All characters belong to JK Rowling, of course.

Just a fanfic I wrote because I felt like it. Hope you like it! ^_^!



For Ever

Chapter One

"You know perfectly well what you're doing! You've done it before and you're doing it again," shouted Ron from across the Gryffindor common room.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" shrieked Hermione from the other side of the room. "You're just being stupid, Ron. As if I would ever do something like that!"

"Oh yeah? What about Krum? You're obsessed with making friends with.with the enemy!" Ron shouted back.

"How dare you say something like that?! You know I hate Malfoy as much as you and Harry do! And what was wrong with Krum? He wasn't an enemy and you're the one who got his autograph!" said Hermione furiously.

"Alright, alright, break it up guys. Give it a rest," said Harry exasperatedly, putting down 'Flying with the Canons', and old Christmas present from Ron.

"Well she's the one getting friendly with that slime ball Malfoy," said Ron.

"Look, all I did was pick up his Transfiguration book he dropped coming out of class. He would have needed it to do the homework for tomorrow," said Hermione, glaring at Ron.

"Oh, so now you're looking after your little, precious Malfoy so her won't get in trouble with McGonagall, are you?" Ron said contemptuously.

"Ok, if you two don't shut up I'll lock you into a cupboard together," said Harry.

Just then Fred and George Weasley walked into the common room. "Who's having the lover's quarrel?" asked Fred, grinning at Ron and Hermione.

"Shut up, Fred," said Ron.

"Well, then. Thanks for that inviting welcome," said George. Then he whispered to Harry "You know, when two people fight a lot, it means that they care about each other a lot."

Harry smiled. "Yeah? Then they must care about each other a lot," he said. "Anyway, why did you come up here?"

"Oh yeah. McGonagall wants to see you in the hall," said Fred.

"What? Me? Why?" said Harry, surprised.

"Because she wants to kick you out of Hogwarts. She thinks you're failure to turn a ferret into a fur collar is totally unacceptable," said George.

"Very funny, George," Harry said. "Come on, lets go then," and with that he heard out towards the door.



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They arrived in the hall and found about 20 other people standing around. Harry noticed Cho Chang, the very pretty Ravenclaw Seeker standing to the side. Then, not noticing where he was going, he accidentally bumped into the back of Angelina Johnson, one of the Gryffindor chasers.

"Sorry," he muttered, going red and quickly glanced back at Cho. She didn't seem to have noticed but instead she was looking out across the hall, a faraway look in her eyes. Harry guessed she was thinking about Cedric and quickly looked away again.

He looked around the hall again and noticed that everyone there were members of each house's quidditch teams. Just then Professor McGonagall walked in, carrying a bundle of parchment and quills. She walked to the front of the hall and put everything down.

"As you know, none of the quidditch teams have a full team or team captain. You are here to nominate your captain and organise a try-out for anyone in your house is willing to fill any of the empty positions," she said. Then she picked up a roll of parchment. "You will nominate two people from your team to be team captain and write them down. Then you will give me the parchment with the three names on it and your own house will vote on who will be captain. After you have done that you are to organise the try- outs for new members."

Harry looked at Fred and George. He had hardly given a thought to the fact that they were without a captain or a keeper, for that matter.

"You are not permitted to nominate yourself and the job is not to be taken lightly. It is more than just a title and whoever you nominate, you must be sure that they will be motivated and help the team in the best way possible," continued Professor McGonagall. "Alright then, nominate your captains," she said, handing out the pieces of parchment.

When she handed Harry a piece of parchment and a quill, Harry sat down and looked at the members in his team. He had a sudden vision of being elected captain, walking out in front of the whole of Gryffindor with the quidditch cup over his head, a shiny captain badge pinned on his robes. Harry grinned and then looked down at his piece of parchment again. 'Who should I nominate?' he thought.

He looked at Fred and George. He snorted at the thought of them holding any responsibility. They'd probably be horrified if they had to wear a badge of any sort. He looked at the three Gryffindor Chasers. They were huddled together in a group, whispering to each other. Harry guessed they were all deciding on who to nominate. What the heck, thought Harry and took up his quill. Then he wrote 'Angelina Johnson' on his parchment.

"Alright, you should be finished by now. Put your slip of parchment in this box and then you can organise your try-outs. You must select your new members by the 21st May," said Professor McGonagall from the front of the room.

Harry got up, deposited his slip into the box and walked over to Fred and George. "So, what about these try-outs then?" he said.

"Okay, how about we hold them Friday week? That gives them a week and a half to practice and us a few days to decide," said Angelina, diplomatically.

"Great. Then, who's up for writing the notice?" said Fred holding up a roll of parchment. He shoved them at Alicia Spinnet, one of the other Chasers. "Here you are, Alicia. I'm sure you're artistic," he said, grinning at her.

Angelina rolled her eyes at him. "Honestly, Fred, do you ever do anything useful?" she asked.

"Me, useful? Of course not! The very idea!" said Fred, pretending to be outraged.

"Alright then, if you've all finished, you may go now," said Professor McGonagall from the front of the hall. "You will be voting on the two nominees tomorrow." And with that she headed out the door.



Well, what do you think? Weird place to stop it I know, but owell. I could upload the rest . Should I?

Um, any feedback? How about telling me how to improve this?

Well, anyway I hoped you like it -Emmy