Disclaimer: It's official, I now own Harry Potter. After some late night negotiations and some Chinese take-out I have ascertained the story rights. It took a bit of convincing but J.K. knew that I could take the story in better directions.
(A/N) Woohoo! I have like 9 reviews! That may not seem like a lot to you but I posted a story on another website like in July and I have only gotten 6 reviews since. Major excitement. I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and I also implore those that don't do. Hehe that didn't make sense! I'm giddy!
Honeydew: Thank you, at least someone recognizes my literary genius! Nah, just joshin'. I'm glad you liked the idea of P.E. Class. It sounded really cool in my head, glad it wasn't in vain.
Juliachan: Yes indeed, the O.C. was definitely one of the hormonal tv shows I spoke of. I'm not a hardcore fan but I love to see what kind of trouble the rich and beautiful get themselves into. I watch One Tree Hill somewhat more but it is also ridiculous. But I'm ridiculous so I can get away with it. Yes, basketball is a sport for the tall. When I was younger my mom put me in it so I wouldn't feel isolated due to my superior altitude. I'm 5" 8' now and I may have stopped growing. I hope.
Fireylove: What can I say ::pulls suspenders outwards in as haughty as possible manner:: I writes me what I knows. Hormonal boys. Draco is annoying git, but an extremely hot one at that. I'll indeed keep on writing if you continue with the reviews. You gave me two!!!
IloveTom88: Yes I did update due to my excited nature of the reviews I have gotten. If I reach 20 I may faint of happiness. I'm glad you liked the chapter because this is really fun to write. So I'll stop stalling and give you a new one again.
MagicFairyDuster: Nevertheless, I want to make it good and long. Oh and those words, I have disclosed what they were but it's not exactly spelled out for you. It's within the first paragraph and may not seem like much but you know how devious Slytherins are. Especially Draco Malfoy, The prince of the Slytherins.
Through The Eyes of A Dragon:
The First Class:
"Are these supposed to fit?" Hermione Granger asked while observing her extremely short shorts in the mirror of the girl's locker room. Yes the girls locker room. Right across from the boy's.
Each girl received a pair of shorts in their house color with a grey shirt. Emblazoned on the upper left hand corner was the Hogwarts crest. The shirts were pretty tight and Hermione briefly wondered if the uniforms were in their sizes. She quickly shook the question off, of course they wouldn't be. The teachers probably didn't the muggle system of sizing. She cursed slightly as she realized they shared this period with all the other houses, including boys.
She glanced over to Pavarti Patil and Lavender Brown who were frantically fixing their hair and makeup.
"You do know that it's all going to come off as soon as we work out, don't you?" Hermione asked in the most polite way possibly. Both girls faces fell.
Hermione just took her hair and placed it in a high messy ponytail. Lavender gushed, "How do you make it look so messy and so perfect at the same time?" she asked as if a two-year-old astounded by the world. Hermione shrugged, "Practice." and walked off.
She began to put on her new sneakers when Millicent Bulstrode ran into the room. "Does anyone realize how tiny these uniforms are?" Hermione almost laughed, but she had more compassion. Millicent wasn't a very skinny girl, she was pleasantly plump. Big boned. Portly. Hermione sympathized but could not emphasize being that she was never heavy. But Hermione did know what it was like to be insecure. Hell, she was experiencing it right now.
She finished tying the laces on her sneakers and sent a reassuring smile to the Slytherin. Millicent may have been a Slytherin but she was a girl first, and beamed back at Hermione.
The sound of the bell signaled the beginning of the class. Around 16 girls walked out of the locker room. Some chose to receive failing marks rather than stoop to physical education. Hermione could never dream of receiving a failing mark and never could have even considered the possibility. Most Slytherin girls had refused to partake in such a hideously muggle activity. The Slytherin boys, or just boys in general, couldn't resist physical activity and competition. Some Hufflepuff girls just didn't want to appear more clumsy so that left mostly Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.
The girls filed out into the large gym that had been enchanted to look exactly like that in many muggle schools. Along the lefthand side erected two bleachers that stretched the entire length of the wall. Around 20 boys sat scattered around the wooden planks. They stood slack jawed as the girls came out in their entirely too small uniforms.
Hermione blushed and made her way to the other side of the bleachers, as did most girls. Not Pansy of course, she reveled in it. Even though it was not directed at her. Actually as she flounce towards the group, Hermione was sure that some of them looked away in sheer repulsion. Pansy had rolled her shorts even higher than they already were. They showed partial butt cheek. Her Shirt was pulled into a knot and showed flabby stomach. Even hormonal boys could say no to that.
Hermione's attention was diverted from the freak show that was Pansy Parkinson by two screeching voices. "No way! I so look better in red!" A very angry Lavender Brown yelled. "Yeah, maybe if you were dressing as a fire engine!" Pavarti retaliated. This remark confused half of the class as they had absolutely no idea what a fire truck was and the implications of this statement.
As everyone was pondering, a flash of green and blue light met from the two angry girls' wands. A very angry Professor McGonagall sent the two girls to the hospital wing along with escorts. Pansy Parkinson was sent to Dumbledore's office for 'lewd behavior'. After all had been cleared up there was only 14 girls remaining and 16 boys.
Professor McGonagall left red faced as she let open the doors for the gym teacher. He was a tall man around six foot two and had dirty blonde hair. His eyes were a vibrant blue and his well toned physique was clearly visible in his tight muscle shirt and his shorts that reached his knees. Around his neck was a shiny black whistle along with silver dog tags. Some girls even swooned on spot. And then their were twelve. The two Ravenclaws were happily carried off by two Ravenclaw boys. All together there were 26 kids remaining.
He blew his whistle and the teens quickly split up between genders. The man spoke, "Hello I will be teaching physical education this year at Hogwarts. My name is Professor Verte. I would like all of you to split into four groups." The teens began sorting themselves out.
Hermione stood with Hannah Abbot, Padma Patil, and Millicent Bulstrode. It would probably be the first time any one would see such inter-house cooperation. No one chose to comment because the commotion across the room took all focus off of the mixed group.
Harry, Ron, Blaise, and Draco seemed to have taken too long in choosing because they were stuck together. They weren't exactly happy about it. The boys were screaming loudly at each other. Mr. Verde silenced them and in little under a minute they were in circular formation doing jumping jacks.
After they had stretched out, Mr. Verde suggested they start their first game. He handed out rackets to all the girls and told the boys to take a seat on the bleachers. He began to explain the game to those who were not of muggle descent.
The boys had other things to speak of. Very different.
"Can you believe how tiny those uniforms are?" Harry sighed dreamily.
"Are you complaining, Potter. I should have known you swung that way."
"Anything but, Malfoy. I'm in heaven. Pure bliss. I was right across from Hermione when we were doing jumping jacks!" Harry replied, he wasn't in the least bit fazed by Malfoy's comment. He was too elated to notice.
"Yes. I see this is something we agree on. This will not occur often but if I might ask you one thing? When did that incessant know-it-all get so unbelievably hot?" Draco Malfoy pondered with upmost curiosity. Others mumbled in agreement. Harry and Ron shrugged, they had no idea either.
On the other side of the gym the girls were having a bit more of an intellectual conversation. Not.
"Did you see how hot the man is?" Hannah Abbot said while serving the birdie. "You are so lucky Hermione. I wish he would teach me how to serve. So much contact." The girl stated drooling. Several others took her lead and followed her train of thought.
"How about someone closer to our age?" Hermione asked, ever the logical one.
"Well, I know that even if the man is an arrogant git he is extremely hot. Draco Malfoy that is. Oh, and don't forget your man Harry Potter. He's a looker himself." Padma rambled on until Hermione hit the birdie at her.
"Good Hermione! That's the way! You have some real power within your stroke. You just have to get in the mood. I'm proud!" Mr. Verte called from the other court. Hermione tinged pink and turned extremely red at the next comment.
"He gets me in the mood!" Millicent whispered loud enough for the foursome to overhear. They burst into fits of giggles.
"Okay ladies, let the boys have a try." Mr. Verde blew his whistle. Padma was bust gossiping loudly to her badminton partners as the boys passed. All they managed to overhear was snip-its. "Changed right out in the open...middle of the girl's locker room...sticky need a shower." They filled in the rest.
The lesson ended with much more gossip from both the boys and girls. The boys overheard a similar conversation to the one earlier as they gathered their things.
"What would I give to be in there!" Harry groaned.
"I never thought I'd be saying this but Potter you're a genius!" Draco Malfoy exclaimed happily. Dancing in a very un-Malfoy manner, but still looking as aristocratic as ever mind you.
(A/N) Woo! That was along one. It was also a longer updating period so I gave it to you. Around halfway through the chapter II realized it was neither funny nor well written. One word: Bah! If that didn't make sense, then good. It is also like 3 in the morning when I'm writing this so don't be too mad. Anywho, feel free to flame, it was poorly written. Freely admitted. I have to go to bed now but I think I'll say review anyhows. Good, bad, happy or sad. Okay that's definitely a song. I need bed and a good cup of joe in the mourn. Until then, I bid you adieu. Review! (Atleast give me a review b/c that definitely rhymed!)