Disclaimer: None of this is mine. It all belongs to Jo Rowling
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Hermione walked down to the Great Hall to find Ron, Harry and Ginny already in their Quidditch uniforms.
'Good sleep?' asked Harry, taking a mouthful of toast. Hermione nodded, trying not to blush as she remembered what she had dreamt. Looking up at Ron, her feelings instantly turned to disgust as she saw him shovelling food into his mouth, hardly sparing any time to take a breath.
'Ron, do you ever stop eating?' she asked with disdain. Ron shrugged, taking yet another mouthful of eggs.
Hermione heard a giggle from a bit further up the table. She saw that it was Pavarti and Lavender, the latter of which seemed to be eying Ron closely. Hermione suddenly wanted to punch Lavender, just has she had done to Draco. Who did Lavender think she was, stealing Ron from her? Hang on; back up; Ron wasn't hers. He was just her friend. Undeniably her very handsome friend she'd been in love with for two years, but still just her friend. Nevertheless, she couldn't help feeling some resentment towards Lavender.
A twinkle in the corner of her eye brought her attention back to where she was sitting. Harry was placing a small bottle back into his pocket. A small glass bottle with some gold liquid inside. A small glass bottle with golden liquid inside that looked suspiciously like-
'Felix Felicis', muttered Hermione. 'Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?'
Harry got up and walked with Hermione into an isolated corner of the Entrance Hall.
'What did you just do? You know that according to the rules of Quidditch it is illegal to use any potions, spells or plants that increase you playing ability!' she spoke quietly, but the anger in her voice was all to apparent, and it was obvious the only thing keeping her from yelling was fear of being overheard.
'I don't know what you're talking about, Hermione,' he replied calmly. 'Sorry, but I've got to go and get the rest of the team ready. The match starts in two hours.'
He walked back into the Great Hall, leaving Hermione, mouth hanging wide open in disbelief of the lengths boys would go to for Quidditch.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, I promise the next one will be longer! Please Review!