Disclaimer: JKR owns everything except Rena Sanderson, Lizzie Bennington and other people not in Harry Potter.

Chapter 2

September and October had passed quickly and before you knew it, it was Halloween. All the Hogwarts students piled into the Great Hall to enjoy all sorts of treats. There were chocolate frogs, Bertie Bots Every Kind of Flavor Jellybeans and pumpkin pastries. All the boys from every house were all trying to stuff as many sweets as possible into their robes to bring upstairs. Rena just slowly ate her sweets, hoping she'll get full fast, and hoping she could go lye down.

"I'm going to go lye down for a bit k?" Rena told Lizzie who was still stuffing her face and left.. Rena came up to the fat lady and said "Caput Draconis". The portrait swung open and she entered the common room. There, in front of the fireplace, was Oliver Wood and he seemed to be getting his Quidditch gear ready for the season. She didn't really want to go to bed and Oliver did look lonely, so she decided to be nice and keep him company.

"So...your getting your stuff ready huh?" Rena said trying to get a conversation going. He just nodded and continued cleaning out his stuff. The first Gryffindor game was in a week against Syltherin and supposal the Gryffindor team had a 'secret weapon' "Do you think you could tell me what your secret weapon is?" Rena asked curiously

"Sorry, but you'll have to wait till the match like everyone else," Oliver responded. Rena gave him the sad puppy dog face till he gave in. "Alright, as you might already know are team is lacking a seeker, but now we've found him. Harry Potter is our secret weapon."

"Really, that sounds cool," Rena said. Their conversation carried on for at least 10 minutes, the longest Rena has ever talked to him before and the longer it carried on, the more Rena started to like him. She forgot about all the grudges she had against him and they actually had a lot in common. They both heard the people coming back from the Great Hall and ended their conversation. Rena went up to bed and waited for tomorrow to come.

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It was the Gryffindors first Quidditch match of the season against Syltherin. The Gryffindor team were changing into their robes, nervously awaiting their match.

"Now, did anyone forgot anything in the common room or dorms?" Bell asked knowing that sooner or later Wood would ask the same exact question.

"Ah Shit!" Wood yelled out, "I forgot my lucky Quidditch socks (A/N I know it is lame). I'll be back in a flash." Oliver jolted out of the changing rooms and to the dorms where he just happened to find Rena, getting ready to go to the match.

"What are you doing here?" She asked curiously. "Your suppose to be giving your little pep talk right now."

"I just forgot something,"

"I'll help you look for it," Rena suggested. "What is it?"

"My lucky socks" Oliver responded. Rena nodded and began her search. After a couple of minutes of searching, Rena noticed something far underneath a chair. She reached for it and noticed that it was Oliver's lucky socks.

"Good you found them," Oliver said gleefully and ran over to hug her.

"It's ok, it wasn't any problem." Rena said trying to pry Oliver off of her. Oliver slowly backed off, still holding on to her waist, she noticed him looking into her eyes and leaning towards her. She was becoming tense and nervous as she tried to pull her head away from his head. It wasn't until his lips were almost 1 cm away from hers that Fred Weasley had come in to fetch Oliver. He was so shocked at the sight of Oliver only millimeters away from some girls face. Fred shock off the thought and nagged Oliver to hurry up. Fred thought this moment would be a good thing to use in the future. He chuckled to himself.

"I'll see ya at the game then," he said to Rena as he left the room. Rena just stood there against the wall with fear. She had no idea why he would do what he had almost done, but she wasn't to make sure that was never to happen again. She unfroze and went off to the match. Rena had just found a sit in the Gryffindor stands when the game was just about to start. Madam Hooch was refereeing to match. She stood in the middle if the pitch waiting for the two teams to come out.

"Mount your brooms, please," and all the players clampered on to their brooms. Madam Hooch gave a loud blow on her whistle.

The fifteen brooms rose up high into the air. They were off.

"And the quaffle is taken by Johnston of Gryffindor-what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too-"

"JORDAN"

"Sorry professor," Jordan Lee was doing the commentary for the match today.

"And she's really belting along up there, a nice pass to Bennington and back to Johnston and - no Syltherin have taken the quaffle, Syltherin captain Marcus Flint gains the chiefly and off he goes.-Flint flying up there- he's going to score -no, stopped by Wood and Gryffindor takes the quaffle-that's chaser Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the felid and -ouch- that much of hurt, hit in the back of the head with an incoming Bludger and knocked unconscious, here comes Madam Pomfrey to taker her away. Gryffindor must now play with only two chasers, hope this won't affect their chances of winning. The quaffle is launched and Syltherin is in possession, Adrian Pucey speeding towards the goal post, but is blocked by a second bludger sent his way by one of the Weasley twins. Johnston is back in possession of the quaffle, a clear view and off she goes-dodges an incoming bludger-towards the goal post- keeper Bletchly dive-misses-GRYFFINDOR SCORES!!"

"Syltherin is in possession, chaser Puecy ducks two bludgers, two Weasley's and chaser Bennington speed towards their...wait-was that the snitch? Potter has spotted it and dives downwards. Syltherin seeker Terence Higgs and Potter are neck in neck as their hurtling towards the snitch. Wait, what's this? Potter looks like he's going to be sick. Wait! Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor Win!!!! (A/N: I know I didn't add the past where Harry loses control of his broom)

There was a rush of excitement in the Gryffindor crowds as Harry was lifted up onto the teams shoulders and carried off the field. Rena went to the change rooms to wait for Lizzie and to congratulate Harry on a fine performance.

"Finally your out," Rena said. "What took you so long?"

"I had to change and also we were celebrating. You coming up to the hospital wing to see if Bell is alright?" Lizzie asked. Rena just nodded and they both headed up to the hospital wing. She was still unconscious and her head was all bandaged up.

"Looks like she won't be able to play for quite some time," Oliver said from behind them. "I guess we'll have to use our reserve" looking at Rena, he smiled. "So...you think you'll be able to fill in?"

"Um...I don't know."

"Come on Rena you have to," Oliver pleaded. "You're the only reserve chaser we have."

"I don't know... I really need allot of practice." Rena made up.

"I'll help and I'm sure Lizzie will too, come on." Oliver was now on his knees, begging.

"Come on Rennie, your one of the best chasers I know...other then myself," Lizzie smirked. "No seriously, you should....do it for me, Oliver and the team. So what do you say?"

Rena looked at their desperate faces, they did look like they could use her help. After a while of thinking, Rena gave in an was going to fill in for Bell. Oliver's face brightened up and he ran over to hug her. Rena looked nervous now and just patted him on the back waiting for him to let go of her.

"So next practice will be tomorrow at 5:30 in the morning. I'll see you ladies there." Oliver remarked and left the hospital wing.

"So much for my plan!" Rena murmured under her breath.