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Lengthened Summary: Possible romance, lots of action and comedy later on. Ron and Harry face dilemmas recruiting more Quidditch team members, and it involves a possible romance… (don't worry, R+He all the way, but maybe OC+Ha or OC+D, who knows? It's a free country. Depends on the reviews. *Note* Last time I posted I had a PATHETIC amount of posts, so I'm really, really, really, hoping to get more this time. One of my first fics, so PLEASE, review! PLEASE!! It's my life! My soul! MY BEING! Erm, Thank you. One story coming right up. You like fries with that?

CHAPTER TWO: Harry begins Rhiannon's (OC) training, and Draco and his 'posse' get in the way. A punch here, a punch there, I don't know. Haven't writ the friggin story yet, so hold on to your knickerbockers! Trying to write this in chronological order… Tell me if you like! Quidditch training, problems, romance?? There. That's the jist of it. have fun.

Oh! And I just decided to add a juicy little secret that I've been thinking about for a while now. You'll find out more about that later, though, about when they start their first Quidditch game… or something like that…

It just occurred to me that I'm going to have problems finding a title…

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Harry and Rhiannon walked onto the Quidditch field, together lugging the Quidditch set, complete with the Hogwarts seal. Harry held the trunk handle with one hand and had his Firebolt held proudly in his other. Rhea had brought along her Nimbus 2001, the same model as Malfoy's. She had gotten it for her last birthday.
It was a warm, sunny day, and both were dressed for the occasion. Rhiannon had abandoned her robes and was wearing a soft pink tank and jeans, her hair held back with a long pink ribbon. Harry couldn't help but notice how cute she looked with the wind rippling through her long brown hair, every now and then catching a glint of sunlight. Rhiannon had a small star tattoo right next to her right eye, and a lot of freckles dazzling her nose. Harry couldn't take his eyes of off her.
Finally, Harry was knocked out of his peaceful reverie. They had reached the Quidditch field already, and they set down the trunk with a thud. In his mind, Harry was thinking that Rhiannon had already made the team.
Throwing their wands aside next to their equipment bags and other belongings, the two got started. Rhiannon mounted her broom and made her way to the Goal Hoops. (Baskets, WHATEVER) Harry soon joined her after he had retrieved the Quaffle from the trunk. They practiced throwing the ball back and forth between them.
After about 15 minutes of practice, Harry and Rhiannon were trying some drills and scoring techniques, when they noticed a disturbance beneath them.
"Malfoy…" Harry mumbled under his breath.
"I hate him. He always knows how to ruin things. He has no right to be here!"
Harry and Rhiannon made their way back down to the ground, meeting up with a smirking Malfoy and part of his team. He and three other Slytherins were outfitted in their emerald green Quidditch robes despite the warm weather.
"Budge off, Malfoy. I booked this field."
"Calm down, Potty, I have a special, signed note from Professor Snape saying that we have the right to use this field."
(A/N: Cliché, yes, I know! Well, too bad, because it works)
"And why would you need to use the field, Malfoy?" Rhiannon ventured.
Malfoy took a long time looking her up and down before he answered.
"Well, as I'm sure you would know, Potter, Flint is gone, and so are our two Beaters. Now, I'm the Team Captain, and I'm recruiting more people, which I expect is the same reason you're here."
"Malfoy, the only reason you got on the team was because your father paid for it. It's not like you actually have talent!"
Malfoy's face reddened, and he angrily threw a punch at Harry. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, looking up into Rhiannon's livid face. Harry pulled her back, whispering a quick thanks, while Malfoy's recruits helped him up.
"You're going to pay for that, Rieu!"
Harry assumed he was talking about Rhiannon.
"Yeah? Like I care! You never were one of your word, anyway!"
Harry, feeling very confused, just stood there while the enraged Rhiannon threw remark after remark at the equally furious Malfoy. Harry got the feeling that both Rhea and Malfoy knew each other from somewhere else, but he still didn't understand things much. There was one thing, it looked like Rhiannon was a pretty good match for Draco. He pushed her, she pushed him back. It didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon.
"Look, Malfoy, just… stop… FIGHTING!" said Harry as he exasperatedly separated the two, still fuming at each other. Harry didn't necessarily want to stop this unusual tension, because it would prove to be a pretty good incentive for Rhiannon to whoop Malfoy in the upcoming Quidditch match, but he was getting tired of all this nonsense. "Come ON! Listen, Malfoy- you take that half, we take this half. Deal?"
Malfoy angrily nodded his head, then stomped away with his three other team members. Looking over at Rhiannon, Harry noticed her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily.
"What? Is something wrong?"
"I hate him."
"So does everyone else."
"Yeah, well, this is no ordinary grudge. You wouldn't understand."
"What? Okay. Whatever. Just as long as you tell me later."
"Sure."

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A/N: Okay! There! You like? You love? REVIEW! Yay!! Okay, lot's coming up in the next chapter, so…

Bye for now… *torty*