Geez it's been a while huh? So sorry about that. Well I want to get started on the story, but I always write my AN first (tradition) so I'll keep it brief.
Firstly I updated my homepage thing so you might? wanna check that out.
Another thing is that the only reason I'm writing is because my entire neighbourhood has afl fever so I'm stuck alone. And its holidays so I have nothing better to do. Funny how it works out like that. shakes fist at gods
And lastly my toe REALLY hurts because I stubbed it.
So be good and review or I'll kill you. Haha just kidding…
"What the bloody hell is this meant to be?"
The rest of the 7th years at the Gryffindor table had had similar reactions when they saw their breakfast the next morning too. And looking around the hall at the other tables it was fair to say that they weren't the only ones.
"Breakfast I suppose," answered Remus lifting a spoonful out of his bowl and letting it fall unceremoniously back into it.
"There is no way in hell I'm eating that," said Sirius loudly. "Give me the bacon!"
"Uh uh uh," came Harry's voice as he snatched the bacon away from his hand. "I don't think so. How are you meant to get a toned stomach if you eat bacon for breakfast?"
"But. But but but," stammered Sirius looking longingly at the bacon.
"Oh. And what a pity," teased Harry as he popped a piece into his mouth and chewed it slowly. "It's soooo good."
Sirius and the rest of the 7th years at the Gryffindor table looked on jealously.
"How come you get to eat bacon and we get … what is this crap?" asked Rhea, joining the conversation.
"In answer to your first question, because I don't need to tone up, OR lose weight OR gain muscle so I can eat," he put another piece of crispy bacon into his mouth as his students drooled. "Whatever. I. Want." He laughed, rather meanly and patted James and Sirius on their heads. "Cheer up gentlemen. It's only until the rest of the year."
"THE REST OF THE YEAR?" came the startled response of every seventh year at the table who had apparently been eavesdropping.
"Yes! Which leads me to your second question. What is this awful stuff."
"You know it's awful," demanded Emily. "And yet you make us eat it?"
Harry nodded cheerfully again. "I had to survive on this for longer than you will have to, so I don't want to hear any more complaints."
Everyone scoffed unbelievingly but Harry ignored them and went on.
"It's high carb gruel, for lots of energy. High protein for muscle development. Low fat, for well, low fat. And it has all the vitamins and minerals you could ever need."
"No, I think you'll find its missing something," quipped Jess.
Harry just raised an eyebrow.
"Taste! Hello taste, where are you?"
Everyone, including Harry laughed. "Unfortunately, for you. Taste isn't a nutrient."
"It should be," Jess grumbled.
"The real reason I came over here, apart from making sure that you were actually eating it, and not heading for the bacon," he glared pointedly at Sirius. "Is to give you your new diet and exercise plans!" His voice had regained its earlier enthusiasm.
He handed them round to the wary Gryffindors and waited as they read them.
"Oh phew!" said a relieved Sirius. "I only have to eat this rubbish for breakfast!"
"That's right!" said Harry. "The idea is that this will fill you up in the morning and provide you with all the energy you'll need for the day to prevent you eating less…beneficial foods!"
Most people were only vaguely listening. Too overjoyed to find that this was only for breakfast.
"So if you'll just look at my timetable I want to point something out to you," instructed Harry.
They tore their collective gazes away from breakfast time to look at where Harry's finger was directing.
"Because of the high practical component of the rest of the years' studies, the DADA classroom will be changing around a lot. So along with all the information about your diet and exercise regime, this timetable also indicates any room changes. Watch this."
Harry pulled out his wand and tapped it on Tuesday's lesson saying, "Meet at Hagrid's Hut" The square immediately changed venue to the one he had mentioned.
"Now look at yours."
Everyone looked at their own timetables where the words 'DADA Classroom' were slowly changing to say 'Meet at Hagrid's Hut.'
Peter summed it up in one word, "Cool."
Harry laughed, "It is hay? 'Mione rigged it up. Just make sure to keep an eye out for any room changes, and I'll see you all this afternoon," he consulted his own timetable. "At the DADA classroom."
With one last smile he strode away to the Slytherin table, presumably with the same message.
"Well Marauders. We'd better get used to this," said Remus bravely, lifting his spoon to his lips.
The rest of the 7th years followed suit.
"On the count of three," instructed Lily. "One…Two…Three!"
They all took a mouthful of the foul grey looking mush and immediately found it was nowhere as bad as they had predicted. It was by no means unenjoyable, but at the same time, not a delicacy either.
James looked round the table and found Sirius had already eaten half the bowl, Rhea was contemplatively studying her second spoonful and everyone else taking slow steady spoonfuls. Everyone except Lily.
"Hey Lils you wearing your DADA gear right now?"
Lily scowled and huffed before taking a spoonful of her mush and flinging it perfectly into James' hair.
"Whoops."
"Ok you know the deal same as yesterday. Go and get your stuff on," instructed Harry.
"Although you will find that it's changed a little because it's going to serve a different purpose today."
'A little' was a lot of an understatement.
For the girls the midriff crop top had become a running singlet with reasonable length sport shorts.
The boys now had basketball style singlets to wear with their running shorts.
The clothes were put on their appropriate owners, and the screen was removed, and currently most the boys in the class were peering at the girls only to be sadly disappointed at the change in outfit.
"Professors!" yelled James in a strangled voice. "What did you do?" The other boys in the class nodded or voiced their agreement...along with some of the girls
Harry and Hermione laughed, "Because today the idea isn't to see as much of you as possible without breaking the law," more laughter. "It's to help each person individually start their fitness regime, and these are the best exercise clothes."
James was still looking scandalised, but the lesson continued regardless.
"As you can see the room we used yesterday is no longer here," everyone looked around and found this to be the truth. Were there was once poufs and simple decorations, there were now a whole range of strange looking instruments.
"The room has been redecorated to look like a muggle gymnasium, or gym for short."
"So if your timetables ever displays the word 'gym' that means come here for fitness training."
"Why on earth would we be using muggle equipment?" sneered a darkhaired Slytherin from the back of the crowd.
"Because it's the best," responded Harry simply.
That shut everyone up.
"Now in today's lesson, the aim is to get everyone familiar with the equipment they are going to be using to get hot bods," explained Harry.
"If you look on your timetables," continued Hermione. "You will see that there is a whole range of exercise activities that have been assigned to you."
"So what are you waiting for?" cried Harry. "Go and try them out! Just remember that you aren't the only one using that machine so try it for five minutes or so, then go to something else on your timetable."
"Most of the machines are pretty self-explanatory, but if you don't get it, that's what we're here for!"
The class scattered, each eager to try out the machines.
Those who needed more stomach definition were doing crunches and such (help me! I don't go to the gym. In your review if you know of any machines PLEASE tell me)
The girls who needed stronger arm muscles were lifting petite dumbbells.
Lots of people were on treadmills and lifting weights.
No one seemed to be having any particular troubles so Harry and Hermione were content to roam around for the remainder of the lesson, reminding those that were getting attached to one particular machine that it was time to let go. (Sirius had to be dragged off the Ab Cruncher 3000)
When the bell rang, the whole class was so engrossed in their tasks that they didn't seem to hear it.
The two Professors did though.
"Guys! Guys!" yelled Harry, but they didn't seem to hear. "STOP!" That got their attention. "This lesson has gone over time. Grab your clothes and go and have the quickest shower of your life. All the stuff you need will be in there," he explained pointing to a door that had just appeared.
Ever the practical one 'Mione said, "We'll write you all late passes so you don't get in trouble. Now run!"
There was a mad scramble for the door, but once they got inside they found that there were plenty of showers.
"That was a good lesson Harry," complimented Hermione as soon as the last person had exited the Room of Requirements.
They both flopped down onto a couch that had appeared.
"What class have we got next?" asked his girlfriend.
"Nothing," Harry replied seductively. "We've got a spare."
Hermione raised her eyebrows.
Harry locked the door.
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