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As January came to a close, Kittie showed her childish side and flat-out refused to talk to Harry for "not thinking". He didn't quite get it.

For example, the last week of January, Harry got told off nine times. He received the cold shoulder the rest of the time.

Quidditch practices were becoming more frequent due to the fact that they're next match was against Slytherin. Kittie had attempted to knock him off his broom more than once and Harry was becoming increasingly happy for the snow.

On the last Saturday of January, Harry walked to breakfast, stomach turning.

The Great Hall was silent except for a few nervous first years. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. This game meant more than just a match. There was too many rivals on either side for a normal match.

Harry and Draco were still ready to kill each other if Kittie gave them the OK. There was no one to keep Kittie from shoving Pansy off her broom. And there was a rumor that Montague and Angelina were at each other throats for captain reasons.

Kittie gently shoved her food around on her plate, uninterested. She looked up to see Madame Pomfrey staring at her, so she quickly took a bite of scrambled eggs and made a face that clearly said that her stomach wasn't there to recieve it.

Harry tried to take a bite of his sausage, but found that his mouth was too dry to swallow.

As breakfast finally ended, Harry and the rest of the team made their way to the locker rooms. Kittie nervously hummed "Pop goes the Weasel."

She sat next to Alicia, who looked pale. He could see Kittie getting irritated.

"Everybody!" She finally yelled, unable to take any more. Fred and George jumped and Angelina let out a small scream. Alicia jerked and rubbed the ear Kittie just yelled in.

"This is a normal match! You've gone against Slytherin before! This isn't much different."

Angelina opened her mouth to argue, but Harry spoke up. "She's right. Look at us. We're half dead! How are we going to win that cup if we're not in it?"

Katie nodded. "We should be pumped. If we're going to lose at all this season, why lose to the Slytherins?"

"Griffindor!" Kittie shouted again, making Alicia hit her shoulder in retailiation.

"Let's go!" Angelina shouted.

As they flew unto the feild Harry felt a snow ball fly at him. It stopped in front of his face and turned over to reveal words carved in by someone's finger.

"Good Luck, Harry"

He turned to see Kittie give him a small wink before she flew into position between Alicia and Katie.

The snowball flew away from him and hovered a second in front of Kittie before flinging itself at Pansy.

She angrily wiped the snow from her face and glared at Kittie. Kittie grinned innocently and gave a mockly friendly wave.

Madame Hooch raised her eyebrows and blew her whistle to start the game.

Harry shot up immediatly and scanned the field. He turned to glare at Draco before tuning into Lee Jordan's commentary.

"Kittie's got the qua-wait. That's not legal!!"

Pansy had reached forward and ripped a large chunk of Kittie's hair out. Blood ran down the side of Kittie's face, but she didn't even blink.

She shot towards the goals, leaving a extremely mad Pansy behind her.

"Griffindor scores! And a penalty shot!"

Katie flew in front of the Keeper. She stuck her tounge out, suprising him, and scored.

"Twenty-Zero! Take that, Parkinson!"

Pansy flew in front of Lee, glared and shot back to where Alicia was tearing up the field.

"Montague got the quaffle! Get it back, Alicia! Wait, what's happening?"

Kittie flew in front of Montague, blocking him. She said something with the sweetest smile on her face. He looked confused until Katie reached around him and grabbed the quaffle. She passed to Alicia, who scored.

Harry stole a look at Draco, who was sneering at Montague.

Kittie's sweet smile disappeared and she cheered as Katie passed the quaffle to her.

Harry tore his eyes away from the game and searched for the snitch.

He heard a scream and gaped. Kittie and Pansy were shoving each other as Pansy desperately reached for the quaffle.

Kittie angrily turned in midair and handed her something. Pansy stared.

A snowball.

Katie scored with the actual quaffle and the Pansy threw the snowball at Kittie. She ducked and the snowball turned in midair.

The snow fell off to reveal a bludger that shot at Pansy. She screamed and dived.

Something gold glittered at Kittie's foot. Harry dived with Draco.

Alicia dropped the quaffle. Pansy and Kittie dived.

The crowd was going crazy as four players dived, each rivals. Harry reached forward and grabbed the snitch just as Draco's fingers grazed it.

He pulled out of the dive with his fist in the air. A blur of green and scarlet shot past him.

Kittie and Pansy were still diving, not noticing that Harry caught the snitch. He called out to them, but the dive was riding on much more than just a quaffle.

They were closing in on the ground at unbelievable speed as Kittie finally took both hands off her broom and grabbed the quaffle.

She hooked a knee beneath her broom and pulled out of the dive just as Pansy plummeted into the ground. Snow flew and Kittie hovered a bit over Pansy as teachers and Madame Pomfrey ran out unto the field.

As they rushed Pansy to the Hospital Wing, Katie and Alicia dived to Kittie and hugged her.

Harry laughed. Everyone was acting as if Kittie had caught the snitch. George came up to him and clapped him on the back.

"That's one game I'm sure will go down in history, huh, Harry?"

"Yeah."

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The party that followed was like nothing Harry had seen before. The common room was roaring with music and people. Ginny jumped on the table and pulled Kittie with her.

The boys began whistling for a table dance and Kittie laughed. Ginny took her hand and began dancing to the fast beat.

Harry laughed and sank a little in his seat. Kittie was carried over the crowd as Ginny climbed down as Ron began yelling.

To his suprise, Kittie was flung on him and the seat tipped backwards. The twins grinned evilly.

For a few moments, they didn't move, both getting over the shock. Kittie finally reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

Harry cocked an eyebrow. She turned pink and pulled her earring out of his hair. He laughed as Kittie stood up. She offered her hand but yanked it away as Harry reached for it.

"Promise not to pull me back down?" She yelled.

Harry smirked and nodded. She helped him up.

"Some game, huh, Harry?"

To his suprise, he found Hannah from Hufflepuff at his arm.

"How did you get in here?"

"Everybody from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were invited. We're as happy as you guys are that you beat Slytherin!"

He nodded and turned to where Kittie was standing. She was gone.

"Do you want to dance, Harry?"

"Uh, sure."

As Hannah pulled him into the crowd he saw Kittie being dragged to the floor by Roger Davies. Their eyes connected and she shrugged as Roger turned around and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Kittie made a face but didn't pull away. Harry scowled. Two could play at this.

Hannah looked suprised as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

Kittie narrowed her eyes. She lifted a leg and rubbed it on Roger's hip.

Harry clenched his teeth and spun Hannah out, making sure that when she spun back in, her back was to him and his arms were tightly around her stomach.

Kittie cocked her eyebrows and wrapped both her legs around Roger's waist and dipped her upper body back.

Harry couldn't take it no more. And mutturing a quick apology to a flustered Hannah, he ran to the portrait and ran out of the common room.

He angrily punched the wall, quietly wishing it was Roger's face.

Someone behind him laughed.

He spun around to see Kittie leaning on the opposite wall. She causally flicked a bit of dirt off her nails.

"I win."

"That wasn't fair."

"How's so?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't think of a response, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"He-He's in Ravenclaw."

"Hufflepuffs are easier."

"And you would know?"

"Ah, the things you don't know about me, Harry." She laughed and pushed herself off the wall.

As she walked slowly towards him, Harry pressed himself against the wall. "How many butterbeers did you have?" He asked, noticing the slight swagger in her seductive walk.

She giggled. "Far too many."

By this time, she had him pressed against the wall. He bit his lip as she turned hers to his.

But instead of kissing him, she leaned forward even more and whispered in his ear.

"Even The Boy Who Lived can't resist me."

She pushed herself off of him and grinned. "This is too easy, but we'll meet again, Harry."

She turned to the portriat. The Fat Lady was gaping at her. "Mungo Mango."

The portrait flung open and Kittie swaggered up the stairs, leaving Harry still pressed up against the wall, behind her.

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The next morning, Harry walked out into the common room to see Ginny and Kittie pressing ice bags to their foreheads. Hermione sat across from them, telling them off.

"I told you that you shouldn't have more than eleven butterbeers! What would McGonagall say if she found out that one of the smartest girls and a Weasley were drunk last night?!"

Kittie groaned. "Can someone tell me what happened after Ron was caught making out with Hermione?"

Hermione blushed and Ginny groaned. "I can. You fell on Harry."

"What?"

"We danced on the table and Ron dragged me off, but you were carried away."

Ron snorted. The three girls jumped and spun around.

"The twins threw you on Harry, here." Ron crossed his arms. Harry sat next to Hermione.

"And you pulled your earring out of my hair. And danced with Roger Davies."

"Ah, yes." Kittie said, closing her eyes. "He can't dance at all. But Harry, here,can. Ask that Hufflepuff he was with last night."

"And you don't remember anything after that?"

"Of course I do. I want to apologize for doing that to you, Harry."

Harry crossed his arms and nodded. Ginny looked between them. "Why? Kittie? What did you do to him? Nothing illegal, I hope?"

"GETTING DRUNK IS ILLEGAL!!!" Hermione finally exploded, causing Kittie and Ginny to go cross-eyed.

"Hermione." Harry said as Kittie and Ginny groaned. "Maybe yelling isn't the best way to get rid of their hang over."

Kittie covered her eyes. "I think I'm going to die."

Ron snorted again. "Come on. Kittie, do you think you can still remember that headache-healing potion?"

Kittie massaged her temples. "Yeah. But I'm in no condition to-"

"Get the supplies yourself?" Hermione angrily finished for her. "The hell you aren't. And I'm coming with you."

Ginny gently began to laugh at Kittie's bewildered expression.

"I don't know what your laughing at, Ginny." Hermione turned to her. "You're coming too. Through those noisy hallways, with Peeves throwing trophies everywhere...."

Kittie and Ginny groaned.

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