7

A week passed and again the interesting things that happened revolved around Linda. One day in Divination they were looking in their crystal balls.

"Oh oh oh!" Linda said eagerly. "I see something professor!"

"What is it?" said professor Trelawney with irritation.

"I see a grim!" at those words the class gasped.

"Oh really?" she didn't seem as pleased as usual when someone says they seen something horrible.

"Yeah! And I see a person as well!"

"Who is it? Who is it?" Parvati and Lavender came to their table with great excitement.

"I can't really see clearly… it's a bit foggy… oh! It's a woman! And she's got big glasses… and she's a thin woman…she's wearing a shawl…wearing a lot of chains and beads… and a huge amount of rings and bangles around her hands…" The whole class looked at professor Trelawney. " Do you know who the woman can possibly be professor?"

Professor Trelawney glowered at Linda. "Thirty points from Gryffindor for mocking a teacher!"

"Hope we win the quidditch match against the Slytherins. It's the only way to replace the points I'd lost." said Linda after Divination.

*

Before Harry knew it the quidditch match against the Slytherins was right under Harry's nose. Literally. Harry was in bed and now unexpectedly he's in his red quidditch robes and had flown higher than anyone else. He decided he needs to catch up with everyone else by listening to Lee.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Great dodge made my Waldenberg" said Lee the commentator. "UGH!"

Harry looked around. The Slytherin beater had just hit a bludger right into Seamus Finnigan's face and apparently the beater had hit it hard. The whistle blew and the two teams lowered to the ground. The Slytherins are giving each other high fives. Madame Pomfrey rushed over and took Seamus away immediately. Dylan had called the team into a huddle.

"That's not good. Only two chasers." Dylan was looking at the ground. He looked awfully worried.

"Let's just go back into that pitch and play some quidditch! There is no use huddling." Linda said breaking away from the rest. Everyone had no choice and went off too. Malfoy had a nasty smirk on his face.

Harry thought he'd fly above it all to avoid the supposably accidental blows and collisions. He looked at his Snitch Pointer and the little snitch was floating southwest and that was the direction he went. Then he saw the glint of gold he'd been searching for. He eyed it and flew towards it then he was feets away then Draco Malfoy started to come in from the front. He was going to catch the snitch. Then "thump" Linda dashed passed and Malfoy was knocked off his broom. She gave him a quick smile and went off again. Harry look at his snitch pointer once more. This time he couldn't see it so it must have meant that it was close by. He squinted his eyes. Then there it was below his feet. He dived straight down and almost caught it when it did a sharp left turn. Harry zigzagged through the air. The snitch had never been this hard to catch. Then Malfoy came up again. He had a red bump that showed up well on his pale forehead. The snitch disappeared the moment Harry had taken his eyes off the snitch to look at Malfoy. Then he saw Malfoy diving towards the ground, he decided he would follow. Then, "THUMP!" a bludger hit him right in the forehead and making him loose his balance and falling onto the ground. Harry could hear Malfoy howling with laughter above him. Then he saw it! A sparkling thing was right in front of his eyes. He made a grab for it and felt the joyful feeling he had missed of a fluttering snitch in his closed palms.

"Thanks Malfoy!" Harry said standing up with the snitch proudly in his hands.

"Annnnnnnnnnnd Harry Potter catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins the game two-hundred and thirty to forty!" commentated Lee.

Massive cheers erupted from the crowds.

"Oh Harry! We won!" said Linda jumping on him and giving him a hug. Then she walked over to Malfoy who was still sitting on the ground and looking at his scratched knees alone. It was probably because the whole team was mad at him for being knocked off a broom by a girl.

That night after dinner the Gryffindor common room was filled with celebration.

Everyone cheering and someone conjured some very loud music.

"What. Are. We. Celebrating?" yelled Harry over the deafening music.

George seemed like the only one that could hear Harry, " I know we are celebrating something, Lee was going on about it at lunch but George and I wasn't paying any attention … Oi! Alicia! What are we celebrating?"

"Huh?" Alicia cupped her hands on her ears.

"Why are we CELEBRATIING?" Fred said in a louder voice.

"I don't know! Just enjoy the party!"

"OK! You heard Harry! Just enjoy the party!" Then he went off.

Almost instantly Linda ran to him "Apparently they are celebrating our new team and our victory and of course kicking slytherin's slimy asses!" then as quickly as she said those words she walked off.

Harry looked around. Everyone was dancing. Even Ron and Hermione were dancing. He wanted to ask Linda to dance with him but she was already dancing with George. He went over to the food table and waited until she finishes the dance with George. After seven peanut butter and jam tarts and two passion fruit muffins the song finally ended. He walked over to Linda then in front of him came Dylan. Before he knew it the next song started and Linda was dancing with Dylan. Everyone wanted to dance with Linda. George, Dylan, Fred, George again, (to Hermione's dismay) Ron, Seamus, Dean, George again. They all seem faster than Harry to reach her. Then he gave up.

"Er… Harry?" came a little voice. ""Would you um… like to dance…?" It was an over-blushed Ginny.

Harry didn't have a bad night. He danced with heaps of girls but not quite as many boys Linda had danced with. Slowly more and more people went up to their dormitory and went to sleep. Harry, Ron and Hermione were one of the last ones left.

"Oh my!" whispered Hermione looking at the far left corner of the common room.

It was the most darkest and hidden spots in the common room. Harry and Ron's head both turned. In that dark little corner sat George and Linda snogging. Harry felt something between sadness and jealousy. But of course he didn't want to admit that to himself.

"It's late I should go to bed now." Harry didn't want to watch.

Next morning Linda didn't turn up for breakfast and turned up late for Charms. She sat down in the empty seat behind Harry.

"Sorry. Had a late night." she whispered to them while professor Flitwick was calling out the roll.

A week passed, Harry hadn't noticed that he wasn't talking to Linda. Every now and then he would see Linda and George cuddling. He feels extremely awkward when he sees them together.

"Hey Harry!" Linda called at one dinnertime. Then she moved to the seat next to him. "You've been acting different these days… is everything alright?"

"Yea I'm fine. Sorry about that." said Harry giving a feeble grin.

"It's alright." she grinned. Harry had forgotten how pretty she was until now. "Hey? Have you tried these delicious mango pastries?"