I guess it was lucky we now had Hermione as a friend, there was no way I'd have been able to get through the flood of homework I had as well as the Quidditch practices Oliver was scheduling.

Hermione had become more relaxed about breaking rules since we saved her from the troll and she had become a lot more likable because of it. The day before our first Quidditch match the four of us were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured us up a bright blue fire which could be carried around in a jam jar.

We had been standing, huddled together with our backs to it when Snape crossed the yard. Snape was limping, and he made his way over to us when he caught sight of us. "What's that you've got there Potter?" he snapped, making me pull a book from my bag and slip it into his hands behind our backs.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," Snape snapped when Harry showed him it, "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

Once he'd walked away, with me scowling at his back, Harry sighed, "He just made that up," he commented angrily, "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"I don't know," I muttered, "But I hope it hurts... I was enjoying reading that book."

The Gryffindor Common Room was loud that night, I was sat with Harry, Ron and Hermione next to the window as Hermione checked our Charms homework over. I had Harry and Ron's Potions homework on my lap, reading through it to see if I could help them.

After a little while, Harry stood up, telling us he was going to get the book back from Snape and making me stand up to. "I'll come with you," I told him as I put the two essays down on the table and linked my hand with his before we headed out of the room.

"If we go the staff room, he's more likely to give us it if there are other teacher's listening," Harry explained to me as we headed down the corridor.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I nodded in agreement as we got to the room. When he knocked however, no one answered. I bit my lip before nodding for him to knock again... nothing. "D'you think he left it in there?"

With a slight shrug, he pushed the door ajar and peered inside, I popped my head around too and my jaw dropped. Snape had his robes above his knees and Filch was tending to one of his legs which looked mangled. "Blasted thing," Snape commented, "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

I let out a small gasp and Snape's head snapped around, "Prewitt, Potter!" he snapped making me squeak as he got to his feet and dropped his robes to hide his leg.

"We just..." I stumbled, "wondered if we could have the book back?"

"Get out!" he snarled, "GET OUT!"

I squeaked in fear and backed off quick, Harry's hand locking with mine again as he pulled me down the corridor and up the stairs. "Did you get it?" Ron asked as we walked back over to them, me still clutching to Harry for dear life.

He explained what we'd seen as we sat down and I leant my head back against the window. "You know what this means," I commented as he finished, "He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween." I looked at Harry, "That's where he was going when we saw him – he's after whatever it's guarding. And I'd bet my broomstick that he's the one who let the troll in..."

"... as a diversion," Harry finished for me with nod.

"No – he wouldn't," Hermione shook her head with wide eyes, "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe."

"Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something," Ron snapped, "I'm with these two. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. So what's he after? What's that dog guarding?"

We all swapped curious looks and thought it through, but it wasn't long before the other three headed up to bed, leaving me sat there in contemplation. "Small and valuable, but dangerous?" I muttered to myself curiously as I leant my head against the window and looked out at the grounds.

"You okay Popsicle?" Fred asked suddenly making me turn to see him, George and Lee watching me from the chairs by the fire. The common room was empty except for us.

"Yeah," I answered tiredly as I leant my head against the wall behind me.

"Then come over here," he chuckled, holding his hand out to me. I giggled and walked over, taking his hand and letting him pull me into his lap. "Feels like we haven't talked to you for ages."

"I've been busy," I shrugged slightly as I leant my head on his chest.

"Yeah, all that work you have," he smirked.

"All those Quidditch practices," Lee added with his own smirk.

"And all that spare time you spend flirting with Harry," George finished making me blush and look at the floor. The three of them just kept their gazes on me, smirks obvious on their faces. "Has the young Mr Potter caught our popsicle's heart?"

I glared up at him slightly making him chuckle, "He's my best friend," I shrugged at him.

"And the only time you ever blush is if he's around or someone mentions him," Fred told me, "You guys are always together and he's always holding your hand, and..."

"Shut up," I groaned at him, my face heating up again.

"Have you kissed him yet?" Lee smirked making me shoot him my glare, he raised his eyebrow.

"No," I defended making the three of them grin widely.

"Was it on the lips?" Fred insisted.

"No," I snapped at him, "Okay, I kissed his cheek but that's about it. He wouldn't even know I liked him if I flat out told him to his face. He'd probably think I was joking."

"Aww babe," George cooed as Fred pulled me into a hug.

"Whatever," I sighed before getting up, "I'm going to bed. I'll see you guys in the morning for the match."

The next morning was very bright but it was cold too. The Great Hall was filled with the smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match. I skipped in to the room happily, smiling and waving at people who greeted me as I passed them. It didn't take long before I plonked down into the seat next to Harry.

"You've got to eat some breakfast," Hermione was saying to him.

"I don't want anything," Harry sighed, this had obviously been going on for a while.

"Just a bit of toast?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not hungry," he groaned making me take his hand from the table and stoke soothing circles on the back, he turned his head to look at me.

"You're nervous," I commented simply making him give me a weak smile. "You'll be fine."

"You need your strength," Seamus but in from my other side, "Seekers are always the ones who get nobbled by the other team."

"Thanks Seamus," I snapped at him, "That helped a lot." Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Harry and gave him a wide eyed, pleading look, "Just eat something, please?"

"No," he groaned making me pout and widen my eyes into a full force puppy dog gaze, "Don't..." I made myself look as hopeless as possible and he groaned before grabbing a piece of toast and biting some off.

A large grin crossed my face at this and he rolled his eyes, I pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning to get some breakfast for myself. I caught the small blush that crept up his neck as well as the smirks that crossed Fred and George's faces.

"Okay men," Oliver announced as we all sat in the changing rooms.

"And women," Angelina Johnson corrected making him nod.

"And Women," he agreed, "This is it."

"The big one," Fred commented.

"The one we've all been waiting for," George added making me bite my lip to smother a giggle.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred explained to Harry and me, "We were on the team last year."

"Shut up you two," Oliver snapped at the two of them, "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win, I know it." He glared around at us as if to say, 'or else'. "Right, it's time. Good luck, all of you."

I took Harry's hand and pulled him after the other's with me, smiling at him reassuringly... he looked a little green. "Hey," I whispered softly as we walked onto the field, he turned his head to me, "You'll be fine... I promise."

He gulped slightly before nodding weakly and squeezing my hand gently as we stepped up to the team and faced Madam Hooch and the Slytherins.

"Now I want a fair game, all of you," she said to us all, but she aimed it mostly at the Slytherins, some of which had their gazes locked on me. "Mount your brooms please."

With that I let Harry's hand go with a small smile at him and hopped onto my Nimbus 2000. When Hooch gave a loud blast of her whistle I kicked off hard and swooped down to retrieve the Quaffle as it was released. I blocked everything out and belted down the pitch before catching sight of Angelina and tossing it over to her.

My eyes scanned the pitch as I swerved around Adrian Pucey and headed to where Flint had intercepted a pass between Angelina and Katie Bell... he was going to sc... false alarm. Wood saved it and tossed it towards me with a wink making me smirk and set off in towards the Slytherin goal posts.

"Heads up Popsicle!" I heard George's voice call out making me turn slightly and slothgrip roll out of the way of an oncoming Bludger. Once I was back upright I tossed the Quaffle to Katie and full pelted the Nimbus to head forwards, accepting the ball back I tossed it at Miles Bletchley who was Slytherin Keeper, but he dove, missed and a broad grin crossed my face at the sound of the Gryffindor cheers.

"That's 10 – 0 to Gryffindor," I heard Lee Jordan's commentating as I swooped around and accepted the high five coming my way from Angelina.

"Pucey has the Quaffle," I heard Lee comment as I raced after said Slytherin, "He dodges, two bludgers, two Weasleys and Chaser Bell..." My eyes landed on a flash of gold cross in front of me after swooping past Pucey, "Wait a minute, was that the Snitch?"

Everyone but Harry and the Slytherin Seeker, Terrance Higgs had stopped playing to watch the two. Harry was faster and a smirk spread across my face as I watched the two until it darkened into a scowl. Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose making Harry's broom swerve off course.

I darted down to Harry and stopped next to him, wide eyed with worry, "Are you okay?" I asked him simply making him nod. "Penalty shot, Gryffindor!" Hooch announced and I turned to the other two Chasers to catch their attention.

"Sarah?" Wood shouted.

"I've got this one!" I called back before collecting the Quaffle from Hooch and flying to the Slytherin goals, Bletchley smirked at me and I smirked back before swooping past him, sending the ball into the goal.

Once play started again, I kept an eye on Harry as I played, making sure none of the Slytherins went too far for my liking. So it wasn't long before I caught sight of his broom steadily rising and bucking randomly. "Prewitt!" Wood screamed at me as I completely ignored Flint flying past me with the Quaffle but I could only gasp as Harry was suddenly lurched from his broom.

"Harry!" I screamed slightly as I flew for him, he was only holding on by his fingertips. Every time I got close to him his broom rose higher making me drop back and fly under him just in case. "Harry?" He looked down to me, pale with fear. "I'm here." He nodded stiffly before he cringed slightly at the strain of holding on.

"Try to pull yourself up!" I called up to him making him nod again and swing his legs, once he was safely seated he sent me a weak grin before flying off towards the ground. I turned in shock to watch him, and I gave a confused sound as he clamped his hand over his mouth before falling to his knees on the grass and coughing like he was going to go sick.

I watched in worry as something gold popped out of his mouth before he held it up, "I've got the Snitch!" he called to us all making me grin and fly down to him, diving at him in a hug.

"You did it!" I grinned at him as I locked my arms around him making him chuckle and hug me back.