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Chapter 2: You stupid git!
Harry grabbed his Firebolt and rushed onto the field to see the whole Quidditch team flying through the air.
"Harry! Where were you?" George landed on the ground, and asked him.
"I got a litte pre-occupied," He laughed, and walked off towards Oliver Wood.
"Alright, now that Harry's here, we're going to work on a new team plan-" Oliver gathered the rest of the team to the ground, getting them to form a circle around him.
"We work on a new team plan every practice Oliver!"
"Shut up Fred!" Oliver snapped at him, and Fred saltuted him. "Yes sir!"
"As I was saying, we're going to work on a new team plan. Our next game is against Slytherin and we can't afford to lose. So, I've been thinking we could begin to use the Fronskie Fient. It may be dangerous, but we sure can't lose! Even though the Seekers normally use this, I suggest we all give it a try,"Oliver stomped his foot, and glared at everyone.
"I thought only professional Quidditch players were allowed to use the Fronksie Fient," Angelina Johnson stepped forward, clutching her broomstick.
"Not anymore they're not," Oliver grinned, and kicked off from the ground, rising into the air.
The team followed his lead, and for the next hour and a half they each tried to do the new stunt. Harry knew that the Slytherin's team seeker was Draco Malfoy, so he would do anything to knock him off of his broom. They practiced the stunt several more times, and then Oliver called them down once more before they hit the showers.
Harry had a quick shower, changed into his robes, and headed for the Gryffindor common room. He was too busy re-capping the practice, he didn't realize he walked straight into someone.
"Oh it's you..." He snarled at Malfoy, who was followed by Crabbe and Goyle, dropping all of his books.
"Better watch where your walking Potter," Draco roughly pushed past him, and walked off.
Harry grunted, and bent down picking up his books. "Stupid git."
"Hey Harry, let me help you with those," A pretty, young girl walked up to him, helping him pick up the rest of his supplies.
"Oh dont worry about it Cho," he smiled at her, and stood up.
"Alright then. I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me to the Christmas Ball..." Cho purposely brushed her arm against his.
His heart skipped a beat, and he tried to catch his breath. "Uh..sorry Cho but actually I was planning on going with someone else. I hope you don't mind."
She stared at him blankly, and placed one of her hands on her hip. "Your not talking about Ginny Weasley are you?"
"What if I am?"
"Well, don't you find her a little young Harry? Wouldn't you rather go to the ball with someone who you've had a crush on for ages?" she winked at him.
He felt his cheeks slowly turn red, and he began to walk off. "Sorry, gotta go. Cya!" he called to her, leaving her standing dumbfoundedly.
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"CHO CHANG ASKED YOU TO THE BALL AND YOU SAID NO?!?!" Ron flared his arms in the air, and received a hard kick in the shins from Hermione.
"Your not helping" she whispered, glaring at him.
"Yeah I said no, so what? I wanna go with someone else" Harry shrugged and plopped himself down on the couch, closing his eyes.
"Harry, you need to ask her then before she get's asked by someone else" Hermione interrupted Ron, just as he was about to object to Harry's statement.
"What if she says no?"
"Ha! You git! You know Ginny's obsessed with you. Her and Colin have probably started their own bloody fanclub by now" Ron smirked, and a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"Shut up Ron"
"Anyways as I was saying Harry, you should really get on with it and ask her," Hermione decided to change the subject, glaring at Ron.
"Mhmm...I'll ask her in Hogsmeade. That is if I get enough courage to do it."
"That's great Harry, but how the hell could you say no-" Ron began to yell at him again, before receiving another hard kick in the shins from Hermione.
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(A/N: Yeah, I know. Veerrry boring chapter, but it gets better. And NO this is not a H/G story if your thinking along those lines. In the next few chapters, it becomes H/H)
Chapter 2: You stupid git!
Harry grabbed his Firebolt and rushed onto the field to see the whole Quidditch team flying through the air.
"Harry! Where were you?" George landed on the ground, and asked him.
"I got a litte pre-occupied," He laughed, and walked off towards Oliver Wood.
"Alright, now that Harry's here, we're going to work on a new team plan-" Oliver gathered the rest of the team to the ground, getting them to form a circle around him.
"We work on a new team plan every practice Oliver!"
"Shut up Fred!" Oliver snapped at him, and Fred saltuted him. "Yes sir!"
"As I was saying, we're going to work on a new team plan. Our next game is against Slytherin and we can't afford to lose. So, I've been thinking we could begin to use the Fronskie Fient. It may be dangerous, but we sure can't lose! Even though the Seekers normally use this, I suggest we all give it a try,"Oliver stomped his foot, and glared at everyone.
"I thought only professional Quidditch players were allowed to use the Fronksie Fient," Angelina Johnson stepped forward, clutching her broomstick.
"Not anymore they're not," Oliver grinned, and kicked off from the ground, rising into the air.
The team followed his lead, and for the next hour and a half they each tried to do the new stunt. Harry knew that the Slytherin's team seeker was Draco Malfoy, so he would do anything to knock him off of his broom. They practiced the stunt several more times, and then Oliver called them down once more before they hit the showers.
Harry had a quick shower, changed into his robes, and headed for the Gryffindor common room. He was too busy re-capping the practice, he didn't realize he walked straight into someone.
"Oh it's you..." He snarled at Malfoy, who was followed by Crabbe and Goyle, dropping all of his books.
"Better watch where your walking Potter," Draco roughly pushed past him, and walked off.
Harry grunted, and bent down picking up his books. "Stupid git."
"Hey Harry, let me help you with those," A pretty, young girl walked up to him, helping him pick up the rest of his supplies.
"Oh dont worry about it Cho," he smiled at her, and stood up.
"Alright then. I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me to the Christmas Ball..." Cho purposely brushed her arm against his.
His heart skipped a beat, and he tried to catch his breath. "Uh..sorry Cho but actually I was planning on going with someone else. I hope you don't mind."
She stared at him blankly, and placed one of her hands on her hip. "Your not talking about Ginny Weasley are you?"
"What if I am?"
"Well, don't you find her a little young Harry? Wouldn't you rather go to the ball with someone who you've had a crush on for ages?" she winked at him.
He felt his cheeks slowly turn red, and he began to walk off. "Sorry, gotta go. Cya!" he called to her, leaving her standing dumbfoundedly.
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"CHO CHANG ASKED YOU TO THE BALL AND YOU SAID NO?!?!" Ron flared his arms in the air, and received a hard kick in the shins from Hermione.
"Your not helping" she whispered, glaring at him.
"Yeah I said no, so what? I wanna go with someone else" Harry shrugged and plopped himself down on the couch, closing his eyes.
"Harry, you need to ask her then before she get's asked by someone else" Hermione interrupted Ron, just as he was about to object to Harry's statement.
"What if she says no?"
"Ha! You git! You know Ginny's obsessed with you. Her and Colin have probably started their own bloody fanclub by now" Ron smirked, and a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"Shut up Ron"
"Anyways as I was saying Harry, you should really get on with it and ask her," Hermione decided to change the subject, glaring at Ron.
"Mhmm...I'll ask her in Hogsmeade. That is if I get enough courage to do it."
"That's great Harry, but how the hell could you say no-" Ron began to yell at him again, before receiving another hard kick in the shins from Hermione.
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(A/N: Yeah, I know. Veerrry boring chapter, but it gets better. And NO this is not a H/G story if your thinking along those lines. In the next few chapters, it becomes H/H)