A/N: I call upon the muses to help me write this tale for I have suffered serious writers block! (Hey, it worked for Homer, he called upon the muses to help him write 2 simple poems, and, well, you know the rest.)

Disclaimer: Well, no one reads this story anyway, so I could very well just write down an actual Harry Potter book and no one would care. But, since I am a good human being, I decided that being lazy was bad and that I should just use J.K. Rowling's characters does Wayne's World bowing while chanting "I'M NOT WORTHY!" over and over and write using the plot developed by the wonderful Jen Riddle, Ksanka, and myself, Mooney's Girl. (P.S. I don't own Wayne's World either, and yes, it is a sad world because I don't.) (P.P.S. Jen Riddle will also no longer be mentioned as an author for this story because she really did not put any work into it, besides helping develop the original plot – but her other stuff is tres marvy!)

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Cho woke up early and jumped on her broom for some Quidditch exercises. Harry Potter – cute as he may be – wasn't going to beat her this year. She was a strong seventh year and she was sure that she would have no trouble in besting the "Boy-Who-Lived" after her hard summer training.

She loved flying. It made her forget all her problems for a while as she soared and dived in the air. Actually, it took her all summer after her fifth year to get back on a broom, because every time she touched a broom, she couldn't stop thinking about where Cedric would be, and what it would be like to fly with him just one more time. The memory of her beloved Cedric Diggory was painful, and she wept just thinking of him.

After Quidditch, she said a self-cleaning spell, grabbed her list and threw some Floo Powder into the fire. Slowly and clearly she stated, "Diagon Alley!"

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Hermione sighed. She always loved the brisk and bustling aromas of Diagon Alley. Although she loved Harry and Ron, she liked to wander the streets of one of the busiest wizarding places in London alone. She liked looking at all the things in the many shops. Even after five years of knowing the wizarding world, she still was flabbergasted when she caught sight of magnificent wizard's chessboards, or magical broomsticks, or talking mirrors. Then, of course, she has to always mentally slap herself for not remembering where she was. She decided to wander into a bookshop to browse the titles for anything that might help her with her upcoming N.E.W.T.S. or that might keep her interest for the rest of the summer.

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"N.E.W.T.S., N.E.W.T.S., N.E.W.T.S.! I can assure you, Aunt Bea, I'll do fine. Remember? You had me study with you at least three hours each day! I'm sure to pass anything," exploded Hannah to Beatrix.

"I'm sorry, it's just that are you sure you are okay with Defense Against the Dark Arts? I personally am just average in that area, and I know that you had that cow-I mean-Professor Umbridge do nothing-I mean-insufficiently teach you last year. Are you sure you're okay?"

Hannah laughed. When she and her aunt were alone, they were always very honest and open. "You know that I was in the D.A. with Harry Potter, and he was almost as good of a teacher as Remus. Don't worry about me. I can even do a patronus, but don't tell Mom."

"Wow, that took me until I was out of school to learn a patronus! I must say, Harry IS very good at defense against the dark arts. He's almost as good-looking as Remus, as well."

Somehow, Aunt Bea always knew how to make her laugh. "You know, you should really try to go on a date with him. He's smart and quite charming."

Beatrix blushed. "I might just do that. How 'bout a magazine to keep you occupied the rest of the summer?"

Hannah and Beatrix walked into a little newsstand to find a big magazine, for the last part of summer would probably last a long time.

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"How about this one? It looks sturdy, stable, reliant, and basically everything else you need." Draco said, holding up a broom to Pansy. She was going to start flying this year, and he was going to help her.

Pansy eyed the broom 'well that looks good,' then she eyed Draco, 'but so does that.' She was so excited that Draco offered her flying lessons, even though it could be knitting lessons he was offering and she would be just as excited. Since Pansy was never quite appreciated at home, the Malfoy's loving attention was always appreciated, especially since Draco was quite hot.

Out of the blue, Draco asks, "You know that I am captain, right? I was wondering if you could join the team, because I think you will be pretty good, and I think that – well I was wondering if you would like to be a chaser?"

Pansy almost fainted.

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Boy, it was a hot day out. Cho had to find the nearest ice cream place, and fast. She was going to die of starvation, and she had a huge craving for pumpkin ice cream. Although pumpkin juice is quite a common drink amongst wizards, few appreciate the taste of pumpkin ice cream (A/N kind of like pistachios and pistachio ice cream). Immediately, she dived into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and sat at a table. Florean had a lot of time on his hands, so he created a spell that allowed you to tap the table with your wand while saying your order. The order would appear on a special parchment, and Florean would make the ice cream and then float your ice cream to you.

Cho tapped her wand to the table and stated, "Pumpkin Ice Cream."

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Hannah and Beatrix strolled into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. This was always the way that the duo ended their yearly shopping trip. Beatrix always ordered peppermint ice cream, and Hannah always got Pumpkin ice cream. This had been how the tradition went since Hannah's first year.

As Hannah tapped the table with her wand, she said, "Pumpkin Ice Cream."

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Hermione had an emergency. She just spent the entire day shopping and she was not only hungry, but she needed something cold and yummy, so she walked into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and sat down.

She tapped her wand and recited her favorite flavor, "Pumpkin Ice Cream."

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Pansy was starving. It was a good thing that Draco suggested to Mrs. Malfoy that they should get some ice cream. Pumpkin ice cream happened to be her favorite ice cream. Draco thought that she was weird because of it, but Pansy caught him dipping his chocolate frog into peanut butter, and that was even grosser, in her mind.

One at a time, they each tapped their wands on the table and stated their order.

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Dear Customer:

I am sorry to inform you that we are currently out of pumpkin ice cream. If you would like, you may choose another flavor.

Florean Fortescue

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Four angry girls stormed up to the counter with a note in her hand.

"How, in Merlin's name, can there be no pumpkin ice cream?" Hannah, Cho, Pansy and Hermione roared, miraculously, at the same time.

Florean Fortescue was in way over his head. First, he had never seen so many requests for pumpkin ice cream at once, so he had to kindly send them a notice that there was no pumpkin ice cream. Then, four quite pissed off girls come up to him at once. It seems like he angered the wrong people today.

After a few seconds of yelling at the owner, the girls looked around to see who else was yelling.

Pansy demanded, "Who let the mudblood in?"

Cho added, "Yeah, why is Harry's 'mistress' here?" she still hasn't forgiven Harry for going to meet Hermione halfway through their date.

Hermione responded, " Who let you out of your cage, Pansy? Well, Cho, it's nice to see you on a day that you DON'T cry."

Hannah turned to the Florean. "Are you SURE you don't have any more pumpkin ice cream?"

Florean nodded sadly. "My apologies miss."

"Very well. Could I possibly have chocolate chip ice cream then?"

Mr. Florean made her order, and Hannah sat down to enjoy her ice cream with her Aunt Bea.

"Don't you have some Muggles to terrorize? Go find another ice cream store!" yelled Cho.

"No I'm busy terrorizing you," retorted Pansy, "Well, if a mudblood likes pumpkin ice cream, then I seem to have lost my appetite for the stuff. Mr. Fortescue, give me chocolate."

When Pansy received her ice cream, she strutted back to the table where Draco and Mrs. Malfoy happened to be sitting.

"It goes with your dark heart, Pansy," snapped Hermione, "Please, Mr. Fortescue, may I have strawberry ice cream?"

After Florean made her ice cream, Hermione stormed outside, so that she would not have to be near Pansy for another second.

Cho's eyes were watering because she was near tears. "I'd like some vanilla ice cream, please," she managed to choke out.

Cho temporarily set her ice cream down and ran to the bathroom. Through the door came faint sobbing noises.

When all the girls returned to their tables – excluding Cho, who was in the bathroom – an old wizard with long white hair and half moon glasses had to suppress a chuckle as he finished the last bite of his pumpkin ice cream.