Diclaimer:- All characters are property of J K Rowling, and I am just
playing with them. Making no money from this, just a bit of fun! Any
resemblance of this story to anything already published is purely
coincidental and I haven't read it! Please note that the games mentioned-
Mousetrap, Trivial Pursuits, Twister and Monopoly are also owned by someone
other than myself.
My answer to WIKTT Fun and Games challenge. COMPLETE. For full challenge rules go to the WIKTT group on Yahoo. This is my second fan fic and my first attempt at a challenge. It's also the first time I've used chapters, and this should be a bit less depressing than my last story! Still can't figure out how to format properly, so I hope this is easy to follow, and I apologize in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors (my friend has my HP books, I don't think I have spelt kneazel correctly and my computer doesn't seem to know how to spell it either!)
Other disclaimers : 1. I do not know how old Dumbledore is 2. I do not know which house Padma Patil is in 3. I know I have spelt McMillan wrong
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Welcome to the House of Fun
Chapter 1- Dressed to Impress
Hermione Granger woke bright and early on Saturday morning. She stretched luxuriously in her king size Head Girl's bed and listened to the birds she could hear singing outside her window.
She had had another dream last night, but far from the nightmares she knew Harry had been tortured with throughout the fifth and sixth year, her dream had been wonderful. It had involved one very nasty-but-sexy potions Professor, and they had been doing some very interesting things with a can of whipped cream. She frowned slightly. At the end her dream had frustratingly mutated itself, (the way all dreams have the annoying habit of doing) into one where she was standing in the Great Hall in her Pajamas with Ron singing Christmas carols- but then you couldn't have it all!
The warm April sunshine filtered through the half drawn curtains of her windows and fell in golden stripes across the floor. Crookshanks, her familiar, lay curled neatly on top of the crumpled school robes she had relegated to her bedroom floor yesterday evening. Looking for all the world like a peacefully sleeping cat Hermione could tell that the kneazle was actually awake and biding his time. If she attempted to extricate the robes he would turn into a hissing, spitting ball of fur- it was their very own morning ritual. Good job it was Saturday and she didn't have to wear them!
She climbed reluctantly out of bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. As she stepped into the shower she smiled, pity she didn't really have to wash off left over whipped cream she thought as she massaged shampoo into her long chestnut curls.
Back in her room she dressed quickly in a t-shirt and jeans, then changed her mind as she thought about her days activities. She had a meeting this morning with some other prefects and Professor Snape to discuss the plans for Dumbledore's surprise 160th birthday party. Pulling of her jeans she fished a knee length black skirt out of her trunk and hit it with a quick ironing spell. The t-shirt went too, replaced with a red velvet vest top that Ginny had told her looked really good on her (and showed off a bit of cleavage). She pulled on a pair of knee length socks, then changed her mind yet again and swapped them for sheer black hold-up stockings.
Feeling ready to face anything she opened her door and stepped into the hallway. Before she knew it she was back in her room. Merlin's Balls it was FREEZING out there! She thought she had better put on a jumper, and maybe a cardigan too- and whilst she was at it she'd put another pair of stockings on. You really couldn't tell she was wearing two pairs and it was bloody freezing today. She shrugged into the cardigan and looked again at her reflection in the mirror. Hmm- a bit bulkier than she would have liked, but the practical side of her brain screamed that she wouldn't attract a certain Professor if she showed up looking bluer than a Dreamless Sleep potion and half frozen to death, and she could always take some of it off when she warmed up.
She grabbed her bag from the foot of the bed and left.
My answer to WIKTT Fun and Games challenge. COMPLETE. For full challenge rules go to the WIKTT group on Yahoo. This is my second fan fic and my first attempt at a challenge. It's also the first time I've used chapters, and this should be a bit less depressing than my last story! Still can't figure out how to format properly, so I hope this is easy to follow, and I apologize in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors (my friend has my HP books, I don't think I have spelt kneazel correctly and my computer doesn't seem to know how to spell it either!)
Other disclaimers : 1. I do not know how old Dumbledore is 2. I do not know which house Padma Patil is in 3. I know I have spelt McMillan wrong
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Welcome to the House of Fun
Chapter 1- Dressed to Impress
Hermione Granger woke bright and early on Saturday morning. She stretched luxuriously in her king size Head Girl's bed and listened to the birds she could hear singing outside her window.
She had had another dream last night, but far from the nightmares she knew Harry had been tortured with throughout the fifth and sixth year, her dream had been wonderful. It had involved one very nasty-but-sexy potions Professor, and they had been doing some very interesting things with a can of whipped cream. She frowned slightly. At the end her dream had frustratingly mutated itself, (the way all dreams have the annoying habit of doing) into one where she was standing in the Great Hall in her Pajamas with Ron singing Christmas carols- but then you couldn't have it all!
The warm April sunshine filtered through the half drawn curtains of her windows and fell in golden stripes across the floor. Crookshanks, her familiar, lay curled neatly on top of the crumpled school robes she had relegated to her bedroom floor yesterday evening. Looking for all the world like a peacefully sleeping cat Hermione could tell that the kneazle was actually awake and biding his time. If she attempted to extricate the robes he would turn into a hissing, spitting ball of fur- it was their very own morning ritual. Good job it was Saturday and she didn't have to wear them!
She climbed reluctantly out of bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. As she stepped into the shower she smiled, pity she didn't really have to wash off left over whipped cream she thought as she massaged shampoo into her long chestnut curls.
Back in her room she dressed quickly in a t-shirt and jeans, then changed her mind as she thought about her days activities. She had a meeting this morning with some other prefects and Professor Snape to discuss the plans for Dumbledore's surprise 160th birthday party. Pulling of her jeans she fished a knee length black skirt out of her trunk and hit it with a quick ironing spell. The t-shirt went too, replaced with a red velvet vest top that Ginny had told her looked really good on her (and showed off a bit of cleavage). She pulled on a pair of knee length socks, then changed her mind yet again and swapped them for sheer black hold-up stockings.
Feeling ready to face anything she opened her door and stepped into the hallway. Before she knew it she was back in her room. Merlin's Balls it was FREEZING out there! She thought she had better put on a jumper, and maybe a cardigan too- and whilst she was at it she'd put another pair of stockings on. You really couldn't tell she was wearing two pairs and it was bloody freezing today. She shrugged into the cardigan and looked again at her reflection in the mirror. Hmm- a bit bulkier than she would have liked, but the practical side of her brain screamed that she wouldn't attract a certain Professor if she showed up looking bluer than a Dreamless Sleep potion and half frozen to death, and she could always take some of it off when she warmed up.
She grabbed her bag from the foot of the bed and left.