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GinnyAs the rest of the students started eating and talking angrily about how they weren't chosen, the sixteen contestants followed Dumbledore into the room at the back of the Dining Hall. It was filled with chairs and couches that we all piled ourselves upon as Dumbledore stood at the head of the room and started talking to us.
"Tomorrow evening you all will go downstairs immediately and we will meet in this room again," he began. "Today you must pack your bags. You are to bring very few things. A pair of shorts, a pair of pants, two t-shirts, a sweater, a pair of sneakers, a bathing suit, obviously socks and underwear, and one luxury item. The luxury item can be something like a book, a diary, or something extra that you want to bring. But you cannot bring anything electronical- only those of you who are Muggle born know what that means- nor can you bring your wands.
"Dammit!" Ron said under his breath, slapping his thigh. His face was turning a deep shade of read. He was livid with anger.
"Ron stop being so selfish," I told him. "There are a bunch of people out there who would kill for an opportunity like this. Be grateful that you were chosen.
"Shut up, Ginny," he responded through gritted teeth. "Will you all please vote me off first?
"Now, that's no way to think of things, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said.
I smirked at my brother. "See?" I said obnoxiously.
He rolled his eyes, ignoring me.
"You all will do fine at this," Dumbledore said confidently. "I know it. If you just try your hardest you can do whatever you put your mind to. I have faith in you all.
Whoa. Since, like, when did Dumbledore become Mr. Faithful Supportive Man?
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RonStupid Ginny. She is so fucking annoying. And now she has Dumbledore on her side? Oh, how great! Not...
"Well, I guess that's all I have to say," Dumbledore finished. "Now you are all free to eat your breakfast.
Thank god. Now I can get away from YOU and my moronic SISTER!
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NarratorThe rest of the day went by fairly quickly for the sixteen contestants. This might have been because they all still had classes that day, or maybe because they spent every second of that day thinking about the adventure they were about to embark on in just a little over 24 hours.
But that afternoon after classes, there was a packing frenzy in their dorm rooms.
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DracoOkay. Socks. I picked up a handful of socks and threw them into a small bag I had found at the bottom of my trunk. Underwear. Of course I have to bring my sexy, irresistible black silk boxers. Two t-shirts. Two? Only two? Is this some kind of joke, Dumbledore? Because I think two is a very small number.
"Duh, what do you want us to get now, Draco?" the stupid oaf Crabbe asked me dumbly.
"I'm thinking- shut up," I snapped back.
"Duh, sorry," Goyle responded.
Hmmm... Okay, if I bring more than two shirts I can look sexy throughout the whole competition but I run the risk of getting kicked off or something. That could ruin my chances of winning...
"Two t-shirts," I ordered somewhat regretfully. I just couldn't risk it.
"What's... uh... next?" Goyle asked.
"A pair of shorts and a pair of long pants," I responded, bored.
"Oh, Draco!" someone called in a singsong voice from outside my room.
I glanced at the door just as Pansy stuck her head through it.
"Oh! You've already started packing!" Pansy said, surprised. "I thought we could pack together.
"Well you're a little late so, if you don't mind, this is a boys' dormitory so you should go," I said rudely.
"Sorry," Pansy replied sadly, hanging her head and leaving the room.
Crabbe and Goyle started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked, annoyed.
"You sure told her off!" Crabbe said.
"Yeah!" Goyle agreed.
"Right..." I responded, puzzled. "Now, will you please get me a bathing suit?
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Hermione"Hey, Herm!" Ginny cried happily, hopping into my room.
"Hi, Ginny," I said, trying to hide the dismay in my voice. Ginny annoyed the hell out of me.
"Do you want to pack together?" she asked me hopefully.
"Oh... uh... I finished packing already, sorry," I lied.
"You did? Okay," Ginny replied sadly. "I'll go then. I have to pack. See you.
I smiled quickly as she left the room and then started packing as quickly as I could. Socks, underwear, shirts, pants, shorts, a bathing suit, what else? A luxury item. A luxury item? What the heck was I supposed to bring as my luxury item?
Suddenly I knew just the thing.
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GinnyOkay so Hermione just majorly turned me down. Whatever. I can deal. Totally. I started packing. As I thought about it more and more, though, I got madder and madder. Stupid Hermione. That was such bullshit! She was totally lying to me about having finished her packing. That bitch... Thinking she can just flat out lie to me and get away with it? Well, you've got another think coming, girl.
I didn't notice, but I started throwing things into my bag angrily. I was done packing except for my luxury item. What should I bring? A diary? No. A book? Hell no! Oh, I know! A mirror! Perfect.
I patted myself on the back for being so smart. This was going to be one hell of an awesome trip!
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Harry"What are you bringing as your luxury item?" Ron asked me as we packed for our trip.
"I'm not sure yet," I answered. "What are you bringing?
"Dunno. That's why I asked you," Ron told me.
"You guys have already started packing? It's only five!" someone said from the doorway. I turned around. It was Seamus. He was standing with Neville and Dean. They entered the room.
"I just realized that everyone in this dorm is going on this tebulision show!" Neville announced excitedly. "I hope we're all in the same tribe.
"I wonder if they'll do something stupid like boys versus girls," Dean said as he looked for a bag to pack in.
"That would be so irritating," I said.
"I can't find a bag to pack in," Neville said worriedly.
"Here, I have an extra," Ron offered, handing Neville a small green bag. "I'm just mad that I have to go into this competition with my sister," he told us unhappily, going back to his packing.
"Padma and Parvati are both doing this, also," Dean said.
"They'll probably put you on different tribes," Neville said.
"But what about the merge?" Seamus pointed out.
"Hopefully I'll be voted off by then," Ron said.
"Oh, shut up, Ron," I said, throwing a pillow at him.
This was only just the beginning.
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A/N: R&R!
