The Apple or the Pineapple... You Decide

The Apple or the Pineapple... You Decide

One morning after his shower, Harry Potter looked into the mirror and wondered out loud, "What kind of fruit does my face look more like?" After staring at his face in the mirror for a little while, he narrowed his decisions down to two fruits: an apple or a pineapple.

He thought his face looked like a pineapple because he had a long face and he had frizzy and messy hair like the screwed up leaves on the top of a pineapple. He thought his head looked like an apple because his face was quite red and puffy with sunburn from his vacation on a Muggle cruise to a place called "the Bahamas," where he had went with the Weasleys before the school year at Hogwarts had begun.

A little while later, Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. There he met up with his three closest friends Ron, Hermione, and Cecilia (a transfer student from a wizarding school in Albany, New York, who preferred to be called Cecei) at the end of the Gryffindor table. As he sat down the food appeared and he was greeted with a "good morning" from Cecilia and Hermione and a grunt from Ron who was already eating a piece of buttered toast - or, rather, shoving a mound of butter down his throat with a small piece of toast underneath down his throat.

"What type of fruit do you think my head looks more like?" Harry asked his friends.

"Well, I think that your head looks like... um... let's see... well, uhhh... a grape, I would have to say," said Cecei.

"What do you think, Hermy?" Harry asked.

"Well, personally, I think that your head looks like a peach - very cute and rosy, but sometimes stiff," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Harry sighed. For all of four of them it was there seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione had been going out together since the beginning of the school year. Cecei was with Seamus Finnigan and Ron... he was just... well... Ron.

For some reason Harry's mind was set on what his face looked like now he had four fruits to choose from. Maybe he should take a poll of what some of the other students thought... Well, no more time to think about it. It was time for Double Potions classes with the one and only - dun, dun, dun - Professor Snape.

"Oh great," Harry mumbled to himself as he walked with his friends towards the dungeons. "Another great morning starting out with Malfoy and Snape." They were the two people at Hogwarts whom he truly wished would turn into fruits.

Harry trudged down the stairs to the dungeons with a horrific expression on his face. Malfoy was standing right outside Snape's door. Hermione and Cecei gasped and Ron shivered.

...Malfoy had gotten a mohawk.

"AHHHHHHH!" Hermione screamed. It was utterly horrifying. Ron and Harry were just standing there open-mouthed, with extremely repulsed looks on their faces like they had smelled a vulgar odor.

"What are you staring at, Potter?" Malfoy snapped. "Looks like you've tasted Mudblood's cooking." Harry just kept that look on his face as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle trailing him, turned and went into the classroom.

"This is going to be an interesting year," Harry said, coming out of the daze.