A/N J.K. Rowling owns everything except the plot, which I own. I think I own the plot anyways. tell me if I'm wrong, k? Read away! (and sorry I took so long!)

Harry lifted his head up high and led Ron and Hermione out of the castle. They were on their way to serve the Slytherin Quidditch team. Disgraceful but the trio had decided to take on their punishment with as much Gryffindor pride as possible. They were to serve 5 nights until Saturday when the much awaited Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game would occur. While walking on the path the quidditch pitch Harry saw a glimpse of red hair. Ginny was running up to them.

"Ginny, what ever is the matter!?" Harry said as she saw the terror in Ginny's beautiful green eyes.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny said and then noticed the others, "Ron! Hermione! Thank goodness! I have to tell you something! Malfoy! You won't believe what he did!"

"What did that prat do to you, Ginny!" Ron said outraged.

Ginny bit her lip before saying, "If only I could tell you."

"You can tell us anything, Gin. What is it?" Hermione asked earnestly.

"I can't. I just can't! I have to protect myself and most importantly I have to protect Harry!" Ginny shouted as she ran off to the castle.

"Do you think we should run after her?" Harry said concerned.

"I think she'll be alright for now. We can ask her later tonight," Ron stated.

"But what if she's hurt!? What if she gets into more trouble or danger involved with Malfoy?! I couldn't bear it if she ends up in a jam because we weren't there to help her! I cannot have her risking her life for us," Harry ranted.

Hermione calmly said, "Harry, don't worry about Ginny. Malfoy is going to be at the quidditch practice we're going to now, so Ginny won't be in any *major* harm."

"I suppose so. but don't you think we should still check on her?" Harry said still worried.

"Since when did you start falling in love with my sister, Harry? Hermione's right, there is no need to worry," Ron asked.

Harry blushed and they just kept walking to the dooming quidditch practice.

"This is going to be torture," Hermione said as they entered the pitch.

The Slytherin team approached them. They all had sneers on their faces. Malfoy approached them and stated, "Professor Snape put me in-charge of overseeing your detentions. Here, put these on so you can't still our plays."

Malfoy handed them blindfolds. It was decided that Harry and Ron would cover towels and Hermione would take care of the water. For half an hour they slaved for the Slytherin quidditch team. They were in good spirits though. Working side by side, the discussed various things to keep them sane and to keep their pride from vanishing completely. It was impossible to do their jobs right, since they could only do things by feel.

"I can't wait until we can shove these bloody gits into the ground!" Ron exclaimed.

"It shall be done on Saturday, believe me," said a very enthused Harry.

Hermione smiled and added, "I can't wait until I can see Draco's cold- hearted face covered with tears of defeat!"

Little did they know that this whole conversation was being overheard by a very interested Draco Malfoy.

"So you want to see me cry, Hermione? More likely it's going to be you crying in the end," said a very angry Malfoy.

"Over my dead body!" shouted Harry.

"So the boyfriend is defending the little Gryffindor princess?" Malfoy sneered.

"He's not my boyfriend, Malfoy," Hermione stated.

"Well that's good to know," Malfoy said and before the trio could ask why he continued, "I think it's time the Gryffindor wonder-team to be separated. Besides I think it would serve my team better anyways. Ron and Harry, go to the other side of the field to hand out towels and Hermione can stay here to pass out water."

Before leaving, Ron warned, "Don't you do a think to her, Malfoy. I swear, if you do one thing I'll blast you all the way to Hong Kong."

"Don't worry, you won't hear any complaints from Hermione," Draco said sarcastically.

"We know that you have done something with Ginny! You're already dead for that, but if you do something to Hermione too, you'll never live to see the quidditch match on Saturday," Harry said in a low challenging voice.

"Run along, now. I have no idea what you are talking about," Malfoy stated.

"I'm sure," Ron growled as he and Harry walked to the other side of the field, leaving Hermione by herself.

A/N - We still have another chapter of quidditch practice so don't worry! More fun will come. Ginny's in a bit of a trouble though. Anyways! That was suppose to be in Harry's point of view but mainly I just wanted to show what was happening to him at the moment. Please Review! I'll give you a mookie! ~Lilah

Thank you's

Kateri - Here is your promised chapter! Thank you so much for reviewing and for pushing me to write the next chapter! I needed that! Anyways, you want Ron/Hermione? I think I can swing that in somewhere. Oh yes! Fun fun fun! This shall be interesting.

Kathie - I know every girl doesn't have a diary, but this is Ginny and of course she's a bit immature so she thinks that it's necessary or something. And I will honor your request and put in a description of Draco in the next chapter. I try to honor all my reviewer's requests! Thanks for reviewing!

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