Bachelorette

Chapter 3

A good-night sleep just did the party-tired guys well. When the bell rang on the morning, almost half of the boys were already up. That did not include Harry.

He swore a long curse when he woke up and kicked Percy in the face by pure anger. Percy, who still had been asleep, woke up and screamed very loud.

"Sorry, Perce." Harry mumbled, but laughed in satisfaction inside.

He got a bit conciliated when he got down and saw that the breakfast was already on the table.

"Hi Harry!" Blaise beamed, and Harry noticed to his pleasure that some boys looked jealously at him.

Yes, one step in the right way to become something big and famous!

"Hello, Blaise, and hello you lot," he said, sounding very sophisticated he thought.

He sat down and loaded his plate with eggs and toasts.

After a nice meal, with Percy who made them moderately amused when he maintained them with his twenty top advices how to make a good minister of magic, McGonagall and Trelawney entered the room, and Trelawney told them to sit down in the sofas.

When they had sat down, McGonagall said with ominous voice:

"Today, you'll face a particular difficult task."

"Oh no.." Neville and Dudley groaned in chorus.

Harry felt a lump in his stomach, and glanced at Blaise, who looked very calm down with a sadistic smile on his face.

"But someone has to leave us first..." McGonagall continued.

"I'm sorry to say this, but Ernie Macmillan, you're out. And may I say, Hermione suggested that you should think about changing your hair colour, than you can get back to her."

Ernie twisted his thumb around one of his light orange curlies and said:

"No way man, I just signed up for Justin, he wanted a friend with him."

"Well, away we go, Ernie. Come on," said Trelawney friendly and she and Ernie disappeared through a door.

"And now to the task, follow me everybody." They went through some rooms until they came till the hall, and McGonagall told them to take on their shoes.

"Nice, this is the first time on three days we get to go out," said Wood contemplatively.

"Yeah, that's true. Why haven't you let us out before?" snorted Draco.

"No doors has been locked, as I know," said McGonagall coldly.

"Sure they have, don't you think we.."

"I said: No doors have been locked," McGonagall said, sounding irritated.

Harry and Blaise giggled when they saw Dracos surprised face expression.

"Rough night, professor?" said Blaise understanding.

"Actually, Zabini, yes. I've been up almost all night, and I have still loads to do, so I'm in a quite hurry. Please speed up."

They walked fast through Seamus enormous garden (Harry noticed many ugly sofas next to their huge collection of roses, really, what was it with the Finnigans and sofas?) and didn't stop until they got to an open field.

"If about five minutes, Hermione and some veelas will enter this field. Your task is to resist the veelas, and go to Hermione. Those who go to the veelas, and I guess that will be at least half of the crowd, are disqualified."

"What? But...Then it might be over today, you told us that this was going on for twenty days, that one would be ditched per day, and now has already both Snape and Krum got out without getting ditched. Not that I complain though.." said Justin Finch-Fletchley.

"Why are you questioning it? It's the same initial position for everybody. You have as much chance as anyone to get Hermione."

"But I don't want Hermione, I just want a place to live at for as long as possible, man, you don't know how strict my parents have become."

"Really, is there not at least one person here who signed up for Hermione?" said Harry angrily. He himself hadn't, he was just there to keep Ron company, but that didn't mean that he didn't felt insulted for Hermione's sake.

"No, Potter. Haven't you got that in you twisted brain yet? We just want the money," said Draco slowly, as if he was talking to a three-year old.

"You idiot..you stupid..aaah.." Harry didn't know what to say, he had to many things he wanted to shout out at the exactly same time.

"Take it easy, Potthead. Remember to breath between the sentence and take one word at the time."

"Malfoy and Potthead..eeer..Potter, will you two be quiet," said McGonagall strictly, but blushed a bit.

A sudden noise got them all to turn their heads around and look into the forest. Long, thin beautiful girls with long shimmering blonde hair where dancing against them. A bit after them came a shorter and brown haired figure - Hermione.

"Oh, here they come. Now remember, when the veelas start to sing and show off, then you start to move and may decide whom you want to go to, Hermione or the veelas. Good luck boys," said McGonagall and left them.

When the veelas were about ten metres from them, they started to sing.

It was wonderful, fabulous!

Harry yelled some sort of beast-noise and tried to run to them.

But...What?

He was stuck.

"Harry, you're so weak. You have to fight them," Blaise hissed. He held a firm grip of Harrys shirt and looked angry at him.

"Let... go..!" Harry shouted and tried to hit him, "I have to go to them before the others does, I have to show them my skills."

"You don't have any skills, drop it. You know that they won't care about you as soon as you come to them. Please, follow me to Hermione, otherwise you'll get disqualified and we can't change body. Harry please, it's not worth it."

"Nooo! I have to go to them, they're calling for me." Harry punched Blaise hard on the nose, and Blaise roared and let go a bit of his grip. Harry took his chance and ran as fast as he could in the veelas direction.

He was almost there when Blaise caught him again.

"Lucky me that you're so slow," he said, grinning, with nose blood flowing all over his white t-shirt.

Harry looked longing on the veelas, where some of the boys already stood and tried to tense their muscles.

I have to fight them, he thought. Otherwise, he would lose against Draco and he wouldn't be able to change body with Blaise.

"Grab my hand and run at Hermione with me, I'll try to follow you," he said to Blaise.

"Absolutely Harry!" Blaise beamed and took his hand. Harry looked down on it and tried to look on it for the whole time and ignore the veelas.

Blaise' hands was everything but boring to look at, Harry had already noticed how beautiful they were, but not how shiny his nails were, how white and transparent his skin was, and how blue his veins was. He completely forgot about the veelas and looked amused at Blaise' hand, he didn't even notice when they stopped as they came to Hermione, and Draco insulted him and told him that if it wasn't for Blaise, he'd been out now.

"It's over!" He heard a distant voice sigh happily.

Harry looked up slowly, and found himself standing in the middle of a crowd with Hermione, Blaise, Draco, Percy, Seamus, Cedric Diggory and Neville.

"What..?"

"Damn!"

Harry turned around and looked at Dean, who had pronounced the curse. He stood where the veelas had been before. Had been... Where were they now?

As if McGonagall, who had come back to see what had happened, had read his mind she said:

"The veelas disappeared when I said it was over, but I know who went to them instead of Hermione. Dudley Dursley, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Colin Creevey, Roger Davies, Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood and Dean Thomas, you're out!"

"Ah, what's the big deal? There's no use living here anyway, when there's no veelas around." Said Justin.

"Yeah, exactly. Anyone who feels like go with me on a journey and look for veelas instead of being here?" said Roger Davies.

Everybody who was disqualified wanted to. they returned to the castle, the boys packed their bags and began their long and interesting journey after veelas.

But that's another story.

Back to Harry and the guys.

It was time for lunch, and Dobby and his little crew came on a row with bowls in their small hands, loaded with delicious food.

Harry had just started to put some potatoes on his plate when Draco attacked him.

"Potter, you should be out to, you wouldn't have cleared the veelas without Zabini here, just so you know. You even suck more than Longbottom."

"Yeah, and I guess that the reason you didn't go to them is because you're gay and there weren't any male veelas," said Harry, and both Neville and Blaise laughed.

Draco looked coldly at him with his pale grey eyes and said:

"No, Potthead. The reason is that I'm part veela, haven't you figured that out? I mean, you must have wondered where my unnatural good look came from."

He had actually right, Harry and Ron had many times asked themselves how Draco could look so good, but he did not intend to tell him that.

"That's good for you Malfoy, but I still think you're gay."

"You're so stupid, do you know that? We who're part veelas don't fall for other veelas, like fools like you do. That doesn't mean I'm gay."

"That's true," said Blaise dreamily, they couldn't figure out if he was talking to them or to his head, but Harry took his chance.

"Of course it's true, I have always known that Malfoy has a thing for boys, I..."

"Not that." Said Blaise irritated, the he continued:

"The thing about Longbottom. Neville, how could you resist the veelas?"

"Well, I..." Neville began, but got interrupted by Percy.

"There's a time and a place for everything, but this is not the time and definitely the place for Neville telling us that. I have a announcement to make. I have been sitting here for the whole lunch and counted, and I have now come to the conclusion that there are enough beds so we all can have one each," he said very pompously.

"YES!" Harry shouted.

"Please, I counted that out hours ago," said Blaise.

"Yeah, me too. Why are you two so stupid? Potter? Weasel?" said Malfoy grinning.

"I don't have to be bright, I'm not in Ravenclaw," said Harry angrily, and carried on:

"We Gryffindors are more well known for our braveness then our brains, but you don't have anything of that, do you, amazing bouncing ferret?"

"I'm smarter than you are for your information. Anyway, how's going with your role-play story?"

"Very good indeed," said Harry, but changed subject very fast.

"Seamus, and Percy. How could you resist the veelas?"

"Easy mate, I just put myself in direction at Hermione, then I closed my eyes and covered my ears and ran till I fell over her." Said Seamus proudly.

"You Gryffindors really are a bunch of idiots, man I've never been prouder to be a Slytherin," said Draco.

"I'm bound to agree," said Blaise.

Harry looked angrily and hurt at him.

"I'm sorry Harry, of course I don't mean you, but the Gryffindors are almost as stupid as the Hufflepuffs."

Everybody looked around to see if there were any Hufflepuffs there who might got offended, and their eyes stayed at Cedric.

"Can't argue with you that" he said happily, "we are indeed stupid gits."

The others looked surprised at each other, shake their heads and rolled their eyes. Cedric, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice it. Stupid git.

"So, we're just free now till tomorrow?" Neville asked, probably to end the silence.

"Yeah, I guess.." said Harry, a bit more sure then he sounded.

"And tonight, we'll have a party again! Right?" said Blaise and blinked at Harry who immediately shone up.

"That's okay by me, Roger Davies isn't here so nothing will happen," said Cedric and blushed.

Harry looked disgusted away.

The day went on, and Harry had huge problems with trying to hide from Percy, who insisted that they just had to play some non-wizarding chess or read in Percy's fat book about the ministry of magic, he was really addicted to it.

When it was time for dinner and the house elves came, Blaise and Harry told them whispering that they needed around twenty bottles of buttebeer and perhaps ten bottles of fire whisky? The houseelves where just delighted to help them, and ran into the kitchen to get everything.

At the dinner, they lurked some firewhisky into Percy's food, and after some chews, he wasn't the ordinary strict Percy, oh no, he took off his shirt and started to sing a song about chocolate frogs. After a swig butterbeer with extra firewhisky, Draco fell into the song.

When they were going to lurk some alcohol into the others, they discovered that after just one butterbeer with no firewhisky, Cedric got disabled drunk and passed of in the closest sofa, and there he lied the whole night to the others disappointning, it was a reputation about him who said that he was real funny when he was drunk.

Seamus refused to drink, "I have already been drunk in this house, I don't want to be it again, I have to watch our sofas."

"Okay..." said Harry with a voice and an expression who said: "Please, if I were you I had done anything to get rid of those ugly things."

But, he was a good boy, so of course he didn't say that. Although, sometimes the silence says more than a thousand words.

Neville on the other hand, drank gladly everything they offered to him and soon he, Percy and Draco stood on the table, Draco teaching the others the U-G-L-Y dance.

Blaise, who didn't had to sleep, could drink as much as he wanted, but Harry, who had to be sober so he could stay up the next night, sat and muttered sulky in a sofa.

"Come up here and dance with us, Harry!" beamed Percy, and hugged Draco long and hard.

"NO!" Harry yelled.

"Potter, why always so cranky? Hey, can't you tell us about all the times you have faced Voldemort? I've always wanted to know, but I'm to proud to ask," said Draco.

"Yes! Come on everybody, a cosy story telling moment in Harry's sofa!" Neville shouted and threw himself down in it.

But Harry who, as you know, weren't drunk at all rised and walked away with angry steps to Blaise.

"Can't we do anything? Everything is so boring.."

"Yeah, well...you could start writing on your role-play story.."

"I guess so...Well, see you tomorrow, Blaise."

When the others saw that he were leaving they ran up to him to say bye.

"Goodnight, pumpkin," said Draco with tenderly mother-voice and patted him on the head.

Harry smiled corn fully, then went to bed.

Ah, it was really comfortable to have his own bedroom, knowing that when he fell asleep he wouldn't wake up by Percy's shouting in his ears.

He sat down by the desk and took up a piece of parchment.

He started to write, and suddenly it all went very simply. After two hours he was almost done, but by that time he really felt that he had to sleep, and put it away.