Not So Innocent III

by CuteDiva

Hermione stormed out of Defense Against the Dark Arts when the final bell rang. The rest of the class, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike, walked out of the classroom chattering excitedly. Fleur Delacour their new D.A.D.A. teacher! What a shock! Everyone thought this was cool. Finally, a teacher closer to their age! Class was going to be easy as pie. Hermione, however, wasn't very happy about this.

She stormed into her room, dug her diary out from under the mattress, and began to write furiously.

Dear Diary,

Ugh! You would not believe what a hell I have just been through. Fleur Delacour is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! What does she know about teaching, our D.A.D.A., for that matter. That bitch. You should have seen all the guys drooling over that bimbo. Stupid half veela. I've hated her ever since she came to Hogwarts last year with her Beauxbatons crowd. But, oh, not Ron. Ron LOVES her. I could have filled a gas tank with all the drool he poured out. GAG! My cousin Courtney in the States talks about whores like her that she has to deal with at her school all the time. Oh, Diary, if I survive this school year, I'll be lucky. This is war, Diary. War against Fleur Delacour. And you better bet that I'm going to win.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Parvati or Lavender or something, she grunted "Come in." Cautiously, the door was opened. It was Harry.

"Uh, Hermione, are you okay? We have to go to Transfiguration in 5 minutes," he said.

"I don't feel like going," Hermione said. "Tell Professor McGonagall I'm in the hospital wing. Professor Delacour has made me severely ill."

Harry grinned. "I know what this is about," he said, smiling mischievously.

"What?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes wide.

"Ron. You can't stand him looking at other girls. It annoys you, doesn't it, Hermione? You and him both. You two couldn't be more obvious. You two like eachother, and you just try to con yourselves into thinking you don't because you are too scared of what it could be like."

"Shut up, Harry!" Hermione yelled. "You don't know what you're talking about."

She grabbed her backpack, stomping her way to the door. She was just about to leave when she stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at Harry quietly. "Are you coming?" she asked him.

Wordlessly, but still grinning like a demented clown on crack, he followed her out the door.

***

"Okay, ballads in the basket," Fred Weasley said, passing around a small wicker basket to the crowd of Gryffindors gathered in the common room. Now, the number of people in the Quidditch team was reduced to Fred, George, and Harry. One of them would become captain, and would have to decide who would replace Oliver Wood as Keeper, and Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet as Chasers. Now that was not going to be an easy task.

But now, the only problem was to decide who would be Captain. Every single person in Gryffindor had voted, and now the ballots rested in the basket Fred held. A total of 42 pieces of parchment were folded and deposited, and each concealed an anonymous vote. Harry thought this voting was a waste of time. Either Fred or George were going to get Captain. Why even put him in the running?

The votes were tallied. One for Fred... one for George... one for Harry... two for George...

Eleven for Fred... Twelve for George... Ten for Harry. It was a close race. Only nine votes left.

One for Harry...

Two for Fred...

One for George...

Three for Harry...

One for Fred...

One for George...

It was a three way tie! Fourteen votes each! Everyone in the common room stared at the three. Now what?

"Care for a game of Exploding Snap?" George asked.

***

The game was on. Hermione and Ron and the rest of the common room watched as Fred beat George, George beat Harry, Harry beat Fred. They played again and again, Lee Jordan keeping score, until it was tied 5 wins each. The final game. Harry played Fred, and won. Fred played George, and won. George played Harry, and lost. Finally, it was Fred against Harry.

Harry looked at his hand carefully. He picked the most promising card, a king, and placed it on the table.

Fred stared at the card in awe. Defeated, he placed down his highest card. A queen. For a second there was silence in the common room. A stunned, expectant silence. Then, it sounded as if a bomb erupted. Harry was in the middle of a many armed hug. He tried to take in what had just happened.

"I'm captain," he said disbelievingly.

Fred and George, good sports as always, shouted, "Say it loud, Harry!"

Harry filled his lungs with air and shouted as loud as he could, "I'M CAPTAIN!"

A/N: Not that much romance in this part, but I hope you enjoyed it. Bet you can't guess who will be the four new members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, can you? If you have a good guess, email me (but no viruses!!!!!!!!!!!). The winner will be announced in the chapter that reveals who gets placed on the team, and the winner gets... well, nothing. But you get the recognition and the ego inflation, so give it a shot! And REVIEW!