Glory

1993

"GO FRED!" Tansy screamed, startling the students beside her. She didn't care though, because she was showing support for her best friend during a huge Quidditch match.

Tansy's other best friend Hermione smiled slightly at her, clapping delicately as Oliver Wood blocked a goal. Hermione was the complete opposite of Tansy; Tansy had short, oddly coloured blonde hair (it looked like a drunk troll had attempted to bleach it) while Hermione had wavy brown hair. Tansy was easily distracted during lessons while Hermione came top in everything. If Hermione wasn't so nice, Tansy would hate and envy her for her perfection.

Harry Potter, also known as Sex God of the Year, was getting closer and closer to getting the snitch. Fred was panting hard. He most definitely would never be Sex God of the Year. His long arms were flailing madly and his large brown eyes were wide open with concentration. Tansy looked a bit closer, and then recoiled in horror. Was his tongue hanging out of his mouth?

"FRED WEASLEY, YOU BUFFOON, PUT THAT TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH AND CONCENTRATE!" Tansy bellowed at him. Fred turned round and grinned at her, before slamming his bat on the Bludger, hitting a troll-like Slytherin. He promptly dropped the Quaffle, and Angelina, Tansy's girl crush (Tansy considered herself bi-curious, but who wouldn't fancy Angelina to a certain extent?), grabbed it and aimed it in the goals. Yes! Now Gryffindor and Slytherin were equal in points.

"GO HARRY!" Hermione shouted, jumping up and down. Tansy tore her eyes away from Angelina, just in time to see Harry seize the Snitch and hold it up, grinning in a slow, sexy way. The Gryffindor stadium exploded. Even Hermione forgot to be dignified and grabbed hold of Tansy, screaming. As the players all landed on the ground, the two girls decided to escape before being squashed by the swarming crowds.

"Let's go and congratulate them!" Tansy said, pulling Hermione's designer coat sleeve. They ran - well Tansy ran, Hermione walked elegantly behind – and caught up with Gryffindor team, sweating but grinning.

"Fredrick!" Tansy cried, catching up with her best friend. "I'm ever so proud of you, even prouder than when I discovered you were finally toilet-trained during your Fourth Year!" She and Fred loved putting each other down with witty or sometimes downright silly insults. It was all good fun, though.

"Thank you, my tiny friend," Fred replied, looking down his nose at her. Fred was at least six foot now, towering over Tansy's modest 5ft 5" height. "And I see that you've finally discovered the art of washing; that putrid smell following you about has finally evaporated."

Tansy was about to come up with another withering put-down when she saw Harry by himself. She needed to get rid of Fred fast.

"Talking of showering," Tansy laughed, shoving him hard in the back. "You stink! Come talk to me when you've washed the sweat away!"

Once Fred had sloped off, Harry turned up, grinning. Tansy's heart did a flip. Curse these teenage hormones!

"Hey Harry," Tansy greeted. "Nice flying!"

"Thanks," Harry grinned. He was a man of few words, bless him. He was so much more interesting to look at, due to his inability to string a full sentence together. "So, urm… Gryffindor got, like, the glory today."

"We most certainly did," Tansy smiled. A Gryffindor victory meant that there would be a huge party in the Common Room, and the beautiful feeling of glory every time they saw a Slytherin for the next couple of weeks. Tansy grinned as Hermione caught up with her. Glory felt so good!