A/N: Wow…we actually got around to writing chapter 2…(yes, we know we have no life…) Ah, well, it's March Break (Whoo hoo!) So, anyways, we like all people who reviewed. You are on our good list. And now…for chapter 2 of this completely random and pointless fic…

Oh yeahhhhh…before we forget, disclaimer: Do you really think people who are writing about Hogwarts Cheerleaders are good enough to write the Harry Potter books? (Author 3: Hey, I resent that, I'm a good author, right?………… A little support would be nice!!) (Please note that the other three authors are comfortable with their position of not-good-enough-to-write-HP)(A3: OK… so I'm not THAT good) We didn't think so…. JK is the only one good enough to write the seventh book…(or any of the other ones, for that matter…) although she could do it a little FASTER!!(A4: (WHAT'S) (WITH) (ALL) (THE) (BRACKETS)(??????)(???)(??????)!)

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The next day……………

Everyone on the list went to Prof. McGonagall's office to get fitted into their uniforms (a.k.a. miniskirts and tight belly shirt tank tops).

When Hermione saw the basic outfit, she said, "Well, there's not much fabric to get fitted for, is there?"

"Not really," agreed Prof. McGonagall. "Oh, well."

Once Madam Malkin had all of their measurements (which only took three seconds), Prof. McGonagall took the girls out to the Quidditch pitch for their first drills. It turned out that none of the girls could do anything remotely cheerleaderish.

"No no no," said Prof. McGonagall. "You do it like this…" She promptly did a triple back flip from a standing position and landed in the splits. "Now you try."

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed everyone in the vicinity, including the entire squad, Prof. Snape, and some random dude named Ickle (who has not been introduced yet, but will be soon).

"Wait a sec," said Hermione. "Shouldn't we have had tryouts for this team so that the team members would actually be able to do all this crazy stuff?"

"Probably," said Prof. McGonagall. "But that would have taken a whole chapter and the authors are MUCH too lazy to do that."

Suddenly, the aforementioned random dude named Ickle suddenly appeared, saying, "Ya! If there had been, tryouts I could have shown you what I can do, and would've made the team for sure!"

Everyone stared at him.

"Ummm…" said Hermione. "Only girls are allowed on the team."

Just then, the authors, headed by author 3, ran in.

"Sorry about my brother, Ickle, he can be a little crazy sometimes," said author 3, putting her brother in a headlock and pulling him away. The other authors followed her, all drinking over-large slushy drinks and giggling madly.

As he was pulled out, Ickle began to yell.

"I will return!" he yelled "And when I do, I will get my revenge!!!"

For no reason whatsoever, author 3 began to hit the semi colon button-

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-until author 2 stopped her in utter annoyance.

"Did anyone else think that was weird?" asked Ginny.

"Yes," said Prof. McGonagall.

"I don't get it," said Hermione. "Why did all of the semi colons A3 just typed appear in the sky? It defies the laws of physics!"

"But not logic," explained A2, appearing out of nowhere with a big, fake book. "We write down what you do, and it happens in the story, so when some people press random things for no reason, it happens in the story anyway."

"There are a lot of holes in that explanation," said Hermione, but A2, anticipating her smartness, was already gone.

"I have a better theory!" said A3, suddenly appearing with Ickle still in a headlock. "You see, that," she pointed up to the sky at that moment, "may defy the laws of physics, but, so does this entire school, and story … Anyway, let's get back to the relevant plot."

"Relevant plot? Where?" asked all three of the other authors.

"OK…" said Prof McGonagall. "Anyways, all of you, stay perfectly still…"

"Now THAT'S something we can do," said the team.

"…While I perform a very painful spell on you so you can all do crazy cheerleading stunts!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed everyone on the team, but before they could move, Prof McGonagall raised her wand and said, "Cheerleadus Crazius Stuntus!!!"

Suddenly (A3: Everything in this is so sudden) all of the girls began doing triple back flips, pyramids, splits and other crazy cheerleading stunts. Not that doing the splits is that crazy, half of the authors can do the splits.

"Right," said Prof. McGonagall. "So, your homework is to practice crazy cheerleading stunts. Feel free to show off anywhere you deem worthy. We will have our first official practice next Saturday along with the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice. Full uniform is necessary."

Just then, Madame Malkin came out with the uniforms; they were red with gold trim and a big (or at least as big as it could be on the tiny shirts) letter G on the tops.

"Oh my God…" said Hermione.

"I know," said Ginny.

"I don't seriously have to wear that, do I?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, you do," said Prof. McGonagall. "And you will have to wear it in front of the entire school at the first Quidditch match of the season."

"But that's against Slytherin!" cried Parvati.

"Yes, I know," said Prof. McGonagall. "And to help our team win, you will have to look extra good so that the Slytherin team will not be able to concentrate, as it is made up entirely of boys!"

While everyone else was making disgusted faces, a random girl on the team asked, "Ummm… is Melincent Bulstrode on the Slytherin squad?"

"Yes, I believe she is" Replied Prof. McGonagall.

"WHAT!" yelled Hermione and, at the sheer thought of it, ran into the bathroom and began retching along with A3 who had just seen the outfit for her dance recital."

Meanwhile, the rest of the team and A1, A2, and A4, were screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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A/N: heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee (A3: Stop it Annie!) Anyways…

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