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Kicked off the damn Quidditch team. I couldn't freaking believe it. I'm to the point of my anger where I can't even yell even though all I want to do is yell and curse and hex that old toad woman and that stupid ferret face Slytherin into oblivion.

I was mad at Umbridge and Draco for obvious reasons. I was mad at Harry for letting me go, though I'm pretty much over it now seeing as how ferret face insulted his mum too. But mostly, I was mad at myself for letting that stupid little boy rile me up. I mean, hell, at least I have a mum who actually cares about me. It shouldn't matter how much money we have or lack thereof.

Now one of the only things that gave me enjoyment this year was locked up in Umbridge's office.

I wandered aimlessly around the castle, trying not to lash out at all the people who stared and whispered as I passed. Two days had passed and they were still talking about it.

I was about to head up to the Common room when I saw Angelina talking to Melody, who looked positively nervous. "But – Angelina, I can't –"

"Look, Melody, Harry told me that you'd make a good Beater and I need one more," Angelina said. "I just want you to come to practice once. If it doesn't work out, it's okay, but I'm desperate and I'm begging you. Just come to practice."

"Thank you." Angelina finally looked up at me. She nodded her head in greeting. I didn't return it. "I'll see you later Melody."

She walked past me, leaving me alone with Melody, who was smiling now. "George did you hear –"

"Yeah, I heard. Congratulations to you." I walked past her.

No, no, no! What was I doing? I wasn't supposed to be mad at her!

She followed after me, looking confused. "George – Are you . . . mad at me? I thought you'd be –"

"What?"

"Happy for me."

"Happy for you? Why on earth would I be happy, Melody? I've just gotten Quidditch taken from me and you go and replace me? Why am I supposed to be happy about it?"

"Because you knew how much I wanted to be a Beater."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd join the Quidditch team until after I left! This was my position! It's been my position for six years!"

"I don't get why you're blaming this all on me! It is not my fault that you flew off at the handle and beat the bloody hell out of Malfoy! And it is not my fault that Angelina practically begged me to do it for her! What did you want me to do, say no?"

"Yes! That would have been the decent thing to do!"

"Then I guess the decent thing to do now is cancel my trip to Hogsmeade with you next Saturday and to tell you that you're a right git, George Weasley!" She stormed off and I cursed under my breath.

"Melody! Melody wait, come back!"

But she wouldn't listen (well, duh). Frustrated, I ran my fingers through hair, tugging at it.

Well, there went the other thing that made me happy this year.

How stupid could I get?

I sat at Melody's first Quidditch practice, even though I was technically not supposed to be out here (part of the ban). She was really quite good, though how she managed to stay on the broom, I wasn't sure. She was spot on with her hits and strong too. I'd have to tell her that when I went to apologize.

The practice ended and the team flew down and into the locker room. Looking around quickly I followed.

Angelina had just finished her end practice speech when I walked in. She smiled at me and walked over.

"So?" I asked, nodding at Melody, who was rubbing her batting arm.

"She'll work out," Angelina said. "She's not great, but she's good. With a little practice, she'd probably be spectacular What do you think?"

"The same," I said.

"Why don't you go help her out? Looks like she's in a bit of pain."

I nodded, hesitantly heading over to Melody. She was still angry, I could tell, as she glanced up at me for a moment, her expression hard. I sat down in front of her.

"You're great," I said as way of apology. She looked up at me finally. "I'm mean, really, really great. I was mad the other day, still, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Forgiven?"

"Maybe," she said, her voice slightly strained but there was a smile on her face. Smiling back I took hold of her arm, taking out my wand. "You'll get used to swinging the bat soon enough. You just haven't played in a while so it's going to be a bit rough. If you want, I can teach you the spell to make the pain fade for a moment."

"That'd be great." We were hilariously quiet for a minute. I realized that every one else was gone.

"So," I said. "Are we still on for Hogsmeade next weekend?"

Melody rolled her eyes, still smiling. "If we must."

Finally, our eyes caught. The smile slowly faded from Melody's face. I only saw that because my eyes slipped down to her lips. I put down my wand, my other hand slipping up her arm to her face, cupping her cheek. Her eyes widened in surprise before drooping halfway closed. My thumb ran over her lips once before I leaned forward to kiss her.

It was a minute before she kissed back, her hand lifting to go around my neck. This was even better than I'd ever thought it would be.

Suddenly she stopped, sitting back alarmed. "I – uh, I've got to go."

She jumped to her feet and raced out of the locker room, leaving me in shock.

What the hell just happened?"