This takes place at the final Quidditch match in fifth year.

-xox-

It was the first day of Easter holidays and Hermione, as was custom, had spent a large part of the day drawing up revision timetables for the three of them. Harry and Ron let her do it; it was easier than arguing with her and, in any case, they might come in useful.

Ron had been startled to discover there were only six weeks left until their exams.

'How can that come as a shock?' Hermione demanded, as she tapped each little square on Ron's timetable with her wand so that it flashed a different colour according to its subject.

'I dunno,' said Ron, 'there's been a lot going on.'

'Well, there you are,' she said, handing him his timetable, 'if you follow that you should do fine.'

Ron looked down at it gloomily, but then brightened.

'You've given me a night off every week!'

'That's for Quidditch practice,' said Hermione.

The smile faded from Ron's face.

'What's the point?' he said dully. 'We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year as Dad's got of becoming Minister for Magic.'

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Harry gripped the edge of his seat nervously. It was the final Quidditch match of the season and Slytherin was beating Gryffindor 50-10.

He groaned as Slytherin made another goal. Wishing very much that he was playing instead of watching, he looked to Ron, who looked like he was about to be sick.

Just then Malfoy flew past him pointing to his Weasley is our King badge. Harry felt his stomach twist uncomfortably, and felt very sorry for Ron.

If only he was playing. He would have caught the snitch already.

He heard Hermione gasp beside him. Looking around, he saw that Malfoy had gone into a dive, Ginny right on his tail.

The seconds seemed agonizing to Harry. He would have been there by now. Ginny though, was gaining on him.

They were neck and neck. Outstretching her hand, Ginny grabbed the snitch.

The Gryffindors roared with cheers, stamping and screaming. The majority of them had stood up.

Harry saw Malfoy fly to the ground and kick the grass dejectedly. He was so happy! They had won!

He hugged Hermione, a huge smile on his face and went to see Ron and Ginny.

-xox-

The resulting party was like none anyone had ever seen. The Weasley twins had nicked food and drink from the kitchens, and brought down some of their joke shop merchandise.

Music was blaring, people were dancing and chatting happily, and nobody seemed to see the common room door open.

That is, until a small House Elf walked up to Ron, a small mobile phone on a pillow he was carrying in one hand over his head, and tapped him in the leg.

'Mr. Weasley? A Mr. Weasley on the phone for you.'

Ron took the phone curiously.

'Hello?' He asked tentatively. 'Yeah, uh huh. Oh really? That's great Dad! Okay, here's Gin,' Ron passed the phone to his sister.

'Hello? Hi Dad, what's going on?' She said into the mouth peace. 'Oh my goodness! Are you serious? Oh, I can't believe it! Yes, I love you too, bye Dad!'

And she hung up the phone.

The crowd looked at the two Weasleys curiously.

'Well I'll be damned!' said Ron. 'Dad's been promoted! He's been made Minister for Magic!'