Hermione's Rival :Chapter 2
More Perfection
The third years emerged from their last class of the day(Potions)coughing and spluttering, but in very high spirits. They had been making a potion with sunflower oil in it, and when Snape accidentically knocked Tiffany's bottle against her cauldron flames, there was a minor explosion, and Snape was supposed to be in Saint Mungos with severe burns, so Professor Slughorn was filling in, and he was decent to all students. Nobody had been hurt badly, although Malfoy had been drenched in potion, Tiffany had a skin rash from the oil, and Ron's robe sleeve had caught fire, but Brandon threw the contents of his water bottle on it.
Hermione was really cheerful, as she left the class, chatting to Jessica and Shira.
However her mood dropped when Michelle came dancing over."Shira, Jessie, Hermione, McGonagall wants to see all the Gryffindor third years upstairs,"she announced.
So the third years trooped upstairs, and sat down in the Transfiguration room. McGonagall came sweeping in. "You have been given the task of choosing the theme for this year's October dance, " she said, getting straight to the point.
"What about an American theme, like square dancing and stuff?" Dean Thomas yelled.
The Americans turned bright scarlet. Finally Toby spoke. "We could have stuff like Motown and things like that to dance to."
Parvati Patil spoke up too. "Yeah, and decorations."
"Perhaps you could give a square dancing demonstration,'' McGonagall said to the Americans. Michelle grinned. "Yeah, OK."
"You have a fortnight." McGonagall left the room.
Back in the common room that Friday night, Seamus finally got a CD player to work. Spencer put the square dancing tape in it. All the chairs were out the way. This was to decide of whether to do the square dance demo or not, but all the house was watching. The music started, and each of them knew exactly what to do. Everybody noticed Michelle, she could even make the dance look elegant in jeans. Her partner, Christian, seemed to read her mind of where she was going, and they worked brilliantly.
By the end, it was definitely going to be in the dance. Hermione groaned. How could she stop Michelle being so perfect? And then an idea formed in her brain…
