"But I don't want to go!" Raynie whined as she was being dragged to the Quidditch pitch. She hated watching sports, she would much rather play them. But Quidditch was played on broomsticks, which made it very un-appealing to Raynie, and the spectators' stands were high up in the air.

"Come on Raynie," Katie said, "it's Ravenclaw verses Hufflepuff, you have to go."

"I don't see why I have to." Raynie said straining from the grip of Katie and Lee Jordan.

"Can't we just leave her?" Lee Jordan asked, "Fred and George would forgive her."

"No, they won't." Katie told her housemate, "Besides, she needs to watch it, her house is playing."

"No I don't," Raynie said straining.

"What are you doing," Came a new voice. The tree looked up to see Charlie and a girl with canary yellow hair. "You know that could be considered manhandling." Charlie said, his prefect's badge twinkling in the sunlight.

"The Gryffindors released Raynie as if she were made of hot ember and ran. The sudden release caused Raynie to fall back, smacking the ground right at Charlie's feet.

"Hello Raindrop. This is Tonks," He said gesturing to the girl beside him.

"So you're Raindrop, Charlie tells me about you," Tonks said offering a hand, "For some reason I thought you were a Ravenclaw or something."

"Hi," Raynie said feebly as Tonks helped her to her feet.

"You don't want to go to the match?" Charlie asked Raynie.

"I don't like Quidditch." Raynie said, not looking Charlie in the eye.

"Have you ever seen a Quidditch match? Do you even know what the rules are?" Tonks asked. Raynie looked at the ground and bit her lip. "I thought so. Well how about you watch this one, to see if you like it. If you don't we can come up for valid reasons for you to show up, like detention or studying."

"Fred and George would never go for that." Raynie said, "They would expect me to sneak out."

"You know, I do have leverage over my brothers." Charlie said, "They do listen to me."

Raynie smiled at the thought. Then Tonks threw her arm around Charlie's shoulder. "And this fine fellow is going to sit with us and explain the rules to you." Tonks said, "He's the Gryffindor seeker."

Charlie looked mildy distressed, "Tonks you know I really should sit with my house, you know how my brothers get and I'm a"

"What's a seeker?" Raynie interrupted. The two seventh years looked at her shocked. They had expected her to know at least that much.

"We'll start at the beginning," Charlie said, putting his hand on her back to steer her towards the stands, "there are four balls…"

After watching the game, Raynie discovered she enjoyed watching the game. It was different from any other sport she had ever seen, and the commentary was just plain funny. Mostly it was because Charlie would cheer whenever the Ravenclaws scored, he had made a bet with Tonks on which team would win, and would receive glares, and the occasional drink, thrown at him from the Hufflepuffs whom they were sitting with. Raynie thought they might have dome more it he wasn't a prefect.

In the end Hufflepuff won, so the whole house was going to have a part in the common room, where everybody discussed the game. Raynie grew bored very quickly. After an hour or so, she saw someone hiding behind the curtain. Slowly she crept towards the figure.

"You don't look to happy to be here," Raynie commented, the figure stiffened, "You want to get a snack with me?"

"I don't think I can get out without being noticed," the person said, reveling them as a male.

"Leave that to me." She said reaching into her pocket for the dung bomb. Weasley (twin) rule number 22, Never be caught without a dung bomb. "Meet me in the corridor." Raynie said before she began creeping towards the crowd.

She hid behind one of the large plush arm chairs before she pulled the Dung bomb out of her pocket. Removing it from the plastic bag, to keep her clothes clean and stink free, she could feel the power she now held. Praying for a good hit she threw it upwards and over the chair.

There was a scream, and the smell began to spread around the room. People began fussing or panicking. It was so easy to get out, it was almost no fun. She wiped her hand on a curtain before she left.

"That was brilliant Raynie," The lone person in the corridor said. He was smiling, and she remembered him as the Seeker.

"You know my name?" Raynie asked nervously.

"How could I not?" He laughed, "You make such a spectacle of yourself."

"Wow… I feel bad, I can't remember yours right now." Raynie admitted.

"Well I can't really be offended because we've never been formally introduced," He said with amusement in his voice, "I'm Cedric."

"Do you have a last name to go with that, so I can forget it almost immediately afterwards?" Raynie asked the older boy.

"Diggory."

"Well Mr. Diggory shall we head towards the kitchen?"

"You know where it is?" Cedric said quizzically as he offered her is arm. Raynie took it and immediately began pulling him in the right direction.

"You don't? It's really close." Rraynie stopped before a painting of a bowl of fruit. Before Cedric could speak she began to tickle it. The boy was about to call her a mad woman when it swung open to reveal a hole, and the smell of food.

"How did you figure that out?" Cedric asked "I know I never would have."

"Dinky told me" Raynie said calmly as she entered the kitchen.

"Dinky?"

"A house elf from the laundry room." Raynie explained to him before turning to the elves, "May I please have some fruit?"

"Yes Miss Raynie!" the elves squeeked, "what would you like sir?"

"Erm… the same" Cedic said uncertainly.

The elves ushered the pair to a table. Cedric looked around taking it all in. There were four long tables, the exact size as the ones in the Great Hall and there were dozens of house elves bustling around the kitchen in their little non-clothes uniform.

"How did you discover the laundry room?" Cedric asked as he sat down.

"I fell," Raynie said selecting a pear.

"Are you going to elaborate on that?" Cedric asked.

His only reply was a smug smile followed by as bite of fruit. Cedric laughed and helped himself to an orange.

The two talked for quite a while, Cedric was shocked to learn that even though bother her parents are wizards, she was raised as a muggle. Raynie in turn was curious on how most Wizzarding families raised their children. However the house elves informed the pair that they would be late for bed if they did not leave soon. Filling the children's pockets the elves practically threw them into the corridor. Laughing they walked back to their common room holding hands.

"We have to talk more sometime." Cedric said as the entered the empty common room.

"I thought this was a one-time thing." Rayne said, pulling her hand from his.

"Why would you think that?" he asked leaning on the back of a lounge chair.

"Because, as of today you are , Cedric Diggory, Hero of Hufflepuff house, while I am Raynie day, the resident loser-of-points." Raynie said, "It wouldn't work, not with the crowd I run with."

"We could make it work," he said grabbing her hand again, "Besides, our reputations are perfect for each other's predicament."

"How so?" Raynie asked.

"You hang with me, you're not with them."

"I like them"

"Ok, I'll keep an eye on you, to keep you from losing too many points, and you can help me sto being The Golden Boy."

"You wouldn't be The Golden Boy if you just quit the Quidditch team." Raynie pointed out, and he shook his head.

"Not really an option, I love the game to much." He said, "But I do want to give this a try, I would like you to be my friend."

"Ok, Lets do this."

It turned out to be quite impossible to hate Cedric Diggory, but Fred and George got pretty darn close. They hated that Raynie began to sit with her house again, even if it was just one meal a day. It infuriated that she would deny their company at times, to spend more time with 'Cedric.' They spent their times plotting ways to separate the two, or just stalked them via the map, planning never to let Raynie see it.