"YES!" I screamed as Harry swooped down on the Golden Snitch. It was the first Quidditch match of the season and Griffindor had just owned Ravenclaw, 270 to 30. Ron had been playing Keeper and every time Luna flew at him with the ball, he would grin maniacally and start flying around as though he'd drunk six cups of coffee. She had no chance of getting the ball in and compared with Griffindor's excellent Chasing, Ravenclaw were no match for us.
I laughed at myself. Since Harry and I had started going out, my knowledge of Quidditch had become nearly as good as my knowledge of Charms. On my left, Hagrid was yelling himself hoarse and on my right, Neville was jumping up and down in excitement. Together we made our way down to the pitch to congratulate the Griffindor team.
Ron seemed stunned at what he'd done, and kept looking over at the Ravenclaw team to see how they were taking it (i.e. not very well). Ginny, Katie and Demelza were over the moon and Harry hugged me tightly, still holding the Snitch. Together, Harry, Ron and I began to walk up to the castle.
We all froze as Luna drifted over. Ron looked as though the caffeine was starting to wear off.
"Hello, Ronald..." Luna said. "That really was an excellent game, you know..."
"Um..." Ron looked as though he was choking.
His face turned red. "OK..."
I began to pull Harry away from the scene. This didn't seem like something Ron would want us to watch.
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Later that night in the common room, Harry was sitting by the fire, still holding the Snitch, while I read his latest essay. Neither of us had seen Ron all afternoon and assumed he was still being congratulated by people. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard Ginny yelling.
"So what the hell Ron? We beat Ravenclaw at Quidditch and then you go and ask for a rematch?"
Harry jumped up. "Ron? Are you okay?"
Ron looked like he was about to be sick. He scrambled up the stairs of the boys dormitory. Harry disappeared after him.
"What happened, Ginny?" I asked her. It shocked me that Ron would think their win was unfair or something. It was all pure talent that won it for them. The Griffindor team doesn't cheat.
She shook her head. "I have no idea. Ron disappears for three hours, and then I found him begging Professor McGonagall for a rematch. Its like he's almost guilty for beating them so thoroughly."
I patted her back sympathetically. She still looked tired from playing Quidditch all morning.
"I think I might go to bed," she said. "Goodnight, Hermione."
I watched her go up the stairs of the girls dormitory, thinking I might follow her soon enough, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Harry was standing there with a frown on his face.
"What's up?" I asked, budging over so he would fit on the chair, next to me.
"I can't believe it," he began. "You know why Ron wanted a rematch? He's into Luna! I really shouldn't tell you, but I know you'll keep the secret. He felt terrible for beating her and wanted to give them another chance. I mean, who wants someone with that sort of attitude on the team?"
"Don't worry," I said, taking his hand. "Professor McGonagall won't allow a rematch, and the next game's against Hufflepuff. And there's nothing wrong with Ron and Luna as a couple otherwise." I giggled at the thought.
"Yeah..." Harry seemed distracted. "I'm going to bed. It's been a long day."
I got up, thinking that I should go to bed as well. "Good work today," I said, kissing him goodnight. "We might win the Quidditch cup if we continue at this rate."
He let go of my hand as we both went up to our respective dormitories, my head spinning.