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Enjoy. . .

Annabeth POV

First quidditch game, ever. Never have I ever played a game and today was the day it would change. Percy, Thalia and Nico were in the stands wearing red and yellow scarfs along with Harry and Ginny. Me on the other hand, I was down on the pitch, over my broom ready to take off, Harry and Ron in the same position.

Once the whistle blew all Hades broke loose. I was one of the most amazing adventures of my life. The adrenaline. The reflex needed. Everything.

My battle reflex helped with the bludgers and actually everything else. I was stolen as well and every time I shot the quaffle it would be too hard to defend. And also it seemed that the others were just plain scared of me. Oh well. . .

But one thing that had been ticking me off for the whole match were the Slytherins that were watching the game. They kept on chanting this stupid song about Ron. I felt truly sorry for him, and it looked like he didn't like it either for he sucked at keeping.

In a matter of seconds Harry had managed to get the Snitch. Angelina came to compliment me. "You did great Chase-" she zoomed off towards Harry. I followed her.

We both dismounted our brooms and helped Harry up from the pitch. "Are you all right?" I asked.

" 'Course I am," said Harry grimly, taking my hand and allowing me to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming toward one of the Slytherin players above me, though I could not see who it was at this angle.

"It was that thug, Crabbe," said Angelina angrily. "He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch - but we won, Harry, we won!"

At that moment someone hugged me firm behind. "Congratulations Wise Girl." Percy said before giving me a kiss on the lips. Nico and Thalia who were near me gagged.

I then heard a snort from behind me and I saw Harry turn around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper . . . but then he was born in a bin. . .Did you like my lyrics, Potter?"

Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.

"We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see -"

"Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.

"-we couldn't fit in useless loser either - for his father, you know -"

Fred and George had realised what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy.

"Leave it," said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. "Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little -"

"- but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay -"

Percy got hold of Harry as I grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. I looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.

"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it -"

I don't know what happened, only thing I knew was that the next moment both Harry and George were on top of Malfoy. They didn't care that there were teachers watching, they just started beating the pulp out of Malfoy. Percy sighed before sprinting to them and trying to make them stop.

"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"

I could hear girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but it didn't stop, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled "IMPEDIMENTA!" and only when the four of them were knocked over backward by the force of the spell did George and Harry abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy they could reach. . .

"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry and Percy leapt to their feet again; it was she who had hit them with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. "I've never seen behaviour like it - back up to the castle, all three of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!"

Percy scowled. "Professor I didn't-"

"Now!"

~.~.~.~

Percy POV

This is what I find unfair. What did I do? I was just trying to make them stop. Apparently it looked like I was in on the punching the little brat to a pulp. Not that I would have minded but still, I never enjoyed getting in trouble. Especially not lately be jade of that toad woman. Just saying her actual name makes me disgusted.

They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagall's office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode toward them, looking livid.

"In!" she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry and George entered without question, but is till found it unfair that I was here.

"But professor-"

She didn't spare a glance at me before ordering me inside. So much for that idea.

She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Gryffindor scarf aside onto the floor.

"Well?" she said. "I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two onto one! Explain yourselves!"

"Malfoy provoked us," said Harry stiffly.

"Provoked you?" shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto her desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. "He'd just lost, hadn't he, of course he wanted to provoke you! But what on earth he can have said that justified what you two -"

"He insulted my parents," snarled George. "And Harry's mother."

"But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle dueling, did you?" bellowed Professor McGonagall. "Have you any idea what you've-?

"Hem, hem." No. Just at the sound of the voice my blood started boiling under my skin. Why did she have to be here?

George and Harry both spun around. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that I had come to know her.

"May I help, Professor McGonagall?" asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice.

Blood rushed into Professor McGonagall's face.

"Help?" she repeated in a constricted voice. "What do you mean, 'help'?"

Professor Umbridge moved forward into the office, still smiling her sickly smile.

"Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority."

I would not have been surprised to see sparks fly from Professor McGonagall's nostrils, but alas, not the day. . .

"You thought wrong," she said, turning her back on Umbridge. "Now, you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, your behaviour was disgusting and I am giving each of you a week's worth of detention! Yes you too Jackson. Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And if either of you ever -"

WHAAAAT, a week's worth of detention, crap.

"Hem, hem."

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as though praying for patience as she turned her face toward Professor Umbridge again.

"Yes?"

"I think they deserve rather more than detentions," said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly.

Professor McGonagall's eyes flew open. "But unfortunately," she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, "it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores."

"Well, actually, Minerva," simpered Umbridge, "I think you'll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it? Cornelius just sent it. . .I mean," she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in her hand-bag, "the Minister just sent it. . .Ah yes . . ."

She had pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said.

"Hem, hem . . . 'Educational Decree Number Twenty-five . . .' " "Not another one!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.

Short story long, no wait, long story short. Percy, Fred and George got a life ban from quidditch whilst I got a day of suspension with her. Just great. . . Holy Hera I'm going to die and not only of boredom but also from Annabeth.

"And what will I be doing?" I asked as politely as I could master. The woman got sickly on my nerves.

She smiled sweetly at me. "I think lines will do."

I scowled. I turned on my heel and married out of the room. "Forget it toad- I mean professor."

"Come right back here Jackson." Dollies shouted after me, I swear I could hear snorts and chuckles coming from the others.

"Nah," I said as I opened the door. "See ya tomorrow."

A/N so yeah. Btw, I used some of the dialogue from the book, just saying. . .

Hope u liked this. I'm thinking about making Percy super badass. . .I dunno. . .

Hunter out