Something was happening, but no one could see what it was. George had come down and said something to Madame Hooch and now both of them were heading toward the Gryffindor goalposts.
"What's going on, Ron?" Hermione asked from her seat beside him.
He stood up, peering into the fog in front of him, and shrugged. "Dunno. I think they've stopped the game though."
Hermione stood up beside him. "Do you think they won?"
Just then, Lee Jordan, who had been listening to something Madame Hooch was saying, picked up his loudspeaker.
"The match is over. Gryffindor wins, one hundred and ninety points to zero." Ron saw him lean back towards Madame Hooch. "I also have report of an injury to Gryffindor Captain and Keeper, Oliver Wood." A wave of derisive laughter came from the Slytherins.
Beside him, Ron heard Hermione's miniscule gasp. "What happened?" she whispered, more to herself than him.
Lee continued. "Wood has dislocated his right shoulder. Nothing serious. Thank you and good day."
Hermione turned to Ron. Her face was slightly pink and she looked a little flustered.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, looking at her strangely.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" she replied, not meeting his eyes.
"You look a little flushed."
She brought her gloved hands to her face and looked at them as if they held the answer to his query. "It's nothing. Just got caught up in the game."
At that, Ron knew something was strange. There had been practically no opportunity to get caught up in the game, as they couldn't tell if there was a game. But he didn't ask Hermione anything else, just watched her closely as they left the stand.
Now that's a weird one. A sudden flash came to him. Hermione had been acting a little odd last night. She kept sneaking peeks at the Quidditch team. Or rather at one of the Quidditch players. Then Ron almost laughed out loud. Hermione likes Oliver Wood.
"Hermione –" he started, but she cut him off.
"Where's Harry?"
"Seeing Wood off to the infirmary, I'd expect." He watched to see her reaction. She looked thoughtful for a quick second, then turned in the direction of the infirmary.
"Where are we going?" Ron asked, already knowing the answer.
She paused and faced him. "The infirmary. We ought to visit Oliver, since he is Harry's friend."
Do you wish he were yours? Ron asked wickedly in his head. He would never say that to Hermione's face, but whispering it in his mind was good enough.
Everyone on the Gryffindor team was in the infirmary, as was expected. Wood was propped up in a bed, a bandage around his shoulder, looking slightly peeved by all the attention.
"You should go now, really." he was saying as Hermione and Ron joined the group around the bed.
He looked at them as they came in, standing next to Harry. "More people."
"How are you feeling, Oliver?" Hermione almost squeaked out. Ron thought she sounded unusually tense.
His ruffled look softened a little. "Fine, thank you."
Hmmm…maybe he likes her too. Ron thought amusedly. Wonder if Harry knows. He glanced at Harry and stepped back a little from the group. "Harry, I need to talk to you about something." he whispered. Harry nodded and stepped back.
"What?"
Ron let a mischievous smile flicker across his face before replying. "I think Hermione likes Wood."
"Really?" Harry sounded moderately surprised. "I thought Wood liked Hermione."
Evil smile time. Ron looked at the two and grinned at Harry. "This should be interesting."