A/n: Thanks for all of the reviews and encouragement guys! Here's another chapter for you.

Amelie

By the next day though, I'm not feeling so confident. And that may have something to do with the fact that I ran into Klause McLaggen this morning.

'Perry!' He called when I exited the Great Hall. He waved me down, his seeker, Rhet Davies, following behind. 'I hear you've selected your quidditch team. And that it's all girls.'

'And, McLaggen?' I asked.

'Well – you can't be serious!' He said. 'You could at least throw Carter into the mix, he's quite talented.'

'And none of us girls are?' I replied, feeling as though I'd had this conversation before, and it was getting on my nerves. 'Listen McLaggen. We're just as good as you – likely even better than your Puffs – so leave my girls alone.'

'I'm just telling you, Perry, your team isn't going to hold if you don't get some proper players.' He glared at me, and then nodded at Davies. They continued into the Hall, leaving me fuming in their wake.

Which leads me to now, sitting in Potions class, with McLaggens words running through my head.

I sigh loudly and Nell sends me a quizzical look. I shake my head and return to the task at hand: copying the directions for the Pepper Up Potion, noticing that my desk mate has already begun hers. I become distracted again though, watching as my seeker (bloody brilliant girl she is, taking the Advanced course in her sixth year) makes her way to the supply cabinet. She is quite tall, but she's going for an ingredient on the top shelf and can't reach it. She stretches, and the hem of her shirt slips out of her skirt, exposing the pale skin of her wait.

Don't think of me to be a creep, peeking at one of the girls on my team, because it's not the skin that has me distracted, it's the reactions of the boys near her. Four of them gape openly at her, and at least three others steal secretive glances.

It's at this moment that I realise how the Ravenclaw quidditch team can get a leg up on the other teams.

Rose

Sex Appeal.

Two words are written on the chalkboard beside Amelie's four-poster. These words make me question what goes on my captain's head.

'What?' Asks Affey.

'Eloquently put, Mariah.' Amelie says, clapping her hands, grinning widely. 'What indeed? During Potions today I had a revelation – thanks to Rose.'

'Me?' I squeak. What does sex appeal have to do with me? 'What are you on about?'

'Boys, Rose, are attracted to you.' She replies and I splutter. 'Come now! Don't tell me that you hadn't noticed! You're a very pretty thing, but you hide under baggy robes. Oh, how the boys would be distracted if you showed off your figure more. All of you!' She underlines the two words passionately on the board, her chalk shattering into several pieces.

'Bloody hell, Amelie,' Ruth says. 'Is this what you were giggling about all afternoon? I thought that it would be something good.'

'This is good! This is brilliant! The other teams will be too busy chasing after us to focus properly on quidditch. And then, when they all fancy us wildly, there will be so much fighting amongst themselves that they won't be able to cooperate on the pitch!' Our captain claps her hands again, then develops a pensive look. 'It is fortunate that you're all already quite pretty, but we still have to find someone who can accent your beauty in the right way. We don't want the boys to think of us as tramps. We need someone who can deal with makeup and clothes and stubborn girls without tiring.'

'I know someone who might help us.' I speak up.

In ten minutes, my cousin Dominique is sitting on Amelie's four-poster, ankles crossed and eyebrows raised.

'In short, you want makeovers?' She asks, pushing a loose strand of her silvery hair behind her ear.

Amelie pulls a face. 'Not a... makeover, per say – more like a change. In looks. And ability to attract boys. Especially quidditch boys.'

Dom rolls her eyes and nods once. 'Alright. On one condition.'

'We'll hear it.'

'Erm-' Dom flushes the trademark, vibrant, Weasley red, a look that she does not wear well. 'Put in a good word about me to Eli.'

'Eli Thomas?' Amelie asks, eyes and smile wide. 'As in resident Ravenclaw and Head Boy? Surely you, Miss veela, can catch that lovely piece of man without our help. Besides, you spend enough time together for Heads business, don't you?'

'Well, yes – but I hope that you don't take me as the type to flirt instead of get work done. We have a lot to plan: Halloween, Christmas – and all of the bloody Hogsmead trips!' She covers her rapidly reddening face. 'And, honestly, he doesn't seem particularly interested in me.'

'We'll help you, Dom.' I jump in, removing her hands. 'As long as we get equal compensation.'

She brightens instantly. 'Of course! You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment, Rosie! You could be so beautiful, if you would simply embrace your femininity!'

If I had any sense, I would get out of there. Fast.

Dominique

Absolutely brilliant.

Yep, that's me, Dominique Weasley, miracle worker.

Rose pulls sourly at her skirt, but has stopped trying to remove it, so I think that the short length of it is beginning to grow on her. She stands in front of the mirror, beside her teammates, all of them looking significantly more female than an hour ago. She brushes a hand through her now tamed reddy curls, worrying her lip. For the first time since she began to develop into a woman, she is wearing a shirt and skirt that accent her curves instead of hide them, and from the way she's trying to pull her skirt lower down her legs, I can tell that she isn't particularly happy about it.

'Buck up, Rose.' Her captain says, looking equally unhappy about the short skirts. 'It leads to the Quidditch Cup.' This girl's previously frizzy, dark brown hair is now shiny and wavy, crawling down her back.

'How will James take you fraternizing with another House, Dominique?' Rose's friend, Coraline asks, flipping her sheet of blonde hair over her shoulder. I grin, she seems the most happy about the transformation from average to amazing. Her thin legs benefit from the skirt and her soft, blue eyes are accented by my muggle makeup.

'James isn't finding out about this, got it? If he knew that I was helping you girls, he'd have a cow.' I say.

The youngest on the team bursts out laughing suddenly, brown curls flying as she throws her head back. 'Sorry,' She apologizes after she regains her breath. 'I just had this horrific mental image of the Gryffindor boys made up like us.'

This, of course, sets us all off.

'How silly James would look in a skirt!' Rose giggles, then sobers suddenly. 'What a brilliant idea!'

'Rose! What a devious mind you have! Perhaps you ought to have been a Slytherin, and not a Ravenclaw!' Ida says, green eyes filled with tears of laughter. She pushes her dark hair out of her face before breaking down into giggles again.

'I could pull off green and silver, couldn't I?' My cousin asks. 'But then I would have to be friends with those annoying Slytherin girls, wouldn't I?'

'Yes, and we all know how much you hate them.' Ida replies.

After we've all sobered a little, Amelie turns to me.

'Thanks for your help, Dominique – or I guess I should go back to Weasley, shouldn't I? Anyways, I'll have a little chat with Eli later, as you asked.'

'Anything for my favourite cousin.' I reply, ruffling Rose's hair. 'If you ever need any more help, don't hesitate!'

I gather my book bag and head for the door, saying more goodbyes. Sneaking down the staircase, I hope to exit without being noticed, but I'm not so lucky.

'Dominique?' someone calls out just before I reach the portrait. I turn around to see a pair of brilliant blue eyes looking down at me from beneath a messy head of dark hair. 'What are you doing here?'

My mind draws a blank. What was I doing here?

Honestly, sometimes I wonder if he's the veela and I'm the weak mind he uses his power on.

'I was, uh, helping Rose with... with stuff...' I manage.

'Um. Alright.' He says. 'Are we still on for tomorrow night? At the library? I have some more ideas for Halloween.'

'Oh, yes. Yes, of course.' I bite my tongue. 'Library.'

'Good. Well, I'll see you then.' He pushes around me to the portrait and I reply, feebly:

'Bye Eli.'

I stand there for a full minute before I realise that I was leaving too.

Amelie

'Alright.' Nell asks once Dominique has left. 'Where do we go from here?'

Mmm. I hadn't planned that far ahead.

'I guess we should see how it goes tomorrow and at practice we can discuss how well the boys react.' I say, biting my lip.

'You guess?' Nell asks twisting a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers.

'I haven't worked out what we're doing from here on, alright?' I defend my plan. 'This is all for tonight, girls. Get some sleep and get gorgeous tomorrow morning. We've got some guys to screw with.'

As the younger girls file out, all inspecting the different make up items they'd received from Dominique, Ruth collapses onto her bed, her wavy, black hair fanning out around her head.

'I'm not screwing anyone, Amelie.' She says, pulling off her skirt. 'Not even for the Quidditch Cup.'

'I didn't mean that literally, just screwing with their heads.' I reply. 'In fact, we could get them all hot and flustered, and then they'll be too concentrated on their personal needs to pay attention to quidditch!'

'I may have, a long time ago, mentioned that I wanted to know what goes on inside your head, Amelie.' Nell mumbles, slipping into bed. 'But I take that back.'

I scowl at her. My head is awesome.

When we wake the next morning, the other girls are regretting the decision to change, but I force them into their – terribly – short skirts and down the staircase. Luthe meets us in the common room, a smirk present on his face. I elbow him when I notice that his gaze rests on Nell's bum for a moment too long.

'As much as I love your tactics – I'm glad that I didn't try out for the team.' He says. 'I don't look nearly as smashing as you girls do in a skirt.'

'Perhaps we can get Rose to put you in one as well as her cousins.' Nell grumbles, trying to pull down her skirt. 'We could all use a laugh.'

'You've got Rose Weasley in on your scheme as well?' Luthe looks simply too happy. 'She's got some nice legs, that one.' He dodges my book bag. 'When do I get to see the rest of your team?'

'Breakfast is the grand unveiling – but you won't be doing any ogling. I'm appointing you chief of security for our quidditch team, and you have to promise me that none of my girls get hurt.' I tell him as we descend the marble staircase. Ahead of us I can see Mariah entering the Great Hall, already attracting the attention of several boys.

'Aye, for you, love.' He says, bumping hips with me.

We enter the Hall and I avoid looking around. Luthe does that for me.

He whistles. 'Ok, four guys on Ruth, six on Nell and seven on you. The seven blokes from the Gryffindor team, to be exact.'

'Oi! I only have four?' Ruth asks loudly, startling some first years, who scatter instantly. She grins and slips into their seats. 'Ah, I have muffins. Muffins love me.'

'Potter does not happy.' Luthe informs me, ignoring Ruth as she puts a selection of muffins on her plate. 'Oh, he's not paying attention anymore–' He whistles again. 'He is really not happy.'

I finally give into my curiosity and turn to look at the Gryffindor table.

'Wow,' Nell is laughing. 'I've never seen Potter go so red!'

And Potter does look red. Like red red. And then I see what he finds so horrible.

A/n: Next - what has James Potter so angry?