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The last Quidditch match of the year was rapidly approaching - and it was a big one, winner takes all.

The seven members of Gryffindor's team were gathered around Oliver and his miniature Quidditch set. Deena longingly looked over at them and then back at the Transfiguration notes she was supposed to be taking. Even Potter was smiling for a change.

Then a familiar voice spoke from behind her. "That's what you get for dating a Quidditch captain." It was Lee Jordan. "A fanatical one at that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Deena asked defensively as Lee took a seat beside her.

"You've looked over at him seven times since you sat down and you haven't taken a single note."

"Yes but I-" Deena looked at her book. "I've read at least two paragraphs."

"Anyway, I was going to ask you a question. Well, a series of questions, actually." Lee thought for a moment. "Maybe its more like a series of statements."

"Okay!"

"Well I have this friend who likes this girl. But my friend is also friends with the girl he likes and he happens to know, because of his friendship with the girl, that the girl he likes likes someone else who my friend also happens to be friends with. Do you follow?"

Deena nodded slowly. "You like Angelina but she likes Fred."

"Yeah-" Lee began but stopped short. "No!" Then he added quietly, "How did you know that?"

Deena chuckled. "Ah, the woes of young love," she said dramatically.

"Well, what do propose I do?" Lee said in a small voice.

Deena shrugged. "Look for someone else. Hogwarts is chock-full of single girls I hear." She flashed him a quick smile and then looked back to her notes.

*

"Lee? Lee Jordan?" Angelina was appalled. "Lee Jordan?"

Deena laughed. "Yes, now keep it down you prat, I'm not sure he wanted me to tell you."

"I can't take this."

"Oh, don't be so melodramatic. It's just a crush, I'd be flattered if I was you." Deena leaned against the bureau and fiddled with her uncomfortable uniform tie.

"Of course you can say that, you've got the most perfect boyfriend in the world!" Just as the words escaped her lips, Angelina's eyes grew wide and she clamped a hand over her mouth. "I didn't mean that, you know I didn't mean that..." Angelina immediately evinced.

"I didn't hear a thing," Deena assured with a smile.

Resigned, Angelina plopped onto her bed with a sigh. Just then, the door opened to reveal Alicia. Fired up once again, Angelina flew from her perch and cried, "Lee Jordan!"

Alicia froze in puzzlement as Lee poked his head through the door. "Yes?"

Angelina's jaw fell to the floor and Deena burst into laughter. After a good minute of composing herself, Angelina cleared her throat and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I was just accompanying my fine lady friend to her suite so that she could retrieve her schoolwork," Lee teased with a wink. Alicia gathered her papers and swatted Lee with them.

"You're completely daft," she grinned, pecking him on the cheek. She walked out the door and instead of following her, Lee scampered into the room and jokingly through his arms around Deena.

"Thanks for your advice," he grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

The moment he walked (pranced, actually) out the door, Angelina started up again. "What advice, Dee? What advice did you give him?"

"I told him that if he really thought you wouldn't go for him maybe he should look for someone else and apparently he did. Didn't look to far, now did he?"

"Alicia?! He gave up on me for Alicia? What exactly does Alicia have that I don't."

"Lee Jordan, at the moment."

"Alicia?!"

"Angelina, she's your best friend. And what are you getting so nutty for anyway? What's gotten into you?"

"Boys. I hate them. Simply detest them."

"Fred?"

Angelina nodded.

"Let's hear it," Deena said with a sigh.

*

"Girls just aren't as fantastic as they're made out to be."

"If I didn't know exactly how your brain worked, I'd take offense to that. I know you tend to forget but I am, in fact, a girl."

"I don't know how Oliver puts up with you," Fred said with a shake of his head.

"That, however; I'll take as a compliment." Deena smiled widely.

Oliver sneaked up behind Deena and kissed her head. "Hey you," he said, squatting down beside her chair.

"All right?" Deena asked.

"All right," Oliver said. "George?"

"I'm Fred."

"That's what I said."

"I'm just dandy."

"Are you ready for a nice vigorous Quidditch practice?"

Fred groaned. "Wood, its Sunday!"

"No one's using the pitch!" Oliver exclaimed. "You're friendly with Potter, don't you want to him win back those 150 points he lost?"

"No! Why don't you take Potter out there to practice making up for his 150 points."

"Practice. Fifteen minutes. Be there. Dee, could you get the girls for me?"

Deena pouted and Oliver gave her a quick kiss. "Please?"

Deena twirled into her room. "Paging Angelina and Alicia!" she said. "Miss Spinnet, Miss Johnson are you here?"

"No." came a bitter reply from behind Noel's bed curtains.

"Have you seen them?"

"No," came the same sour reply.

"Well, thank you for all of your help, darling. You've been quite the philanthropist." Just as Deena was about to leave she decided to make a quick pit stop. When she turned the intricate handle on the bathroom door, however, she found it locked. She knocked and called, "Hellooo? Who's in there."

"No one," spoke a familiar voice.

"Alicia? When you're finished up meet the team at the pitch. Impetuous Wood has called practice." There was a small pause. "Do you know where Angelina is?" Alicia didn't answer. "Are you all right in there?" Silence. Deena sighed. "Alicia, is this about Lee?" Her continued silence told Deena all she needed to know. "I'll tell Wood you're not coming."

Deena sauntered to the pitch to report the news of the missing chasers. Upon arriving, though; she found that Katie and Angelina were already there. Lee Jordan was present as well. She spotted Oliver in the middle of the pitch impatiently twirling his broom.

"Darling, I regret to inform you that Alicia will not be attending practice today," Deena said in an uppity tone.

"What," Oliver asked with an exasperated sigh.

"She appears to be having some troubles with a certain lad," Deena emphasized that last part with a not-so-inconspicuous jerk of her head.

"Lee?"

"Lee."

"Jordan!" Oliver bellowed.

Lee trotted from where he had been laughing along with the Weasleys.

"I need you," Oliver began through clenched teeth, "to stop becoming 'romantically involved' with my players until the house Quidditch cup is securely planted in Gryffindor's possession. Do you understand?"

Deena was bright red with concealed giggles and Lee was unsuccessfully masking a smirk as he nodded with Wood's instructions.

"And you," Oliver said whipping around to face Deena, "Suit up, you're going in.

"What?!" she exclaimed.

"You heard me. You're the only reserve here and besides, you could use the practice."

"But I'm a seeker!"

"Oh please," Oliver scoffed.

"Wooood!" Deena whined pulling on Oliver's robes.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Oliver joked, planting a kiss on her nose. "Now get changed."

With a defiant "Hmph," Deena pulled out her wand and pointed it at herself. "Cloakariamus," she said and her sloppy uniform transformed into a set of practice robes.

"That's my girl," Oliver grinned.

*

There was an audible buzz of excitement heard from the common room throughout Gryffindor tower - the great Quidditch match would be played the following afternoon. Harry seemed sulky and quiet - which wasn't unusual in these past couple of weeks - but besides he and his friends, Ron and Hermione, everyone was wearing a grin and school spirit was running high.

Everyone was laughing and chatting away when Oliver abruptly announced, "Time for bed, team! We need to be bright and chipper in the morning."

Deena, who was standing at Oliver's side and clasping his hand, pouted. "I don't want you to go," she said giving him a small kiss.

"I don't want to go either, but if I don't than none of the team will."

Deena sighed and made a sulky face. "Fine."

Oliver stared at her with exasperation. "Okay, you win. Meet me down here at 12:30, the common room should be empty."

Deena smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you there."

"Wood! We're not leaving 'til you do!"

Oliver smiled halfheartedly at whichever Weasley it was who yelled that and started toward the stairs.

After the team retreated to their respective dorms, Deena plopped onto a couch next to Lee Jordan.

"Doesn't the announcer have to go to bed early?" She asked with a smirk.

"Doesn't the reserve seeker?"

"Not when she's dating the captain," Deena smiled widely, "So, how's the girl situation?"

"What situation?" he said morosely.

"That bad, huh?"

Lee nodded.

They sat and talked for a while as the common room slowly thinned out. Soon Lee and Deena and Harry, Ron and Hermione were the only occupants of the room. They decided to head up to bed. It was only 12 o'clock. Deena sat fidgeting on her bed, waiting for the time to go. She was laying on her bed, counting the paisleys that patterned her canopy when Oliver's whisper broke the dead silence.

"Let's go," he said grabbing her hand.

They stumbled through the dark to the common room where the fire was just dying. Oliver grinned and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the smoldering embers and a flame jumped into the fireplace. That's when they noticed that the common room wasn't completely empty.

They heard a sort of grunting noise from across the room and, upon investigating, discovered a younger classmate under the unfortunate effects of the Petrificus Totalus charm. Deena clamped a hand over her mouth. "What should we do?" she squealed.

"I don't know... do you know the counter-curse?"

"No," he exchanged a nervous look with Deena. "Should we get McGonagall?"

"I suppose."

They ran to McGonagall's private quarters and nervously reported the news. She accompanied them to common room and asked them to remain quiet and return to their dorms as she sorted this mess out. So they did just that.

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