Chapter 1

Disclamier-Sadly I don't own any of this.

"Pull yourself together!"

"No…no….NO!" She breathed. "I can't do this! What if I fall? What if I get hit by a bludger?" She paused. Then with a lot more volume and much more dramatically she added. "What if I die!" She seemed to ponder the thought as Oliver Wood turned away from her and put his finger on his temples obviously frustrated. Given the chance, Angelina grabbed her water bottle from under the bench she was sitting on. With a hurried look and quick hands, she squirted some water onto her hand and patted her face to give the impression she was sweating. Oliver wheeled around with a new approach in mind.

"Angelina," He said calmly. "You'll be fine. I promise!"

"No I don't think I will." She shook her head side to side as her eyes landed on the floor.

"Yes you will." Wood said trying to comfort her.

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will."

"Will not!" Angelina said lifting her eyes to Wood.

"Will to!"

"Will not!"

"YES YOU WILL!" There was a pause. A long one…At this point Angelina lost it. She burst out laughing so hard she could barley breath. The spectators, consisting of Fred, George and Alicia, joined in on the hysterical laughter.

"You need to learn to calm down mate." George teased passing his stunned teammate his broom and continued out the door to the field

"Especially before a game. It's bad for you concentration." Alicia added following George's lead. Wood, obviously infuriated marched outside onto the pitch ready to start the game.

"Nice show." Fred commented as Angelina wiped the tears from her eyes caused by laughing so hard.

"Hey I can't take all the credit. It was your idea." She said modestly.

"Maybe. But even I, the great Fred Weasley, couldn't have made Oliver throw a hissy fit." Angelina chuckled.

A whistle blew from on the field as they set out ready to beat the stuffing out of Slytherin. Gryffindor hadn't beat Slytherin in a single game since Charlie graduated from Hogwarts so they weren't expecting much. Except Oliver of course, who was determined to beat Slytherin. Sadly one team member with determination isn't enough to win the Quidditch Cup though it'll get you close. The only hope the Gryffindors had was that this new Harry Potter kid was good enough to beat the Slytherins once and for all.

"Mount you brooms! On my whistle….3….2….1!"

"They're off!" Lee Jordon's voice boomed around the stadium. "As you all may have noticed, Gryffindor has a new seeker Harry Potter. Now we all know the story of how he beat the living daylights out of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. So I won't go into details of the idiotic, dumba-"

"Lee that's quiet enough!" Professor McGonagall said making Lee apologize and start commentating.

"That's Gryffindor with the quaffle. Johnson makes a smooth pass to Bell. Boy can that girl move! That's Bell with the quaffle, Johnson again then to Spinnet. She closes in on the goal post. She shoots…. misses!" Alicia swore under her breath and chased after the quaffle while many sighs came from the disappointed Gryffindor supporters.

The Slytherin Chaser, Flint, took the quaffle and headed by down to the other side of the pitch. What seemed like to be out of no where, a quaffle came pelting at the back of his head. "Ow, that had to hurt!" Lee called out rather cheerfully. Katie stifled a laugh that only Flint seemed to have heard. A frustrated Flint came flying out of the scoring area and straight at Katie Bell who had just thrown the quaffle to Angelina. Marcus caught up to Katie and rammed his elbow into her stomach, which sent her into a fit of coughing.

"Foul! Foul!" Lee screamed into the megaphone. "FOUL!" Madame Hooch's whistle once again flooded the stadium.

Angelina flew up to make the penalty shot. She tossed the quaffle in the air to herself and then faked a throw to the left goal post. The keeper dove towards that post at which time, Angelina throw the quaffle easily into the right one.

"Ten points to Gryffindor!"

Angelina let out a rather loud 'Yes!'

"Slytherin has possession, moving down the field. Ooh…Flint dodges a bludger. He shoots…" Lee held his breath along with most of the fans watching. "He scores" Added a disappointed Lee. "They must have cheated…"

"Lee Jordan one more time…"

"It was a joke professor. Just a joke."

The game stayed tied for quite a while. Just when you thought someone was going to score the opponent would swipe the ball away. It was getting very frustrating. You could definitely tell that with Slytherins were furious because they were playing very aggressive and had already knocked Alicia off her broom. Angelina let her eyes wander around the stadium as she and Katie flew down the field. George was on the opposite side of the field, bat in hand,Lee was at the top box commentating and then there was Fred. Fred was parallel to her. He wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his robe. He looked even cuter when he was tired Angelina thought. His bright blue eyes were moving across the Quidditch Pitch searching for a bludger. His eyes landed on Angelina.

"Angelina watch out!" He yelled as loud as he could. She turned and saw a bludger hurtling towards her. The bludger was moving extremely fast and straight at her head. At the last second she ducked making the bludger graze her hair.

"What are you trying to kill yourself?" Fred asked hitting the bludger over at Flint. Angelina smiled slightly and was going to reply but was scolded by Oliver.

"Get your head in the game! We haven't worked this hard and practiced so long so you two can have a cup of tea and chat about the world affairs! Get going!"

As the game ticked on Lee slowly stopped commentating for he was repeating the same things over and over. "Gryffindor with the possession…no now Slytherin…no Gryffindor." Most of the fans stopped cheering, voices sore and not energy left. The players dripping with sweat and quenched with thirst dragged on fighting as hard as they could. Then a miracle…

Madame Hooch's whistle could be heard throughout the stadium. "Gryffindor wins!" Yelled an elated Lee. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch! This is Lee Jordon signing off."

The whole team let out a sigh of relief. They had finally won, they did it with the help of Harry of course. They landed, there legs complete mush from sitting on a hard broom for an hour and a half.

Alicia, Katie and Angelina hugged Harry because of his excellent performance and letting the crap hit the fan. (A/N it's an expression).

"Sure the guy catches the snitch and you're all over him." Fred called out of Angelina. "But I save your life and I don't even get a thank you." She smiled and walked over to him.

"Thank you." She said hugging him. He grinned.

"No problem." He said modestly.

George called out over everyone's cheering and some booing from the infuriated Slytherin fans. "Party in the common room tonight!"

"I am so proud of both of you!" Oliver said squeezing between Angelina and Fred putting an arm around each of their shoulders. "You guys really pulled it together." Fred threw Oliver's arm off of his shoulders. Then he walked behind Angelina and Oliver and took his other arm off Angelina's shoulder and replaced it with his own.

"My Angie." He said. Angelina stomach lurched. Isn't he cute? She thought.

Angelina and Fred weren't a couple just really really good friends.

"Well excuse me." Oliver said walking over to George to congratulate him.

"You're so cute." Angelina said leaning her head his shoulder.

"Aren't I?"