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Chapter Ten: No Quidditch?

Evangline's eyes fluttered open, and surprisingly the room was pitch black; the only source of light was a candle, whose wax was pouring over the side an old desk. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she glanced to her side, and smiled. There, leaning against the stone wall was Darren, sound asleep, his chest rising and falling at an even pace.

Evangline began to get up, but found in increasingly hard to move the more she pushed. Her gaze shifted towards her waist, where she found Darren's arm tightly wrapped around her. She smiled, and slipped her fingers underneath his hand, loosening his grip. Darren mumbled something, and shifted on to his other side.

Quickly scurrying from his outstretched hands, Evangline hopped up. While glancing at the clock; which read 11:30, the sudden feeling that she forgot something began to drag down her thoughts. She closed her eyes, and searched her mind; finally it came to her, detention. Her eyes widened, I'm late for detention … and it's with my father! I'm so dead …

Running for the door Evangline meant to leave, but glancing back down she saw Darren and just couldn't resist, bending down she dropped one last, kiss to his forehead. Then quickly dashing from the room, Evangline made her way towards detention.

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Harry paced his quarters, Where is she? She was supposed to be here two hours ago! His thoughts reeled with continues questions, all concerning Evangline. He heaved a sigh, and plopped down amongst the plush pillows. His eyes traveled over the many objects of the room, before landing upon the spot he had just recently stood. He couldn't believe what his eyes were revealing to him; there carved in the stone floor were the traces of foot prints, overlapping each other in a straight line.

Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes, Oh, bloody hell … now im seeing things. Just then Evangline burst through the door, breathing heavy and clutching her side. Catching her breath, she turned and closed the door, and briskly walked towards her father, joining him on the couch.

She bit her lip furiously, nervous she spoke, "I'm so sorry father … I guess I lost track of time … you see I was working on trans-"

"Oh, don't lie to me! I'm not bloody idiot!" Harry hissed

Evangline became silent. "You were with that boy again weren't you?" he demanded

"I-"

"Even after, I specifically forbid you to see him!"

"But-"

"No buts!" Harry sighed, "I can't believe im saying this … but, I see no other choice"

Evangline's eyes filled with terror, "No … please no …"

"No quidditch, not until you can learn to obey me!" Harry said, sternly

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Authors Note: Ok, im sorry I never mentioned this before but, Evangline plays on the Gryffindor quidditch team. She's the seeker, just like her father and has impeccable skills in the sport. Once again, sorry for not mentioning this before hand!

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"What? You can't do this! It's the last game of the season; this game finalizes who goes to the cup!"

"I don't care; they'll just have to play without you"

"I can't believe this! You have no idea what you're doing-"

"Well, you're going to have to deal with it! Because, until you listen to me, and actually obey my rules you won't play …" Harry could have sworn he heard her heart smash into a thousand tiny pieces as he said this.

"I can't believe you! You of all people should understand how important this is to me!"

"I do! But, you don't seem to understand how you and Darren having a relationship affects me!" Harry countered, through gritted teeth

Evangline sighed, "I don't understand why you care so much! Darren is a much better person than Malfoy! He's-"

"No, I don't want to hear it! My ruling is final … you are never to see him again! Understood?"

Evangline did not respond, instead she stormed to the portrait, flung it open and fled from the room. Harry remained seated, closing his eyes; he let out a frustrated sigh. Why did she have to be so difficult? He had to talk to Ginny; she was the only one who would understand.

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Evangline walked briskly down the corridor, steam practically flying from her ears. He such a pain in my –

"Whoa!" a male voice gasped, as the two were flung to the ground

"Oh my gosh, im so sorry" Evangline said quickly, getting up and extending a helpful hand

"It's quite alright I wasn't hurt – Evangline?" Ryan asked, shocked

"Oh, hello Ryan …" she became suddenly shy. The two hadn't spoken since there little incident in the great hall; a most uncomfortable situation.

"Hello. What are you doing down here? It's past midnight!"

"I should be asking you the same question!" Evangline laughed

"Oh, I was coming back from perfect duties, you?" Ryan said, casually

"My father, I was late for his detention, and then we had an argument …" Evangline ran a hand over her face, heaving a sigh. "I didn't know you were a perfect," she said, changing subjects. "Is it difficult? I heard, it was a pretty annoying job"

The two began walking side by side, "No, not really. Although it's not all its cut out to be" he said, rolling his eyes while smiling

Evangline giggled. "So, what did your father and you row about?" he pestered. Why did I even say anything? She thought, finally giving in, she explained her situation to him.

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Harry bustled about his quarters, as he searched for his cloak. Finally he found his treasure, and headed for the fireplace. If he was ever going to end this relationship, he was going to need help, and Ginny was his only option.

Stepping into the dusty fireplace, he shouted his destination; making sure to pronounce everything perfectly. Then in a gust of wind, green flames surrounded him, engulfing him quickly and he disappeared within minutes.

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"So, you see, now im not allowed to play in the next match! Which, by the way is the final match, which determines who plays in the quidditch cup!" Evangline finished, flames burning in her eyes.

"Wow, I feel sorry for you" Ryan said with sympathy

"I would feel sorry for me too …" Evangline replied gloomily

Ryan laughed, before realizing the two had stopped walking. "Well, this looks like your stop, I should probably get going …"

He began to walk away when Evangline shouted, "No! Wait!"

Ryan stopped dead in his tracks, turning around he raised a questioning brow. "Well, im not really tired … and I was wondering if you wanted to chat, a bit more?" Evangline asked, biting her lip

Ryan smiled, "Sure, sounds fun" Walking up to her side, the couple entered the Gryffindor common room. Sitting down on the couch, they began to talk, avoiding the touchy subject of Darren, and just focusing on other … things. Eventually, it became extremely late, and Ryan had to leave.

"Well, see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow …" Ryan began to exit through the portrait, "Wait!"

Ryan turned around, halted once again by Evangline's words. "I had a lot of fun, we should do this again sometime?" she inquired

"Yeah, me too" leaving with only these few words, Ryan left the Gryffindor common room, and wandered off down the corridor.

Smiling more to herself, than anyone Evangline began making her way up towards the girls dormitories. As she entered the room, she was surprised not to find everyone asleep, and was even more surprised that the one not sleeping was Amy. Sitting on her bed, Amy had curled into a little ball, and was crying.

Evangline rushed to her side, "What's wrong? What happened?" she asked, concerned

Amy unburied herself from the blankets and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Its … Ben … he … we" she sniffled

"Come down and just explain" Evangline said, calmly

Amy took in a deep breath, letting out she began. "Well, he sort of … broke up with me" Tears filled her eyes, and she broke down.

"Why?" Evangline demanded

"For … some … other … girl"

Evangline trembled with anger, How could he? That bastard! Turning towards Amy Evangline put a comforting arm around her, "Bens a bastard! He doesn't deserve someone like you!"

Amy smiled, and wiped her tear stained cheeks, "Thanks Eve. That really helps … looking at it from that point of view"

"Your welcome, just forget him! He's not worth you time. Now, if you excuse me, im going to go to bed," she smiled, "Night!"

Stripping herself of her robes, Evangline slipped into some pjs and quickly hopped in bed; cuddling up amongst the sweet smelling sheets. Closing her eyes, Evangline drifted off to sleep.

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Harry entered the hospital room, quietly closing the door behind him; he made his way towards his sleeping angle. There lying peacefully amongst glistening white sheets, was Ginny. Hair spread out, upon the plush white pillow, a small smile played upon her lips. Harry pulled a chair up, sitting down at her left side; he stroked a stay stand of hair from her eyes.

"Ginny," he whispered, she stirred, eyes fluttering open

"Harry?" she questioned

"Yes, honey its me"

"What are you doing here, its 2 o'clock in the morning?"

"I need some advice … it's about Evangline"

"Oh, no … what happened? Is she alright? Did she get into trouble-" Harry silenced her with a finger.

"No, no, everything is fine … it's just this whole relationship with Malfoy's son …"

"Oh, no … not this again. What happened now?"

"She bloody went off and saw him! After, I specifically said not too!" Harry said, enraged. "I can't believe her; she would have never done this in the past! Never! Not, until bloody Darren came along!"

"Did you ever think, that maybe she truly does love him?" Ginny interrupted

"No … she couldn't! It's impossible!"

"Impossible to you and I perhaps, but to her … its obvious it's not" Ginny reasoned. "Darling, you just have to let things take their course, maybe this is how things were meant to be"

Harry sighed, "But-"

"No, don't … I know you find this impossible to believe, and trust me … so do I! But, it seems our daughter is falling for, our worst enemy's son and there's nothing we can do about it! So just give it a rest, and consider what I said, ok?" she lectured

Harry rolled his eyes, "I suppose your right … but, im not happy about this!" he grumbled

Ginny just smiled, and sat up, placing a sweet, tender kiss to his lips. "Good"

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Authors Note: So, whatcha think? Huh? Good, Bad? Well, please review and tell me all of your thoughts! Thanks