Hey again everyone. This story will go up quickly. Chapter two shows the game. The entire time I was up on stage I thought I'd fall over. It's scary! Now back to the story.
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Chapter Two- Game Day
Alison woke up the next morning with a nervous jolt in her stomach. She had been dreaming of all the possible ways for the day to go wrong. She turned over and saw Cora laughing at her. "You alright, sweetie? You were mumbling about a fiasco. Have butterflies?" She breathed deep and smiled at her friend's understanding. "Well yeah, I mean, if I win, this will be my first date ever. If I lose, I'll get mocked and tormented. Either way is pretty damn scary." She shook her head as to rid herself of the negative thoughts. Jasmine rolled over in her bed, "What time is it and why are you all talking so loud? It's Saturday! It's the freaking Sabbath let a girl sleep!" All the girls laughed at the outburst. "Since when are you religious, Jasmine? And besides, isn't the Sabbath on Sunday?" Cora asked through stifled giggles. "Whatever, shut up, lets go eat," Jasmine said as the sleep wore off and hunger took over.
At breakfast, Alison was surprised to have so many people come speak to her. First Blaise decided to make an appearance. "Good morning, Little Sister. I heard Pansy talking about you last night and I don't want you to get discouraged. That snotty bitch is just jealous that she's not brave enough to do it." She smiled at her brother's heroics. "Thanks, flamer, I needed that. Have time to stay for breakfast?" He scanned the table for edible breakfast material and sighed as he saw that everything looked wonderful. "Sorry, I can't. Quidditch practice. But I'll for certain see you at the game today. Good luck love." She smiled at her brother as he trotted away. "Love ya. Have fun practicing and don't beat Xander up too bad."
The next person to speak to her was Hermione. "Good morning, Alison. I trust you got some rest last night? I know you must be dreadfully nervous." Alison smiled at Hermione's verbal propriety. She thought she sounded like a book-on-tape recording of Cinderella. "Thanks, Hermione. Yeah, I slept okay. How'd the ticket sales go?" Hermione sat down beside the Ravenclaw and sighed. "They did pretty well. I spoke to Harry about you." Alison nearly choked on her toast. "What did he say? Does he even know who I am?" Hermione laughed. "Don't look so surprised. Of course he knows who you are. He knows who all the prefects are." Alison's face fell. "Oh, I thought it might be due to something else." Hermione laughed again, "Girl, you really need to work on your confidence. He told me he thinks you're cute. He liked your dress from the Snowflake ball. " Alison felt as though she could quit breathing now and never regret it. Harry Potter acknowledged her existence! He commented on a dress she wore half a year ago! Hermione snapped her out of her trance. "He says to wish you good luck. Well, I have to run. Always more tickets to sell. Good luck, girl. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you!" She kissed the top of Alison's head and left the table.
After breakfast, Alison started getting ready for the show. Cora, Jasmine, and Vic all decided they knew what would look perfect on her. After an hour lost on useless suggestions on clothes that made her look goofy or preppy or whatever, she kicked them back to the common room and made up her own mind. After she showered, she misted herself with her favorite perfume, Versace Baby Rose Jeans (A/N- my favorite perfume…smells really good!) and dried her hair. She decided, for once, not to flat iron her hair. She let it hang around her shoulders in its natural wavy state.
It didn't take her long to find the perfect outfit in her wardrobe. She pulled out a short black skirt, her powder blue Ravenclaw sweater, black knee socks, and spiked doll shoes. Next she did her makeup. She never really wore very much but today was different. She still only wore a little but it made a big difference. Powder blue eye shimmer, black eyeliner, mascara, light blush, and pink tinted lip-gloss completed the look. When she was finally ready, she stepped in front of the mirror and was totally happy with her appearance for a change.
By the time she was ready, it was half past eleven and the show was at noon. She started making her way out to the lake so she'd have time to gather her wits. On the way she ran into her brother's Quidditch teammate and fellow beater, Xander Hollingsby. She noticed a bruise forming on his face and took him up to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey thanked her and told her to hurry up because she only had fifteen minutes till show time. Once again she was on her way to the lake.
When she arrived, she saw the stands filling and the contestants lining up on the side. She decided to go stand by one of her friends in the line. Dennis Creevey was waiting to attempt to win a date with any of the girls. There were two choosers, seventh years, from each house, one male and one female. From Slytherin there was Draco Malfoy and Millicent Bulstrode. From Hufflepuff, Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley were competing. Padma Patil and Terry Boot were representing Ravenclaw, The choosers from Gryffindor were Lavender Brown, and of course, Harry Potter. Dennis and Alison spoke quietly while all the others competed, except when he was trying to win. He ended up winning an evening with Susan Bones. She was very happy for him but now that he was in the winner's circle she didn't have anyone to talk to, until she saw Blaise.
She ran up to him, "I didn't know you were competing! Are you trying to get a date with Padma? Good luck, I hear she's a heartbreaker." Blaise just smiled. "No, I'm just watching you. Good luck up there, you're almost up. Need any help?" A thought dawned on her, "I need a pickup line. I'd have nothing to say!" He thought for a little while. "Hmm…pickup lines, huh? Let's see…oh! I've got one! Say If we were at the beach, I could make you jealous of sand!" She laughed at him. "That's corny!" He frowned, "Well, they're not supposed to be poetic prose. Just say it!" He won her over with a puppy smile. "Fine but if I sound stupid it's your fault!" He just laughed. "Hey, it's your turn. Good luck, Little Sister!" He pushed her on stage.
Parvati Patil introduced Harry to the audience and started asking him questions about girls. "Do you prefer baby-got-back, speed-bumps, or flat when it comes to a girl's butt?" Parvati's magically audible voiced asked. Harry thought for a minute, "I'd say, baby-got-back." Alison smiled as all the girls without big butts left the stage and passed Harry. There were seven girls left on stage. The next question Parvati asked was, "Do you like blue, green, or brown eyes?" This time Harry didn't have to think. "Green eyes," he said and Alison almost fainted. Now it was down to four girls. "Okay, we've eliminated enough girls to come to stage two. Girls, give Harry here your best pickup line," Parvati said and it drew catcalls from the audience. The first girl said, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" The audience groaned at the cheese factor. Girl number two said, "Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?" This received another grumble from the audience. "Are you tired 'cause you've been running through my mind all day," said the third girl, who actually got booed by the audience. Everyone got quiet as Alison got ready to say hers. "If we went to the beach, I could make you jealous of the sand," she said confidently. She got applause from the audience and she could tell Parvati was impressed.
"Well, Harry, you've heard every girl's line. It's time for you to eliminate one contestant. Who shall it be?" Harry thought about it and quickly decided. "Contestant number one, good attempt but I have to let you go." The girl smiled as she walked by Harry and he hugged her. It was Ginny Weasley. "Okay," Parvati said, "Now it's time for all our girls to draw self portraits and the one that Harry feels is the worst must leave and the one who's best gets to step up onto the first step. Girls, are you ready?" All three of the girls worked quickly with the marker they were handed. Once Parvati had them all, she handed them to Harry. One was a stick figure, one was a little bit ugly, and another was beautiful. "I have to eliminate number two, I don't see you in a stick figure," Harry said to Amelia Mortensen and she left the stage crying. "I like contestant number two's the best. Take a step forward please."
Now it was the final stage of the game. Alison was up against a Hufflepuff sixth year, Margaret Diggory, who was one step ahead. Alison didn't feel to nervous. She just figured she'd lose and that would be it. She was happy to have gotten as far as she did. Parvati began the next round of questions. "Girls, do you think Harry likes chocolate frogs or every flavored beans better?" She went to Margaret first and she said chocolate frogs. Alison thought he seemed like an every flavored bean person. "I'll say every flavored beans," she said. Harry held up his cue card that said 'every flavored beans' on it. "Okay well take a step up then. Next question, does Harry prefer shopping in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade?" Parvati asked Alison first this time. "Hogsmeade," she answered and then Parvati turned to Margaret and she also said Hogsmeade. Harry help up a sign that said Hogsmeade and both girls got to step up. "Okay, one more question. Does Harry prefer girls who are very outgoing or a bit on the quiet side?" Margaret answered first. "I think Harry likes outgoing girls like me," she said in a very overly dramatic voice. Parvati asked Alison and she decided to differ in her answer. "Shy?" It sounded more like a question than an answer but to her surprise, the cue card read shy.