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Quidditch Games and Library Antics

"Come on Kim, class is over. Wake up!"

A young girl no older than fifteen jerked awake, picking up her head from the crook in her arms and looking around to the emptying classroom with sleepy eyes, "What? Whats happening? Did the school explode?"

"No, why would the school explode?" a voice above her asked, a hint of a laugh hiding somewhere, "Class is over. Let's go, I'm starving."

"Oh. I had a dream it did. No OWL's" she said with a little smile. Letting out a big yawn Kim got to her feet, stretching her arms above her head before taking her robe off the back of her chair and putting it back on. Sliding her books off her table she bent down to pick up her bag, "You know Rose, you could have left me to sleep. Professor Binns would have never noticed."

Rose Weasley smiled as she hoisted her own bulging bag onto her shoulder, flicking her curly ginger locks away from her face, "Yes but you know who will be in the Great Hall and I know you're dying to see him."

Kim's brow furrowed and she gave a slight frown at her best friend, "And how do you know that?"

"You said his name in your sleep," and with a smirk at Kim's shocked face, Rose skipped off.

Kim stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open in awe before chasing after her, "Rose!" She caught up with her just outside the Great Hall, out of breath. Pushing past the other students, Kim followed behind her.

Rose rolled her blue eyes, going past the giant oak doors into a large hall, furnished with nothing more than four long tables with benches and another, smaller head table that overlooked the other four. Instead of a ceiling, hundreds of unlit floating candles and past those what seemed to be the sky, a shocking blue today. Heading right past the other three tables, Rose walked to the far side of the hall to the Gryffindor table where a figure in black robes with shaggy hair to match was sitting alone near the end, "What's the problem? Practically all of the fifth-year knows you like him," she said, sliding into the seat across from the boy.

Kim frowned, sitting into the empty spot next to Rose and turned to her friend who sat across from them, "Al, does the entire fifth-year really know I like James?"

Albus Potter, whose eyes were as green as the Slytherin crest on his shirt, looked up and shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much. And it's more like crazy love potion obsession," he replied, turning his attention back to the plate of food in front of him.

"But how?" Kim looked at her two best friends, hazel eyes big and sad, "I hardly told anyone!"

"Yes, but actions speak louder than words."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that when you blush and stumble when you speak to him, it's a bit clear that you love him," said Rose in a sympathetic but obvious way.

She looked at Al, as if he would tell her it wasn't true but he merely shrugged again. Pouting Kim slammed her head down on the table, causing a nearby empty goblet to jump a little, "I can't believe it! I must look like an idiot in front of him!"

"No you don't," Rose said smiling, adding a large amount of food to her own plate, "Besides, this is James Potter we're talking about. You've known him since first year!"

"Exactly! He's seen me go through my awkward pimply teen-phase. Remember that time where I had a bad egg and got sick in second year? Yeah, he can't possibly like me."

She turned her head to see Rose and Al look at each other before rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

"Well it's true!"

"Fine Kim, you win. He'll never love you. Your vomit disgusts him. Are you happy now?"

"No," whined Kim who was now attempting to smother her face into the wood of the table, "My life sucks."

"Oh well, tough luck. And I'm pretty sure your vomit disgusts everyone."

Kim scowled at Al and gave him a swift kick from under the table. He groaned a little but couldn't help to laugh at his own joke.

"Yes well, eat something at least," Rose said, handing her an empty plate.

"I'm not hungry," she said, pushing the plate away.

"Eat something Kim."

"Make me."

Kim looked up to see Rose raising an eyebrow, a trait Rose had learned from her mother Hermione and sighing she sat up straight, "Fine. But I'm not happy about this."

"That's all I ask. And fix your tie."

"Sorry Rose, didn't know you were a prefect and a mum."

They all looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Feeling better than before she piled some food onto her plate and ate.

"I don't recall essays finishing themselves while their writer stared out the window."

With a sigh and a longing look at the clear April sky outside, Kim pulled her half-finished Potions essay towards her and picked up her quill, flipping through the textbook on her lap. The sun was gleaming outside in an unclouded sky, filtering into the Gryffindor common room making the gold and red furnishings shimmer. However, the beautiful weather didn't make the fact that they had to be stuck inside studying any brighter. With another sigh, Kim scribbled something onto her parchment, "May I murder Professor Forone?"

"As soon as we finish OWLS," Rose replied, not looking up from her parchment.

"Can I at least see your essay?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Rose looked over her paper to give a motherly stare at Kim, "Because you'll never learn anything that way."

"But I don't want to learn!" With a frustrated sigh Kim slammed her potions book shut and ran her fingers through her hair, turning her attention to the ends of the black layers, "I'll do it tomorrow."

Sighing Rose shook her head, "Fine, but don't blame me if you fail."

"I won't mum," she said with a little laugh. Bored with her hair now, Kim looked around for something to do, drumming her hands on her legs. An idea popped into her head and fishing through her bag she pulled out a blue notebook and pen. Settling deep into the armchair she found her page and began writing.

Rose stopped to watch her friend scribble away, eying her hand, "Why do you write with that thing anyways?"

Kim laughed, her eyes never leaving the page, her hand flourishing over it with such ease and speed it seemed that she had been doing it forever, "What thing?"

"That ...pen thing. It's so…Muggle-ish."

Kim looked up and smiled, "Well excuse me for keeping in touch with my Muggle heritage. Besides, doesn't your mum use any of these?"

Rose laughed, "No, Dad finds them frustrating," she replied, looking back her own essay. After a minute she closed her potions book as well saying, "I can't concentrate either. I'll do it after dinner." Setting her work down she ripped off a bit of parchment from the bottom of a spare lying near by, picked up her quill and propped her feet up on the wooden table before starting her own hobby.

The sound of pen on paper and quill on parchment filled the quiet common room for a few minutes and after a bit Rose put her quill down and smiled, "Done. Come see."

Eager to see another one of her friend's masterpieces Kim got up and perched onto the armchair next to her. The drawing was a picture of her, legs over one side of the chair she had been sitting on, bending over her notebook as she hurried to put down her latest idea, the sun shining through a window behind her.

Kim smiled and gave Rose a one-armed hug, "It's wonderful."

The portrait door swung open and they looked up to see the grumpy James Potter stumbled in, looking more annoyed than the last time Gryffindor had lost a Quidditch game.

"What's wrong?" Rose asked as he fell into the chair Kim had just been in, pushing his shaggy black hair out of his face.

"Detention with Gallor. She's crazy that hag. She made me clap blackboard erasers. With my hands. Do you have any idea how much dust I just inhaled? I think my lung capacity dropped. I don't understand why they just can't magic the board clean, we're in a school where everyone can do fucking magic."

Rose and Kim laughed at him.

"Yes well, you're in sixth year. We still have two and half years of this."

James laughed dryly before reaching to grab something underneath him, "What am I sitting on?" He pulled out Kim's bright blue tattered notebook and smiling, handed it back to her, "You've been carrying this around since second year and it's falling apart. Are you ever going to show it to anyone?"

Kim smiled and felt herself blush as she took it from him, "Never."

James smirked as he sat back into the armchair, "You're turning red. Are you alright?" The cocky tone in his voice hinted he knew exactly why she was blushing, but he pretended not to know anyways.

She looked down, suddenly interested in her notebook, "Yeah, it's just really hot in here."

Rose hid her laugh in a cough and Kim did all she could to stop herself from hitting her. James gave them both an odd look, a gleam hiding in his eyes. "Alright...I'm going to grab my broom and head out. Want to come?"

"Yeah, sure."

He nodded and bounded up the steps to his dormitory. They waited for the sound of him closing the door before Rose burst out into laughter and Kim grabbed a pillow and tried smothering her with it. It took a few minutes before Rose could breathe and Kim had her fill of violence.

"It's hot in here?"

Kim smiled shyly, playing with a loose string on the couch, "My mind froze."

Rose shook her head, wiping away tears, "Brilliant love. Come on, let's grab our brooms. And if you two aren't together by OWLs, I'll do it myself."

Kim smirked and followed her up the stairs, "I'm holding you to that."

The library was empty save for one person. Bending low over her work, Kim hurried to finish her essay in the dying light of the lamp next to her. Her forehead was nearly touching the old wooden table and her tongue stuck about from between her clenched teeth as she quickly wrote down her conclusion. It was early May now and OWLs, not mention the final match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was just around the corner. With a dramatic sigh, she dropped her quill, leaning back in her chair and pushing her bangs out of her face, "Done," she sighed happily.

"It took you long enough."

Kim jumped, nearly falling out of her chair as she turned around to the voice, "James! How long have you been stalking me? What are you even doing here?"

James smirked, walking to the desk and perching himself on the edge, "Long enough. And Rose sent me to stalk you."

Kim made a mental note to thank Rose and smiled, putting her books back in her bag, "Yes well, next time you want to sneak up on me, warn me first. You almost gave me a heart attack."

He chucked and looked around before snatching up her essay, "What is this anyway?"

Kim sighed, looking at him, "James, give it back."

James looked at her and smirked, mischief in his eyes, "Say please."

"James!" Scowling she made to grab it but he held it over his head, and being much taller than Kim, it was a fair amount of distance.

"Say please Kim. It's only one word."

Glaring at him she got up and stretched as far as she could, the parchment still just out of her reach. She leaned forward more, one knee on the wooden chair that stood between them.

"You have to say please," he said with a little tune.

With one last attempt Kim jumped for her paper, unbalancing the chair and sending them both to the ground. They fell down hard and she groaned, sitting up slightly and opening her eyes. James had broken her fall, and was stuck between her and the floor. Her eyes caught his wide blue ones, her breathe caught in her chest and before she could blink, he kissed her.

Kim pulled away, breathing hard as she stared down at his confused face, "I have to go," and scrambling to her feet; she grabbed her bag and ran, leaving her essay and James lying on the library floor.

"You just ran?"

Rose sat on her bed in the empty dormitory, the red hangings pulled shut. Everyone was at dinner except for her and Kim, who sat on the other end of the bed sniffling and wiping her nose on her sleeve. She had just told Rose what had happened.

"I don't know why! I just got scared and ran."

Rose sighed and leaned back on the headboard, "Brilliant love. Just brilliant."

Kim looked up at her, eyes red and puffy, "I've ruined everything haven't I?"

Rose smiled the best she could, "Of course not!" Her smiled faded as she saw Kim's glare and sighed, "Maybe. I mean, running away was kind of weird."

Kim frowned and put her head on one of the four posters, staring at the top, "I hate my life."

Rose smiled and took Kim's hand, "It'll be alright. At least you kissed him!" Kim's blank stare told Rose her pick-me-up didn't work, "Let's get some dinner then."

Kim nodded and pulling the hangings aside got up, turning to a mirror and wiping her face desperately as if it would make her looked better.

"Hold on," Rose pulled out her wand, gave a little flick and in an instant, Kim's puffy eyes and runny nose were gone.

"What was that?"

"Hangover charm. Works well for anything though. Victoire taught it to me," she gave a little wink

Kim laughed at her friend, "Thanks, I'll remember that."

"Not a problem. Now let's go, I'm starving."

It seemed to Kim that eating was the staple of having Weasley blood.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team sat in the changing room, wringing their hands and shooting nervous glances at each other. They could hear the noise of the crowd outside, cheers and jeers, mixed with booming thunder and rain that pelted the top of the change rooms. The butterflies in their stomach got worse and they all looked at each other.

James took a deep breath and stood up, his captain badge gleaming in the light. "Okay. I know the weather if bad, but we've trained for this. Chasers," he looked at Rose, his little sister Lily and stopped at Kim, "Do whatever you can to keep the Quaffle. I trust in you girls. Keeper," he turned to cousin Louis, who's young rugged face looked up at James with determination, "Remember, always fly back to the middle. Beaters," he looked at Rose's little brother Hugo and their cousin Fred, "Keep an eye on us. Kill the other team. I'm serious, murder someone.

"I'll try getting the Snitch as fast as I can. We can do this."

The team nodded, blood and adrenaline pumping through their veins. They all stood and looked at each other, before lining up brooms at their sides.

"Hey," Kim turned to see James whispering into her ear, "About what happened last week, at the library…"

Kim tried putting that behind her and it worked. With OWLs she hardly had time to socialize and even though they saw each other at Quidditch practice and he returned her essay, Kim and James avoided each other like the plague. Shaking her head, she said, "It's alright. We just got caught up in the moment."

James looked as if he was about to argue but instead nodded his head, "Good luck out there."

"You too."

He went to the front of the line and with one last collective deep breath, the doors flew open.

Kim struggled to see through the falling sheets of rain and the strong winds that kept blowing her off course weren't much of a help either. With a quick glance as could see everyone was trying hard to stay on their brooms, James high above anyone else, circling for the Snitch. Knowing that she didn't have another moment to spare Kim sped back into the game, catching the Quaffle as it was lifted by the wind.

"Beckett's got the Qauffle, she passes it to Weasley, Weasley fumbles, nice catch by Potter, these Chasers are unstoppable!"

Kim couldn't help but smile at Alex Longbottom's commentary and she spotted Rose smirk too.

"Potter passes to Beckett and Beckett scores! Gryffindor leading fifty to thirty!"

Grinning Kim swung around to give Lily a quick high five and continued playing, but all too soon Slytherin had caught up. The game kept going, Hugo and Fred flying around sending Bludgers back to the Slytherin team.

"Potter's got the ball, oh the wind caught that one! Stolen by Slytherin chaser Goyle, she's going to the posts! Goyle winds up for the throw-hold on! I think Malfoy and Potter have seen it!"

The game froze and Kim turned on her broom to see what was going on. Sure enough James and Scorpius Malfoy, with his slick blond hair were speeding to the same direction, dangerously low.

"Potter's in the lead, he's going fast, he's—OH!"

The crowd followed Alex's example, gasping as James hit the ground, going straight into a puddle of mud and tumbling over a few times before coming to a stop.

Being the closest team member, Kim flew to the ground, tossing her broom aside as she fell to her knees beside him, "James! James are you alright?"

He gave a little groaned and with Kim's help staggered to his feet. She could hear people behind them, but they were too far away. She took one look at his mud-splattered figure and sighed, "Come on, let's get you to the hospital wing. You probably broke something. We can finish the game without you."

"No need."

"James, you just crashed into the ground you—"

"I meant there's no need to finish the game."

Kim froze as she stared at his face, "No…"

"Yup," Smirking, he held up the fluttering Golden Snitch.

With a scream Kim threw herself at him, James catching her around the waist as he laughed. And despite the fact that they were standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, in the rain, covered in mud with the entire school watching, they kissed.

The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing by the time they got back. Al, Hugo and Fred had broken out their Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products and were setting off fireworks. There was Butterbeer almost everything and someone had hung a large banner above the stairs to the dormitories that had the Gryffindor lion, which paced and roared. Kim tried looking for James but she was surrounded by people the second she stepped into the common room, and there was no point in finding Rose for her and Scorpius managed to sneak off earlier.

The celebration lasted well into the night, the last of the party-goers going to bed after one but only because their head of house, Neville Longbottom had come and stated that there were classes the next morning. Even though he stopped the party, students could still see Neville was still glad that Gryffindor had won. The common room was empty now and with a great sigh James fell into his favourite armchair by the fire, a silly grin on his face.

"Mind if I join you?"

James looked up and smiled, seeing Kim at the end of the girl's staircase, pulling her Muggle bathrobe tighter around herself, "Sure."

She half skipped into the seat next to him, dropping into it with a smile on her face.

James laughed at her, sinking further into his own chair, "What are you so happy about?"

"Well, we won the game."

"And you have a new boyfriend."

Kim looked at him with a little half smile, interesting in her face, "Who said you were my boyfriend?"

James looked at her for a moment with a blank stare before shrugging, "Well, if you want to be that way then fine," he said, getting up from his chair.

"I was only kidding!"

James looked down at her and smiled, "You're so gullible."

Kim stuck her bottom lip out, "That wasn't very nice," she said in a childish way, looking away from him.

"You know I didn't mean it," James said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, "So come on. Tell me. Will you be my girl?"

Kim looked at him and smiled, "I can't believe you even have to ask."

James laughed and cupping her face, kissed her.