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CHAPTER THREE: PISS OFF

HARRY'S POV

"Top or bottom?"

Harry snapped away from his thoughts at Hayden's voice and turned to him. "Erm, doesn't matter," he mumbled with a shrug as he glanced at the bunk bed that Hayden was pointing to.

Hayden raised his eyebrows but didn't comment as he threw his bag onto the bottom bunk. "Then you got top which you're definitely not gonna like getting up there after the coaches are done with you," he said with a grin.

Harry merely nodded and hoisted himself up to the top bunk. It was a little wobbly which Harry realized slightly nervously. He placed his bag down and then hopped back off, not wanting to stay a minute longer on that bed.

The other three boys on the team were also settling in. One of them who had dark blonde hair in a complete mess walked up to Harry with a bemused look on his face. "So, Mr. Potter… Are you as good of a seeker as you are famous?" he asked with a grin. "I'm Luke, our fantastic and absolutely dashing keeper," he joked as he stuck out his hand for Harry to shake.

With a grin, Harry met Luke's hand with his own and shook it. "I think so," he said simply, feeling a bit of a dork for not coming back with a cooler comment.

Hayden and the two other boys joined the group. "I'm Logan," greeted Logan with a small nod towards Harry and Luke. He had blonde hair that was rising in every direction and reminded Harry of a hedgehog. He was very short too.

"And I'm Reed," said the second boy who was skinny and pale with light brown hair. "We're gonna be the guys that fuck up the other teams," he stated firmly, nodding towards the beater bats lying on his and Logan's beds.

The guys laughed and Hayden commented, "Just make sure Jonah doesn't hear you say that. He's cool and all for a coach, but he's too strict with the rules for my taste, especially when you compare him to the coaches at the other teams."

"Meaning the Jaguars?" spoke Luke, giving a nod to show he understood what Hayden was talking about.

"Yeah," nodded Hayden. "Those guys play dirty, really dirty. Year before last it was down to them and us for the final championship, and it definitely wasn't a pretty game. Ace Thompson had to go to the hospital wing for about eight fouls they did to him."

Harry listened to this and remembered that Cho was assigned to the Jaguars. He was definitely interested in seeing if she would be joining her team in their harsh ways to win games. He wasn't sure what type of interest it was that he had though. His feelings for Cho were so jumbled up that he no longer knew where exactly they were standing.

"You okay?" asked Luke who had noticed Harry's lack of words and thoughtful expression.

Harry broke out of his thoughts and gave a shrug. "Yeah, perfect," he said simply.

Logan gave a look to Luke before turning to Harry with a wide grin. "Looks like someone's got a girl on his mind," he said slowly. Harry blushed which made all the other guys laugh.

…

"Although you will be working daily with the team you have been assigned, you will also be breaking into separate groups assigned by your position. Seekers will go with seekers; chasers will go with chasers, etc. These practices are designed to be more specialized in your specific role on the team," called out the head counselor, Mark Key, during dinner at the dining hall.

Harry wasn't sure if he was pleased by this or not; this means he wouldn't have anyone from his own team joining him which was certainly a bummer.

"I've got a few people handing out schedules which will tell you what you're going to be doing for the next few weeks. Make sure you follow your schedule closely and don't show up late for any practices unless you want to have bludger target practice with you being the target," finished Mark. Indeed a lot of the counselors were going around the dining hall and passing out schedules to the campers.

"They're kidding about the bludger target practice right?" asked Harry tentatively. He raised his eyebrows in slight apprehension as he looked to his teammates for an answer.

Brooke Williams, a chaser on Harry's team, gave him a smile. "Trust me, they're serious. One of my teammates last year took it as a joke, and… well to make a long story short, he doesn't exactly like this place anymore."

Harry frowned, yet he wasn't really worried. He had gone through far worse things than a simple bludger hit, yet he still didn't want to be its target. The girl beside him seemed worried though. "Isn't it like… against the law to use your campers as target practice?" she asked. She had a dark face and her expression was quite nervous yet she had big dimples that reminded Harry of someone quite cheerful. This was Morgan Ledet, another chaser on his team.

"Well if it is, then they're certainly not listening to the law," grinned Logan with an amused expression at seeing someone look so nervous.

Hayden started to talk, but Harry didn't listen as a counselor approached him. "Here's your schedule, Mr. Potter," spoke the counselor. He briefly looked at Harry's forehead before moving on to the next person.

Harry glanced down at this schedule with interest, hoping it would be something good. He frowned at the fact that he would be having a seeker workout tomorrow at 7 am; it reminded him too much of Oliver's early practices. He gave a sigh and folded the schedule up and placing it into his pocket. He noticed a boy from an opposite table staring at his scar. "Piss off," muttered Harry to the boy.

HERMIONE'S P.O.V.

Previous Chapter: Finally their food arrived, and Hermione was disappointed to find that her soup was very cold. Slowly she pulled out her wand under her jacket, and very quietly she whispered something to make her soup warm.

"That's a useful bit of magic," said a voice behind Hermione. She turned around to find a very cute French boy.

Hermione was quite startled at this and looked at the boy with a mix between fear and curiosity. A muggle would never be able to recognize magic, so she was guessing that this was indeed a wizard. "Um, yes… yes it is," she mumbled at a clear loss for words.

The boy seemed to notice Hermione's uncomfortable state and said quickly, "Don't worry; I'm not some snooping muggle." He flashed a charming grin and stuck out his hand. "I'm Pierre," he stated. His accent didn't seem French at all, despite Hermione's assumption that he was French.

Hermione glanced down at the hand, still not trusting the boy one bit. Nevertheless, she met his hand with her own and shook it lightly before withdrawing it quite quickly. "Nice to meet you, Pierre."

Pierre raised his eyebrows and spoke softly, "You know, you are supposed to give your name in return. Usually that's how these things go…"

Hermione frowned at his rather upfront attitude and said simply, "Hermione then. Happy?" She turned back to her meal, hoping that he take the hint and leave.

Pierre looked a bit surprised to see her turn back to her meal so quickly and left without another word. Hermione watched him out of the corner of her eyes and felt quite relieved that he was going away.

"Now what was that!" came Ginny's voice slightly irritably.

Hermione looked to her feeling quite startled. "What?" she questioned in a surprised tone.

Ginny's mouth opened slightly at Hermione's stupidity. "Why did you just let him walk off?" she asked. "I mean… he was really cute."

Hermione rolled her eyes and took a sip from her drink. "I'm not about to talk to some random stranger who nearly shouts across the place that I'm doing magic. That's not in my nature, and I don't ever plan on it being there."

"He didn't shout it out," disagreed Ginny. She looked slightly peeved that Pierre hadn't even asked for her name, yet her mind was more on the matter between him and Hermione. "I thought it was rather charming the way he came about it."

Hermione shook her head. "No, Ginny. I'm not about to go and fall for the first person I meet just because you say I need to. I'm not looking for any Paris summer fling."

Ginny rested her head on her hands in disappointment and simply muttered something that sounded like 'we'll see.'

…

Two days later, Hermione was feeling very bored since Ginny seemed to be more interested in talking with Dean's head in the fireplace (he was using floo powder) than going out with Hermione to actually do something. Because of this, Hermione left by herself to go sightseeing.

Her first stop was to the Louvre, a famous art museum that Ginny wouldn't go to. Hermione decided this was best then, since she wouldn't be able to go to it with Ginny beside her. She admired the architecture of the building; it truly was beautiful yet quite different than the features that Hogwarts housed.

As she made her way through the museum, she found herself wistfully wishing she had Ginny as company. It wasn't great fun to just be wandering around the museum without Ginny to comment on some of the funnier aspects of some of the sculptures and paintings. Funnily enough, as soon as this thought had entered her head, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"So we meet again," called the voice. Hermione twirled around to find Pierre standing there with a facial expression she couldn't quite read.

Hermione decided not to roll her eyes, however she still couldn't resist the temptation of giving a much more rude remark. "Oh, wonderful," she replied sarcastically. "Though I doubt this meeting will last long." She turned away and was about to walk forward when Pierre again started to talk.

"You know, I can't understand why you seem to hate me so much when you barely even know me," stated Pierre simply. Hermione turned back to him, only to find his eyes looking directly into hers. She quickly looked elsewhere, not liking the way they seemed to dig into her own thoughts.

She gave a sigh and replied, "It's not that I hate you…"

"Then what is it?" questioned Pierre.

Hermione paused. "Actually, no I take that back. I just don't like you," she said honestly. She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling about him. It was a feeling of mistrust that Hermione knew all too well.

Pierre gave a grin that seemed to be a mixture between amusement and confusion. "Fine, I get it. However I'm not going to bugger off at this particular moment since I'm quite bored and would enjoy your company." With that, he stepped forward alongside Hermione.

"Wha-,"she started, but realized it was to no use. She was clearly not going to enjoy this museum trip much at all. "I guess I can't just tell you to piss off…"

"Nope."

RON'S P.O.V.

"I WANT A PYGMY PUFF NOW!" came the screaming voice of a little boy that filled up the entire store. This was quite a feat since the store was packed and noisy.

Ron's expression was furious. Why did he always end up dealing with all the stupid customers? "We are out of them like I told you," he said in a shaking voice, trying to remember that strangling a little boy could cause a great deal of trouble.

"I DON'T CARE! I WANT A PYGMY PUFF! GIVE ME ONE!" screamed the little boy. He was actually crying and making a huge scene.

Ron blushed as a few girls around his age looked at him disapprovingly as if he was the reason this boy was screaming. "Look," he said in a testy voice. "If you don't shut the bloody hell up, I will…"

He didn't get to finish his death threat as Fred came out of the corner of the shop where he had been setting up some new merchandise. "Oy, Ron! What do you think you're doing?" he called out with an angry look. "You can't be buggering any of my customers like that." He went over to the little boy and slowly started to comfort him.

"I'm not buggering him! This little brat is buggering me!" yelled Ron angrily, throwing down his nametag. "I'm tired of this crap." He stormed away from the cashier's position and swung the door open to get outside. He could hear Fred yelling at him but didn't care. He was having a rotten summer and was quite tired of it already.

In his anger, he completely ran into Luna Lovegood.

"I was just going to see you…" said Luna excitedly.

"Piss off," replied Ron carelessly as he walked past her without even a glance towards her.

Luna of course didn't give up this easily. "You don't have to be rude to me. It's not like I did anything to you," she spoke wisely as she caught up alongside him.

Ron gave a shrug, deciding that Luna's company wouldn't bother him too much. "Just blame everything on this damn stupid arrangement. How is it that I get stuck with the worst summer? That was supposed to be Harry!"

Luna frowned. "So you were hoping he would have a rotten summer?"

"No," said Ron slowly, "but I was hoping I'd at least have a better one than him. But no, I'm stuck at this bloody place filling out orders for some stupid soddy brats."

"Oh," said Luna, still not understanding all too well. "I guess you miss him then. And Hermione."

Ron shrugged.

"I mean, they're your best friends… That's quite depressing. Of course, I've never had best friends, so I'm not too sure how that all works."

Ron glanced at Luna with an expression of pity. "You can count us as your best friends," he said lamely since he didn't want to make he feel bad.

"Really?" she asked with a hopeful expression.

"Just no hugs or anything," stated Ron, but Luna had already flung herself on him in a big bear hug.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

Please review… please. Hope you liked it… Harry and Hermione's summers are definitely the most interesting so far (at least for me to write), but Ron will definitely start having some interesting stuff going on towards the end… But yeah. Review.