Yeah, I got reviews! Ttthhhaaannnkkk yyyooouuu! 3 Here is chapter seven! I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to our brillant queen J.K. Rolling, or the cover image. But, I do own Tria and Cyrus, so smiles!

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Chapter Seven: Weasley Is Our King

"Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King.

Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King."

Tria zoomed past the slytherin stands, and came to a halt beside the twins. "Are they allowed to sing something like that?"

"No one's stopping them." George muttered clenching his broom stick rather tightly.

"Ron was already struggling enough, now..." Fred added worried about his brother. "We've already tried to cheer him up,"

"But, he's just ignoring us." George finished.

Tria sighed and looked at the youngest Weasley boy, who was shacking so hard his broom was noticeably moving. Taking advantage of the last few moments of slytherin time out that had been called a little before, she flew over to him with a smile.

"Ignore them, Ronnie!" She sang, and the red head slowly looked at her. "Just do your best, you know you can catch these."

"And what if I let them in?" Ron replied slowly, still shacking.

"Then, I'll just get the points back." Tria replied with a grin, her blue eyes sparkling at the challenge. Oh, how she loved quidditch. "Stop what you can, and leave the rest to us." Tria quickly added as the whistle to the end the time out was sounded. "You doing great."

Ron muttered something in return, but Tria was too far away by now to understand him. The song started again.

"Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King."

"Again with the song!" The twins howled as they zoomed past her, and Fred hit a Bludgers at Marcus Flint, who was carrying the Quaffle.

Marcus dodged it with ease and tossed an easy shot towards the hoops. Ron caught it. Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor stands and the Slytherins sputtered in their song.

"Thats away, Ronnie!" Tria laughed as Ron threw her the quaffle with a huge grin on his face. She quickly threw it to Angelina, then it went to Katie Bell, and soon came back to her, quite close to the hoops.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tria saw a Bludgers hit by Vincent Crabbe, how he was staying on his broom was beyond her, flying towards her. But she also saw a glint of red hair, so chose to ignore it.

In one quick motion, Tria fooled the goal keeper, Miles Bletchley, and threw it into one the hoops. George was right next to her hitting the Bludger back at the slytherins.

"Thanks." Tria commented with a smile, and George took off his fake hat and did a little bow. Laughing, Tria flew after the Quaffle and George picked up his next target.

Harry zoomed past her, following a twinkle of gold. Tria smiled. This game was over and the score was 40-10. Easy victory. Harry grabbed for the snitch and Crabbe hit a Bludger at him. No one else was close enough.

"Harry, on your left!" She shouted, but he was to focused to hear her. And probably care. She moaned and chased after him, knowing very well she would be there too late. But he was pretty high up and a fall from there would really hurt.

Harry held up the snitch with victory as the Bludger knocked into him. He was thrown off his broom, but Tria grabbed his robes and slowly lowered him to the ground.

"And Gryffindor wins!" Lee Johnson shouted. "The Slytherin Beater Vincent Crabbe shot a Bludger right at the Gryffindor Seeker Harry Potter, even after the whistle was blown. But Harry Potter caught the Snich anyway! Only to be caught himself by his teammate, Chaser Tria Silvers. Ah oh, this doesn't look good. Harry appears to not be moving. That Bludger did slam into him rather hard."

Harry, now on the ground and surrounded by his teammates, slowly stirred. As the others were explaining exactly what happened, rather cheerfully due to their victory, Tria noticed Ron stomping off the field. She started to follow him, but was stopped by the twins.

"He needs some alone time." They said together and Tria nodded with a sigh.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" Malfoy asked walking up to the Gryffindors . "I've never seen a worse keeper. But then again, he was born in a bin." This time is was Tria who stopped the advances of the twins. "Did you like my lyrics, Potter?" By now, the Gryffindor quidditch team had turned to look at him.

Malfoy continued his speech, "We wanted to come up with other verses, but we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly. We wanted to sing about his mother, see. We couldn't fit in Useless Loser, either. For his father, you know."

"Leave it." Tria hissed holding on the twins arms rather tightly. Angelina was attempting to stop Harry as well.

"Let him yell. He's just sorry he lost, the chummed up little." Angelina added.

"Bet you like the Weasley's, don't you Potter." Malfoy commented interrupting her. "You spend holidays there and everything, don't you. Can't see how you can stand the stink. But I supposed when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley's hobble okay." He smirked to himself. "Or perhaps remember what you mother's stank like, Potter. And Weasley pig stye, remind you of it!"

Suddenly, Harry charged at the smirking Slytherin. "Harry, no!" Tria shouted and George used her lapse in attention to break free from her grasp as well. "George, stop it!"

Madam Hooch cast a spell to stop the two attacking Gryffindors, and sent them up to talk to Professor McGonagall. "And the rest of you, off to the changing rooms!"

"But!" Angelina started.

"No, buts, Miss Johnson. Now." She replied rather irritated, and they slowly channeled to the changing room.

"This can not be happening!" Angelina wailed.

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"Banned? Banned?" Angelina wailed. They had all been waiting in the common room for some news. "No seeker, no beaters? What on earth are we going to do?"

"And banning Fred, when he didn't even do anything?" One of the others gasped. "And what about the slytherins, they just got off with detention!"

"Its not my fault I didn't." Fred hissed. "I would have beat the little scoundrel to a pulp, if they hadn't been holding me back."

An irritated Angelina sighed, "I'm going to bed." The common room quickly cleared out. "Maybe this all would have turned out to be a bad dream. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet."

Hermione and Harry went to the side, leaving Tria in the twins. Tria's checks where bubbled, and she suddenly turned to leave the common room. George quickly grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her back.

"Where are you going?" He asked still holding onto the smaller girl's arm. Her head only came up to about his shoulders.

She attempted to pull her arm away, but failed. "To talk to Umbridge, she can't do this! Banning you? Thats taking punishment too far!"

George shock his head. "You can't!"

"Why not?" Tria asked rather irritated.

"Because she could ban you too!" George replied, running his free hand through his hair. Tria pulled, but he just tightened his grip. He glanced around for his twin, but Fred had vanished. Wonderful.

"So?" Tria replied blowing out her cheeks again.

George grabbed her other arm and leaned down so his face was right in front of hers. "Banned, Tria. Banned for life."

"So." Tria repeated. "It still not," George rolled his eyes and kissed her to make her stop talking. Tria's face immediately went bright red, and she sputtered as she tried to finish her sentence. "fair." She muttered.

"Tria." George sighed, letting go of her arms, and taking her checks instead. "I'm not letting you ruin your dream because of me, because of us." Tria stared to talk again, but George talked over her. "Fred and I just want to open our shop, and Harry is Harry. He'll find a way to allow him to play again. But you, Tria, want to play out of school right." Tria slowly nodded looking at the ground. "Your good enough too. So, don't put up a fuss. Besides, Fred and I have a long list of things we want to get back at that crow for. This will just add onto the list." He tilted her head up, so she had to look at him. "Okay?"

"Okay." Tria slowly muttered.

"Promise?" George asked teasing her.

"Promise." Tria sighed, rather unhappily, but agreeing.

George smiled and kissed her again, pulling back to stand straight. "Now go to bed, we have a test tomorrow don't we? And please don't do anything stupid."

Tria smiled. She went on her tippy toes and pulled on his collar. "Right back at you, George Weasley." She laughed giving him a peck, and then skipping off to the girl's staircase.

George watched her go with a grin and then headed up to his own room.

"You stud." Fred teased as his twin approached him at the bottom of the stairs. "Way to go, Georgie."

"Shut up, Fred." George muttered, though his face was still red. The blush came late, but it was defiantly there. "Way to leave me in that situations."

"Your her boyfriend, mate." Fred laughed leading his twin up the stairs.

And there is chapter seven! Smiles. Yes, George and Tria are "official" yet unofficial at the same time. As in the people aware of this relationship are, George, Tria, Fred, Lee, and Angelina. So official yet unofficial. Interesting. Please do review and let me know if there is anything you want to specifically to happen! Thank you all so much for reading my story! 3 Cheers!

Coming Up: Happy Thoughts and Dark Wizards.