Harry sighed as he glanced over at the teachers' table.
"Are you OK Harry? You look worried about something. Is there anything you're not telling us?" Hermione said.
"Yeah and if you're worried about us and the Ravenclaws tomorrow, we're going to flatten them and you know it! We haveMaria on our team!", Ron grinned atMaria Whiting and received one back, "and Wood was always saying in First Year that you were better than Charlie! You can't get much better than that, mate!" and with that statement, Ron skewered a huge roast potato and stuffed it into his mouth whole.
"Thanks, Ron. Though I don't think we've been training long enough I'll book another four hours tonight." That should distract him, thought Harry... And sure enough.
"Four? What do you mean four? We've had at least three every day whenever you can book the pitch! In a minute we'll be as good as Ireland!" Ron exclaimed. "Just on slower brooms," he added glumly. His tone of voice changed slightly, "Fred owled me to say that he and George are saving up for a Firebolt 2"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Listen, you two. There are more important things than Quidditch, you know." With that, she got about four or five glares from fellow Gryffindors.
Harry felt his heart sinking; they had this conversation about 6 times in the last couple of years.
"Like what?" Harry and Ron said in unision, somewhat in equally bored voices.
"Like NEWT revision."
"NEWT revision?" Ron said in disbelief, "The way she talks, you'd think they were a couple of months away" he said to Harry.
"Less than 41 weeks! You should have started revising a month ago if you'd thought about following my revision timetable!" She shrieked hysterically.
Harry sighed again, "So you keep telling us."
Ron grinned, "Counting down, Hermione?"
The corners of her lips twitched, and for a moment, Harry thought she was going to smile.
"Honestly! I'm going to the library." She said as she hurried out of the hall. Harry could've sworn that he heard her mutter boys under her breath.
"Probably to squeeze an extra 10 minutes before potions"
"Mmmh" Harry said gloomily. Potions.
"I'm glad she's not good at Quidditch or on the team. If she was good at Quidditch, she'd be good at everything. And if she was on the team, she'd probably resign so she could revise!" Ron said furiously.
Harry wasn't really convinced that he was made at Hermione. "I suppose so," he said, trying to sound interested. "Five minutes to potions," he said, checking his watch, "Guess we'd better be going"
They both slung their bags over their shoulders and headed towards the exit, where students were already crowding out of the Great Hall for lessons.
"I must ask Snape after potions!" he thought desperately, just as the door to the Potions corridor was in sight.