A cool breeze swept through the Quidditch Field, tossing her wavy locks and making her teeth chatter. Hermione tightened the Gryffindor scarf that hung loosely at her neck and looked out to the far side of the pitch, where the last Gryffindor chaser landed lightly. The frosty grass crunched under her feet as she strolled over to Katie Bell, noting to herself that Harry had once again left his gloves behind. She sighed and grabbed them, shaking the water droplets from their leather surface.

"Hey, Hermione!" Katie called out as she jogged over, her scarlet Quidditch robes billowing behind her as she went. "Hey," she replied casually, "its pretty cold today, isn't it?" Katie heaved a sigh and pulled her robes more tightly around her. "Yeah, I know. Why Harry makes us train in weather like this, I'll never know."

Hermione smiled. "Well, you know how much of a 'serious business' Quidditch is to him. I'll never quite understand it myself."

Katie grinned and swung her broomstick over her shoulder. "I'm gonna head into the castle, you coming?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nah, I've got to give these to Harry." She responded, indicating to the Quidditch gloves she held in her hand.

"Oh. Left them behind again did he?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded.

"I'll come with. I've got to pickup some stuff anyway."

As they made their way over to the change rooms, excited murmurs and whisperings could be heard. Katie looked at Hermione and raised her eyebrows. Hermione backed up and raised her hands, refusing. "No. No way am I eavesdropping on their conversation!" Katie grinned and after a moment or two both of them rushed up to the door and pressed their ears against the grainy wood.

"Not that I like to admit this, but… I'm so jealous," came Ron's voice.

"Well you should be!" That was Coote.

"It's just so big!"

Hermione and Katie looked at each other, a blush creeping across each of their faces.

"Well what about mine?" Harry's voice joined the conversation.

"Whoa."

"Can I touch it, Harry?"

"Well, I think mine's still superior."

"RON! Play with your own!"

Hermione bit her lip hard, her face now as red as a tomato. Katie stifled a giggle.

"But yours is so much better…"

"How fast do you go, Harry?"

"Yeah, I bet you could stay up forever."

"Yep. I'm the fastest one there ever was!"

"You may be, but mine looks so much better."

"Well, there is only one way to figure this out. We'll ask the girls."

THUD

Ron and Harry followed Coote out, but collided with each other painfully as Coote suddenly stopped.

"What is it?" Harry muttered angrily, rubbing the growing bump on his forehead.

"I think they're dead."

There on the floor was Hermione and Katie, completely unconscious. Coote started jabbing Hermione in the side with his foot.

"Hey, stop that!" growled Harry, shooting Coote a death glare.

"Dammit!" cursed Ron. "Now we'll never know whose broom is the best!"

--end—

LOL! I had such fun writing this! Anyway, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me.