"Finally," cried a fifth year.

"Yes! Beater's again!" Fred and George Weasley shouted.

Oliver had just posted the Quidditch positions in the commons. Even though, I knew I didn't make the team, I walked over after the everyone left the commons to check it out. This is what I read.

Position Player

Seeker Harry Potter

I twisted my face, not exactly in hatred, but in a wishing kind of way.

"What-cha looking at?"

I turned around to see Harry.

"Just looking at the post," I said quietly.

"Oh, hey look!" he said.

He pointed to the spot after his name. It read:

Position Player Alternate

Seeker Harry Potter Aletta Zara

I gasped. "Oh my Gosh! I am on the team!" I thought.

"I didn't know you tried out!" Harry said.

"Oh, I did it for fun. I didn't really expect to make it or anything." I lied. The last thing I wanted was for him to know that he beat me. After all, we had just made up.

"Welcome to the team then," he said, holding out his hand.

I went right past his hand and hugged him. I was too happy to care that I semi hated him, because I made the team!

"I'm on the team!" I squealed.

I pushed away from him and bounced up to my dorm. I stopped when I heard a voice.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, no!" I thought. All my happiness drained out at once. I knew that voice, it, just weeks before, had been used on me when Harry announced that he was Seeker. It was an angry Ron.

"Look," Harry said. I heard a paper so I guess he had taken down the bulletin to show that I made the team.

"So, she made the team. Why was she hugging you?" he asked.

"She was excited and I was the one that pointed it out to her!" Harry said.

"Well, I was in the room, too. Why wouldn't she have picked me to hug, Harry?" Ron asked stubbornly.

I couldn't let this continue. I stepped down from the stair way and said, "I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't see you. And Harry was right, he was the one that showed me and I was excited."

"You were listening to that?" Ron asked.

"Well I just walked away and I heard you two."

"She's got a point, Ron. So don't go getting mad," Harry cut in.

"You know what? I'm going to leave you two alone. I think it's better that way," Ron huffed. In a minute he was out the portrait hole.

"That was, odd," said Harry.

"He's so touchy lately," I answered.

"I think it's because." Harry started.

".Because what?"

"He told me not to tell you."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Why?!"

"I can't!"

"Then why did you bring it up?"

"I didn't mean to, but you should be able to figure it out."

I looked at him, as though I was trying to find the answer on his face. He saw I was thinking hard so he said, "Just think, not too hard. Think about classes and meals. It'll come to you."

I sat on the girl's dorm steps. I thought about how angry Ron was when I made Harry and mad me at dinner the night he said he was seeker. That didn't tell me anything, so I thought to our class earlier today, potions.

I was partners with Dean. I remember I had a great time working with him. He cracked jokes at everything and they were all very funny. We spent the whole time talking, mostly about soccer, we both love the game, and laughing, paying little attention to our potion or the lesson. Then, I remembered when I looked over at Hermione to wave, I saw Ron behind her, looking angrily at Dean and muttering under his breath. Also, how Ron rushed over after class and insisted that I walked with him and Harry. He didn't want me to be by Dean, but by him instead. That could only mean.

I looked at Harry. He smiled at me.

"I knew you'd get it."

I just stared at him. "Ron likes me?" I thought. "That's never happened to me before! I've always been Spencer's little sister." I looked away from Harry toward the portrait hole.

Once outside, I rushed to find Ron. I listened for footsteps, but instead heard a muffled noise coming from behind a door. The door was opened slightly so it didn't make much noise. Inside was Ron, sitting on a desk facing the wall with his head in his hands. I tiptoed over to him and realized that he was crying. I walked a bit closer to him, but accidentally kicked a desk. He whipped around and I saw his tear-streaked face.

"What?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"I wanted to make sure you were o.k." I said, taking a step closer to him.

"What? With you and Harry? I'm fine, I mean it's not like I care or anything," he spat angrily.

"There's nothing between Harry and me, we're just friends. Good friends." I said, and it was true, Harry was now one of my best friends.

"Very good friends. Too good of friends," Ron said as he stood up to face me.

"Why, just because I hugged him, does it mean that I like him like that? If hugging means so much then," I said, stopping in the middle of my sentence. I walked over to Ron, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and gave him a quick hug. He looked a bit startled, then turned red.

"So, you like me as a friend?" he asked.

"Sure, why not?" I said in a teasing way.

"Good, that's good," he said, looking at his feet.

"Yeah, what say we go to the Great Hall, eh? Dinner should be starting shortly."

"You're turning British on me, Aletta."

"I am, aren't I?"