Disclaimer: Again, It all belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: This was kind of rushed but whatever.
Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were in a deep Quidditch debate. Ron had been Keeper for the Gryffindor team for two years, while this was Harry's seventh year as Gryffindor seeker. They were discussing who would be team captain this year. Ron thought Harry would but Harry seemed almost positive that Ron or Lavender would be captain,
"Look, Ron, I'm just not captain material. You are or even Lavender because all the guys like her." Ron laughed,
"Yeah, you know she only became Chaser because of all the guys of the team. Remember how jealous Parvati was that she hadn't thought of.I'll bet she'll worm her way into the team somehow." Harry nodded,
"I'll take that bet."
"I hope you boys aren't betting on anything idiotic."
Harry looked up and grinned, pushing his dark bangs our of his eyes,
"Oh, hey Hermione, we were just betting that Parvati would find a way to get onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Hermione stuttered in disbelief,
"That is a stupid bet!" Ron groaned,
"Why do you always have to ruin our fun, Hermione?" Hermione took a breath, signaling the beginning of a Hermione Granger rant,
"Well, I'm sorry that I don't share your views on fun and games but I just don't consider betting over that idiot, Parvati Patil fun !" Ron and Harry exchanged glances,
"Bad morning?" Harry asked. Hermione heaved a sigh and motioned for Ron to scoot over,
"The worst. Mum and Eric were too busy to bring me to the station which isn't as bad as the fact that Dad and Catherine are still in Paris on their honeymoon. None of them even care that I'm Head Girl, this year." Teen Witch had been right, she wasn't a Prefect this year. She was Head Girl. Harry gave Hermione a small squeeze on her shoulder,
"It'll be okay, Hermione, it can't be that bad." Hermione nervously began looking through her bag for a book which might spike her interest. She stopped suddenly,
"Also, I'm enormously perplexed at the moment, because.Did you know there's an American first-year witch here?" Harry shook his head,
"There is?" Ron looked confused,
"That's not normal is it? Don't they have American schools?" Hermione nodded, emphasizing her case,
"Yes, as a matter of fact they do!" Harry just shrugged,
"Well, you never know, it could just be a rumor." Hermione nodded,
"Yes, most probably. Anyway, how were the Dursleys this year, Harry?" Harry snorted,
"Excited, I think. They're so glad I'm moving out that they actually gave me a birthday present this year." Hermione nodded,
"What did they give you?"
"Ten-pound note." Hermione grinned,
"How uncharacteristically generous." Ron yawned loudly before turning to Harry and Hermione,
"We should go flat hunting over Christmas break." The compartment door then slid open and the witch with the food trolley stood before them,
"Anything from the trolley?" Harry ordered a few Chocolate Frogs before the witch left. Hermione took one, broke it in half, and put one half in her bag for later,
"I think we should have a female flatmate. Besides me, I mean, I love you two to pieces but it might be a bit easier, you know?" Harry nodded. Ron shook his head,
"But who, Hermione?" Hermione sighed,
"Maybe Ginny." Ron nearly sprayed the compartment with gooey chocolate frog pieces,
"What?! I'm not going to live the first few years of my adult life with my sister, Hermione!" Harry looked skeptical as well,
"Ginny's still seventeen, though, Hermione."
"Yes, Harry, but so am I!" Ron rolled his eyes,
"You're turning eighteen in October." Hermione sighed, frustrated,
"And Ginny's turning eighteen in January!" Ron bit angrily into a Chocolate Frog,
"I'm not doing it, Hermione! Besides, my mum would never go for it."
Hermione leaned back in her seat. Sometimes she really hated Ron. She pulled nervously on a strand of her hair. Standing up, she announced,
"I'm going to change into my robes."
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Lavender Brown applied a fresh coat of lip gloss before she turned back to her long-time best friend,
"Parvati, look, I apologized all of last year, I'm not going to grovel."
Parvati examined herself in her hand-mirror. She was trying to imagine herself with shorter hair. It didn't work,
"I know, I know. But, there has to be some way......" Lavender nodded with a flip of her hair,
"If anyone could think of a way, it would be you, Parvati." Parvati smiled smugly. But, still, she wasn't so sure. There had to be a way to get on the Quidditch team. There just had to.
A/N: This was kind of rushed but whatever.
Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were in a deep Quidditch debate. Ron had been Keeper for the Gryffindor team for two years, while this was Harry's seventh year as Gryffindor seeker. They were discussing who would be team captain this year. Ron thought Harry would but Harry seemed almost positive that Ron or Lavender would be captain,
"Look, Ron, I'm just not captain material. You are or even Lavender because all the guys like her." Ron laughed,
"Yeah, you know she only became Chaser because of all the guys of the team. Remember how jealous Parvati was that she hadn't thought of.I'll bet she'll worm her way into the team somehow." Harry nodded,
"I'll take that bet."
"I hope you boys aren't betting on anything idiotic."
Harry looked up and grinned, pushing his dark bangs our of his eyes,
"Oh, hey Hermione, we were just betting that Parvati would find a way to get onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Hermione stuttered in disbelief,
"That is a stupid bet!" Ron groaned,
"Why do you always have to ruin our fun, Hermione?" Hermione took a breath, signaling the beginning of a Hermione Granger rant,
"Well, I'm sorry that I don't share your views on fun and games but I just don't consider betting over that idiot, Parvati Patil fun !" Ron and Harry exchanged glances,
"Bad morning?" Harry asked. Hermione heaved a sigh and motioned for Ron to scoot over,
"The worst. Mum and Eric were too busy to bring me to the station which isn't as bad as the fact that Dad and Catherine are still in Paris on their honeymoon. None of them even care that I'm Head Girl, this year." Teen Witch had been right, she wasn't a Prefect this year. She was Head Girl. Harry gave Hermione a small squeeze on her shoulder,
"It'll be okay, Hermione, it can't be that bad." Hermione nervously began looking through her bag for a book which might spike her interest. She stopped suddenly,
"Also, I'm enormously perplexed at the moment, because.Did you know there's an American first-year witch here?" Harry shook his head,
"There is?" Ron looked confused,
"That's not normal is it? Don't they have American schools?" Hermione nodded, emphasizing her case,
"Yes, as a matter of fact they do!" Harry just shrugged,
"Well, you never know, it could just be a rumor." Hermione nodded,
"Yes, most probably. Anyway, how were the Dursleys this year, Harry?" Harry snorted,
"Excited, I think. They're so glad I'm moving out that they actually gave me a birthday present this year." Hermione nodded,
"What did they give you?"
"Ten-pound note." Hermione grinned,
"How uncharacteristically generous." Ron yawned loudly before turning to Harry and Hermione,
"We should go flat hunting over Christmas break." The compartment door then slid open and the witch with the food trolley stood before them,
"Anything from the trolley?" Harry ordered a few Chocolate Frogs before the witch left. Hermione took one, broke it in half, and put one half in her bag for later,
"I think we should have a female flatmate. Besides me, I mean, I love you two to pieces but it might be a bit easier, you know?" Harry nodded. Ron shook his head,
"But who, Hermione?" Hermione sighed,
"Maybe Ginny." Ron nearly sprayed the compartment with gooey chocolate frog pieces,
"What?! I'm not going to live the first few years of my adult life with my sister, Hermione!" Harry looked skeptical as well,
"Ginny's still seventeen, though, Hermione."
"Yes, Harry, but so am I!" Ron rolled his eyes,
"You're turning eighteen in October." Hermione sighed, frustrated,
"And Ginny's turning eighteen in January!" Ron bit angrily into a Chocolate Frog,
"I'm not doing it, Hermione! Besides, my mum would never go for it."
Hermione leaned back in her seat. Sometimes she really hated Ron. She pulled nervously on a strand of her hair. Standing up, she announced,
"I'm going to change into my robes."
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Lavender Brown applied a fresh coat of lip gloss before she turned back to her long-time best friend,
"Parvati, look, I apologized all of last year, I'm not going to grovel."
Parvati examined herself in her hand-mirror. She was trying to imagine herself with shorter hair. It didn't work,
"I know, I know. But, there has to be some way......" Lavender nodded with a flip of her hair,
"If anyone could think of a way, it would be you, Parvati." Parvati smiled smugly. But, still, she wasn't so sure. There had to be a way to get on the Quidditch team. There just had to.