A/N: YAY! It's Halloween time, finally! I promise, romance, romance, and romance! ^_^!!!!
Disclaimer: Same as Chpt. 5
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Chapter 7-Quidditch with Slytherin
October had come so fast, along with the new schedule Harry had made up, as temporary captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team. The first practice was on Wednesday, but Joey didn't have any Gryffindor Quidditch robes so they had to conjure up some. Harry agreed on a team meet before they headed out to the pitch.
"Now, I've arranged a new schedule. We have to win the Quidditch cup for the second year in a row, since you guys are all seventh-years. This is your last year at Hogwarts; we have to make this a special event for you guys. Now, I'd like you meet our new keeper, Joey!"
"Hi!" They all said simutaneosly. Joey was about the same size as Angelina, who was taller than Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Fred and George Weasley were the tallest of all the team players.
"Wow, that's a great broom you got there. It's not a make I've seen before, what is it?" Curiousity got the best of her, Katie Bell couldn't wait to ask, staring at the shiny broom Joey had.
"It's an old Silver Arrow, Dad says the're really rare to find nowadays. It's like the Firebolt, so I've heard." Joey looked at the handle of the Silver Arrow, which was shiny and looked almost new.
"Oh yeah, I remember in fifth-year when Harry first got his Firebolt; Madam Hooch couldn't stop talking about the old Silver Arrows. Nice broom you got there." George Weasley pretended to relieve his 'days of yore'. It was true, Madam Hooch had once mentioned the Silver Arrows in his third-year, which the Nimbus 2000 had gotten smashed up in the Whomping Willow. It took Professor McGonagall at least five days before Harry could have the Firebolt back.
"So, can we get on with our practice now? I want to try out our new Keeper!" said Fred eagerly. Joey grinned, which probably meant she was ready.
The Quidditch practice was spectacular; Joey had managed to keep every single Quaffle out of their hoops, including the Bludgers that Fred and George ocasionally sent on the way, and Harry caught the snitch within seven minutes almost every time. With this new strategy, everyone on the Gryffindor Quidditch team thought they would be unbeatable this way.
"Wow, great practice you guys. Now, the big question: who will be our new captain?" asked Harry. He wanted to get this over with. They all looked at each other.
"Harry, you know the obvious choice. It's you." said Katie. Everyone nodded their heads, even Joey. They'd all seen his remarkable ability that helped them win almost every game and even win the Quidditch House Cup, which they hoped to have posses for another year.
"What? What do you mean me? But I'm too young!" Harry protested; he really didn't want to be the Quidditch Captain, which would put more pressure on him, all the homework, studying for O.W.L's this year, scheduling the new Quidditch practice sessions. "Angelina, you're the best Chaser I've ever seen. Maybe you should be Quidditch captain."
"Harry, you know you can't pass up a chance like this one. Even if I did become Quidditch captain, it would only be for one year. And you've got the talent, I know you can do well!" said Angelina. A hand dropped on Harry's shoulder. Behind him was Joey.
"I know I haven't known you as long as all of them have, but I'm sure you have the courage to manage this team on your own, you know that. I could never do as much as you would've done." said Joey, a encouraging smile on her face. Harry finally gave in; a new captain was about to be born.
"Okay. I guess you guys have persuaded me. I'll do it." Harry finally said, after a long silence. The Gryffindor team broke the quietness inside with their big cheers and screams, 'SHUT UP!' everyone said.
~::|::~
The month of October came and went. Before you knew it, it was Hallowe'en, the month of pumpkins, costumes, and scary spells. Malfoy and his gang had done their best to pull the biggest pranks on Harry and the others, including making Ron step on a pack of Fred and George's Squeezing-Start Fireworks, which blew up in his face. It also seemed that Joey was part of their gang now; where ever Harry and Joey talked, Ron would start getting jealous and moody all day long. This type of mood had recently just showed up; Hermione was the only one to notice it.
Harry and Hermione were walking down the hallways one day; Joey was in the library with Pavarti and Lavender; Ron was following them (Harry and Hermione) close by. Ron had a little susipicion about this 'walk' in the halls. Ron was following their every move, being careful not to be seen. All he could see so far was laughing, talking, and more talking. This is getting really boring, thought Ron. He couldn't bear to see them together, Harry and Hermione, talking and studying, doing whatever together.
Ron Weasley, do not get thoughts in your head. he thought. After all, it was obvious that Ronald Weasley, the last boy of the Weasley family, had a huge crush on Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor smartie. He was waiting, as they stopped, for a glimpse of what would happen next. If he was waiting, peering out every few moments or so, until a sudden move happened; Hermione planted a kiss on Harry, pulled away, and then a moment of silence. Harry muttered a few words, then Hermione took off, crying. Ron felt anger rising, a passion which had come with him ever since the first day of school.
Bastard, Ron thought, clenching his fist. He set off to the common room, to stop Harry in his tracks.
Harry continued walking, to the common room. It had all come so quickly: Hermione and the kiss, the words he said, he couldn't control his feelings-or his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I can't accept it." She ran off, howling and bawling. He stood there, as though he felt he was being watched. If Ron ever found out that he rejected Hermione, he would never hear the last of it-from Ron or his brothers, or even Ginny! They would all hate him, but he had hoped that Joey wouldn't. The only person that had the right to hate him was Hermione, the Gryffindor genius.
As Harry walked along the corridor (looking at his feet), he looked up, and saw Ron. And what he saw instead of a cheerful, happy Ron was a burning-with-rage Ron, his ears as red as his hair.
"H-hi, Ron. What's up?" stuttered Harry, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble with his best friend, who had a huge crush on Hermione.
"You know what's up. You know I like her, Harry, you know! Why did you have to break her heart, now, at this time? She's just like Ginny and the rest of the girls at Hogwarts-all obsessed with you." said Ron.
"What? But she-" Harry cut in quickly, as he knew he wouldn't have a single word in whenever Ron was mad.
"I know what happened, Harry, I followed you two. I mean, you have everything-the girls, a great wand, you're rich, heck, you've also managed to get yourself the hottest looking girl in Gryffindor, but that's not the point. Harry, you've got everything! Even from the first year, I've always envied you: I've always had to compete with my brothers, especially Percy, Bill, and Charlie. My family can't afford fancy dress robes like you, they don't have enough money. Harry, you've always been in the spotlight. Always you." explained Ron, a squeak in his voice every now and then. Harry could see that he was determined to make his point.
"Well, then, why could've you said this earlier? Before I got into the Triwizard Tournament, before all of this started?" shouted Harry. Luckily no one passed by this corridor at daylight, or else they would've been stopped at that spot.
"I don't know! I guess...everytime I saw you, I froze up. I couldn't say it." said Ron.
"So, if you can't accept the fact that I get all the publicity, then maybe we shouldn't be friends!" shouted Harry.
"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't!" Ron said. They both sneered at each other, before they walked off. A second later, they ran back at each other, both determined to wreck the image of each other's faces before Joey walked in on them. She ran to break up the fight.
"Hey! Oi! What the hell do you two think you're doing! Are you crazy? Especially in the corridors! You could've gotten detention, even worse, get expelled!" she scolded.
"You're beginning to sound alot like Hermione, you realize that?" Harry said, wiping blood from his lip.
"You're also beginning to sound like Percy." said Ron, wiping blood from his forehead. Ron and Harry sneered at each other, then both headed off to the common room, in different directions. Joey headed off in the direction that Harry went. Both boys were friends no longer; they despised each other just like they despised Malfoy.
Disclaimer: Same as Chpt. 5
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Chapter 7-Quidditch with Slytherin
October had come so fast, along with the new schedule Harry had made up, as temporary captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team. The first practice was on Wednesday, but Joey didn't have any Gryffindor Quidditch robes so they had to conjure up some. Harry agreed on a team meet before they headed out to the pitch.
"Now, I've arranged a new schedule. We have to win the Quidditch cup for the second year in a row, since you guys are all seventh-years. This is your last year at Hogwarts; we have to make this a special event for you guys. Now, I'd like you meet our new keeper, Joey!"
"Hi!" They all said simutaneosly. Joey was about the same size as Angelina, who was taller than Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Fred and George Weasley were the tallest of all the team players.
"Wow, that's a great broom you got there. It's not a make I've seen before, what is it?" Curiousity got the best of her, Katie Bell couldn't wait to ask, staring at the shiny broom Joey had.
"It's an old Silver Arrow, Dad says the're really rare to find nowadays. It's like the Firebolt, so I've heard." Joey looked at the handle of the Silver Arrow, which was shiny and looked almost new.
"Oh yeah, I remember in fifth-year when Harry first got his Firebolt; Madam Hooch couldn't stop talking about the old Silver Arrows. Nice broom you got there." George Weasley pretended to relieve his 'days of yore'. It was true, Madam Hooch had once mentioned the Silver Arrows in his third-year, which the Nimbus 2000 had gotten smashed up in the Whomping Willow. It took Professor McGonagall at least five days before Harry could have the Firebolt back.
"So, can we get on with our practice now? I want to try out our new Keeper!" said Fred eagerly. Joey grinned, which probably meant she was ready.
The Quidditch practice was spectacular; Joey had managed to keep every single Quaffle out of their hoops, including the Bludgers that Fred and George ocasionally sent on the way, and Harry caught the snitch within seven minutes almost every time. With this new strategy, everyone on the Gryffindor Quidditch team thought they would be unbeatable this way.
"Wow, great practice you guys. Now, the big question: who will be our new captain?" asked Harry. He wanted to get this over with. They all looked at each other.
"Harry, you know the obvious choice. It's you." said Katie. Everyone nodded their heads, even Joey. They'd all seen his remarkable ability that helped them win almost every game and even win the Quidditch House Cup, which they hoped to have posses for another year.
"What? What do you mean me? But I'm too young!" Harry protested; he really didn't want to be the Quidditch Captain, which would put more pressure on him, all the homework, studying for O.W.L's this year, scheduling the new Quidditch practice sessions. "Angelina, you're the best Chaser I've ever seen. Maybe you should be Quidditch captain."
"Harry, you know you can't pass up a chance like this one. Even if I did become Quidditch captain, it would only be for one year. And you've got the talent, I know you can do well!" said Angelina. A hand dropped on Harry's shoulder. Behind him was Joey.
"I know I haven't known you as long as all of them have, but I'm sure you have the courage to manage this team on your own, you know that. I could never do as much as you would've done." said Joey, a encouraging smile on her face. Harry finally gave in; a new captain was about to be born.
"Okay. I guess you guys have persuaded me. I'll do it." Harry finally said, after a long silence. The Gryffindor team broke the quietness inside with their big cheers and screams, 'SHUT UP!' everyone said.
~::|::~
The month of October came and went. Before you knew it, it was Hallowe'en, the month of pumpkins, costumes, and scary spells. Malfoy and his gang had done their best to pull the biggest pranks on Harry and the others, including making Ron step on a pack of Fred and George's Squeezing-Start Fireworks, which blew up in his face. It also seemed that Joey was part of their gang now; where ever Harry and Joey talked, Ron would start getting jealous and moody all day long. This type of mood had recently just showed up; Hermione was the only one to notice it.
Harry and Hermione were walking down the hallways one day; Joey was in the library with Pavarti and Lavender; Ron was following them (Harry and Hermione) close by. Ron had a little susipicion about this 'walk' in the halls. Ron was following their every move, being careful not to be seen. All he could see so far was laughing, talking, and more talking. This is getting really boring, thought Ron. He couldn't bear to see them together, Harry and Hermione, talking and studying, doing whatever together.
Ron Weasley, do not get thoughts in your head. he thought. After all, it was obvious that Ronald Weasley, the last boy of the Weasley family, had a huge crush on Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor smartie. He was waiting, as they stopped, for a glimpse of what would happen next. If he was waiting, peering out every few moments or so, until a sudden move happened; Hermione planted a kiss on Harry, pulled away, and then a moment of silence. Harry muttered a few words, then Hermione took off, crying. Ron felt anger rising, a passion which had come with him ever since the first day of school.
Bastard, Ron thought, clenching his fist. He set off to the common room, to stop Harry in his tracks.
Harry continued walking, to the common room. It had all come so quickly: Hermione and the kiss, the words he said, he couldn't control his feelings-or his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I can't accept it." She ran off, howling and bawling. He stood there, as though he felt he was being watched. If Ron ever found out that he rejected Hermione, he would never hear the last of it-from Ron or his brothers, or even Ginny! They would all hate him, but he had hoped that Joey wouldn't. The only person that had the right to hate him was Hermione, the Gryffindor genius.
As Harry walked along the corridor (looking at his feet), he looked up, and saw Ron. And what he saw instead of a cheerful, happy Ron was a burning-with-rage Ron, his ears as red as his hair.
"H-hi, Ron. What's up?" stuttered Harry, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble with his best friend, who had a huge crush on Hermione.
"You know what's up. You know I like her, Harry, you know! Why did you have to break her heart, now, at this time? She's just like Ginny and the rest of the girls at Hogwarts-all obsessed with you." said Ron.
"What? But she-" Harry cut in quickly, as he knew he wouldn't have a single word in whenever Ron was mad.
"I know what happened, Harry, I followed you two. I mean, you have everything-the girls, a great wand, you're rich, heck, you've also managed to get yourself the hottest looking girl in Gryffindor, but that's not the point. Harry, you've got everything! Even from the first year, I've always envied you: I've always had to compete with my brothers, especially Percy, Bill, and Charlie. My family can't afford fancy dress robes like you, they don't have enough money. Harry, you've always been in the spotlight. Always you." explained Ron, a squeak in his voice every now and then. Harry could see that he was determined to make his point.
"Well, then, why could've you said this earlier? Before I got into the Triwizard Tournament, before all of this started?" shouted Harry. Luckily no one passed by this corridor at daylight, or else they would've been stopped at that spot.
"I don't know! I guess...everytime I saw you, I froze up. I couldn't say it." said Ron.
"So, if you can't accept the fact that I get all the publicity, then maybe we shouldn't be friends!" shouted Harry.
"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't!" Ron said. They both sneered at each other, before they walked off. A second later, they ran back at each other, both determined to wreck the image of each other's faces before Joey walked in on them. She ran to break up the fight.
"Hey! Oi! What the hell do you two think you're doing! Are you crazy? Especially in the corridors! You could've gotten detention, even worse, get expelled!" she scolded.
"You're beginning to sound alot like Hermione, you realize that?" Harry said, wiping blood from his lip.
"You're also beginning to sound like Percy." said Ron, wiping blood from his forehead. Ron and Harry sneered at each other, then both headed off to the common room, in different directions. Joey headed off in the direction that Harry went. Both boys were friends no longer; they despised each other just like they despised Malfoy.