hanging... around," said Ginny.
"Who were you with?" asked Ron annoyingly.
"I'm not telling you!"
"Dean's in another camp. So you couldn't have been with him..."
"Excuse me, but I broke up with Dean!"
"Then who are you with?" asked Ron, impatiently.
"You'd laugh if I told you!"
"Just tell us!"
"Okay... but you promise you won't laugh?"
"We PROMISE!"
Ginny mumbled something but they couldn't hear her.
"What?"
"Neville." Ginny's face turned red as she said this.
"You're going out with HIM? You've got to be kidding me!" laughed Ron loudly.
"I'm right here," said Neville from behind the bushes.
"You told me you wouldn't laugh!" said Ginny, angrily.
"Sorry," mumbled Ron.
"Besides, I gave Neville a bit of a makeover, and now he looks hot," said Ginny.
"Have you gone blind, Ginny?" sniggered Ron.
"I'm still right here," said Neville again.
"No, I haven't! Neville come on out here!" said Ginny angrily, and Neville appeared out from the bush.
Neville's hair was now wavy, and had some highlights in it. His teeth had been reduced, and his face wasn't as red as it always was. He did look good.
"Bloody hell. Neville does look hot," said Ron.
"Oh my lord! You're gay?!?" asked Harry looking at Ron.
"NO, I'M NOT GAY! I like Hermi-" Ron halted. "Okay, I'll just be going now," he said quickly, walking away, but Ginny grabbed him by the collar.
"Then tell Hermione you like her, Ron!" said Ginny and Harry.
"She's going out with that Chad guy," said Ron angrily.
"So?"
"Well, everybody likes him. He's hot!"
"Ron, if you're not gay, then you really need to stop saying that!" said Ginny.
"Hermione will never like me because of Chad," said Ron. "And whenever I'm talking with her, he appears!"
"Well, then why don't you go visit her right now, Chad's not going to be in her cabin right now," said Ginny.
"I can't for two reasons."
"What are they?"
"One, it's one in the morning."
"And the second reason?"
"She's on a date with Chad."
"How do you know?"
"One of the members of the "I hate Chad Hamilton" club told me."
"The only member is your owl," said Harry.
"And?"
"You got your owl to spy on Hermione?!?"
"Yeah."
"You're pathetic."
"Well, thanks."
"Any time."
"I'm going to bed," said Ron annoyingly, and he went inside the cabin.
"He's pathetic," said Ginny again.
"Yep," agreed Harry.
"Definitely," agreed Neville.
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There, I know this chapter had no point. Have any of you seen "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton?"
Now can you please rate this fic between 1 and 10 with 1 being horrible and 10 being awesome?
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!
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Harry's day was going to be busy with quidditch and play practice. Quidditch had gotten better, ever since Chad had gotten together with Hermione, but Matthew as always was still annoying. He would try to embarrass Harry as much as he could. Harry also could never seem to talk with Morgan during practice, because she was always at the other end of the field or something.
After quidditch practice, came play practice, which Harry looked forward to very much. When he got there, he was sent to one part of the Great Tent where all the other flying monkeys were. Only two of them he knew; Lisa McMillan (a.k.a. the stalker) and Morgan Carlson.
Harry immediately took this chance to talk with Morgan.
"So you're a monkey too?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah. I'm not sure if that's good or bad though," said Morgan.
"Well... it's not a main part. Being a flying monkey doesn't mean anything," mumbled Harry.
"Small parts do mean a lot! Without any small parts there couldn't be a play," said Morgan.
"Have you been in a play before?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Why was it unfortunate?"
"Because... well, it's a long story."
"Tell me."
"It was a muggle play, and I was doing a flying scene," started Morgan. "I had to have this little harness on and a few ropes attached to it. Well, in the middle of the scene the ropes just split in half, 'cause they hadn't been done properly, and I fell hard on the floor."
"Ouch."
"Yeah, it hurt. Mostly because the people who had been in charge of my flyin' had been five 6-year-olds," grumbled Morgan.
"That was stupid," said Harry.
"Yeah, it was."
"Are we going to have a harness as well?" asked Harry nervously.
"No, we're going to use magic, thank the lord!"
"Good."
Mr. Thomas then started giving everyone a script with his or her parts highlighted. Harry was pleased at the fact that he would be the head monkey, and would have more scenes than all the rest of the flying monkeys. This in Harry's opinion, was very big.
Mr. Thomas then explained their parts, and what they would have to do. He then did a spell on them, which sprouted monstrous wings on all of them. Mr. Thomas asked them to all test out their wings and was pleased that most of them could fly fairly well.
Harry left feeling happy with Ron, who had been let out of practice at the same time. Nick was still practicing, since he had a huge part.
"So, how was your practice?" asked Ron tonelessly.
"Cool, I get to fly."
"So surprising, since you're a flying monkey," said Ron sarcastically.
"Well... how was your practice?" asked Harry.
"Well... I got to hit Hermione with an apple right in the head, so she's going to probably have a black eye tomorrow."
"Oh, well that's great," said Harry sarcastically.
When they got to their cabin, they decided that they would play some Wizard Chess outside, because it was a cool night, and there was a nice breeze. They were still playing when Nick came to the cabin and went inside. By that time it was midnight, though neither Harry nor Ron felt like getting up.
Until...
They heard footsteps coming their way and they looked up. Harry could tell that it was a boy and a girl. The girl and the boy came closer and Harry could recognize the girl as none other than Ginny!
"Ginny! Come here!" screeched Ron.
Ginny immediately pushed the boy behind a bush, and headed over to Ron and Harry looking nervous.
"I haven't seen you around lately," said Harry and Ron.
"Well, I've just been hanging... around," said Ginny.
"Who were you with?" asked Ron annoyingly.
"I'm not telling you!"
"Dean's in another camp. So you couldn't have been with him..."
"Excuse me, but I broke up with Dean!"
"Then who are you with?" asked Ron, impatiently.
"You'd laugh if I told you!"
"Just tell us!"
"Okay... but you promise you won't laugh?"
"We PROMISE!"
Ginny mumbled something but they couldn't hear her.
"What?"
"Neville." Ginny's face turned red as she said this.
"You're going out with HIM? You've got to be kidding me!" laughed Ron loudly.
"I'm right here," said Neville from behind the bushes.
"You told me you wouldn't laugh!" said Ginny, angrily.
"Sorry," mumbled Ron.
"Besides, I gave Neville a bit of a makeover, and now he looks hot," said Ginny.
"Have you gone blind, Ginny?" sniggered Ron.
"I'm still right here," said Neville again.
"No, I haven't! Neville come on out here!" said Ginny angrily, and Neville appeared out from the bush.
Neville's hair was now wavy, and had some highlights in it. His teeth had been reduced, and his face wasn't as red as it always was. He did look good.
"Bloody hell. Neville does look hot," said Ron.
"Oh my lord! You're gay?!?" asked Harry looking at Ron.
"NO, I'M NOT GAY! I like Hermi-" Ron halted. "Okay, I'll just be going now," he said quickly, walking away, but Ginny grabbed him by the collar.
"Then tell Hermione you like her, Ron!" said Ginny and Harry.
"She's going out with that Chad guy," said Ron angrily.
"So?"
"Well, everybody likes him. He's hot!"
"Ron, if you're not gay, then you really need to stop saying that!" said Ginny.
"Hermione will never like me because of Chad," said Ron. "And whenever I'm talking with her, he appears!"
"Well, then why don't you go visit her right now, Chad's not going to be in her cabin right now," said Ginny.
"I can't for two reasons."
"What are they?"
"One, it's one in the morning."
"And the second reason?"
"She's on a date with Chad."
"How do you know?"
"One of the members of the "I hate Chad Hamilton" club told me."
"The only member is your owl," said Harry.
"And?"
"You got your owl to spy on Hermione?!?"
"Yeah."
"You're pathetic."
"Well, thanks."
"Any time."
"I'm going to bed," said Ron annoyingly, and he went inside the cabin.
"He's pathetic," said Ginny again.
"Yep," agreed Harry.
"Definitely," agreed Neville.
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There, I know this chapter had no point. Have any of you seen "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton?"
Now can you please rate this fic between 1 and 10 with 1 being horrible and 10 being awesome?