A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, I really need the ideas, and help.

Quidditch

It was the first day of quidditch practice. Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor quidditch coach, wanted to get started early since he wanted it to be a good season. Harry was stoked, last year they hadn't had quidditch. Of course he would be the seeker, Ron and Hermoine weren't playing, and Harper was trying out for beater. Back in Washington she had been an all-star fast-pitch softball player. Harry led Harper to the green quidditch field, quietly telling her all of the rules. As he spoke his breath appeared in the air.

"So there are four balls?" asked Harper.

"Right, a quaffle, two bludgers, and a golden snitch. Got it? Here we are," verified Harry.

Oliver Wood was sorting people into their positions. Wood had become the coach that year.

"Fred, George, ah, Harry you're here, you guys know where to go," said Wood flipping through a book. "Hmmm, Skys, Huh? Skys go play beater for awhile." All at once the Gryffindor team took to the sky. Before Harper knew what was happening, a bludger was flying straight at her face. She hit the bludger away from herself, and straight for Coach Wood, who was playing keeper. The unsuspecting coach fell to the ground with a loud thump. When he finally got up again, he told Harry to watch the team for him. Then Wood looked at Harper, and something passed between them, quickly Wood looked at his feet, blushing.

"What am I going to do with you? I can't have you beating our own team." Finally he looked at her. "But, I do need a keeper. Wanna try your hand at that?" he asked shyly.

"Yeah, I guess, I am so sorry for hitting you, I didn't mean to."

"S'okay," he didn't know why, but he liked this girl, a lot. "Well, your job is to protect the goal," he smiled. "Go for it."

As it turned out, Harper was just the keeper he was looking for.

For the next two hours Wood kept everyone on the team going hard. Until finally he was forced to let everyone go back to class.

"Keeper, huh? Bloody hell, did you see the way he looked at you?" Harry teased.

"Shut up, Harry. It's nothing."

"No it's not. A five-year age difference, and he was looking at you like… like… like Ron and Hermoine."

"What about me an' Ron?" asked Hermoine, she had just quietly sneaked up.

"Nothin'. Just, I think Oliver has a crush on Harper."

"Oliver?" said Hermoine right before Snape walked up. The grass was wet, and it squeaked at every step took.

"Harper, Dumbledore wants you," Snape said sharply. Harper glanced at Harry and Hermoine before rushing to follow Snape to Dumbledore's office. Hermoine couldn't help but notice the first name terms.