**Ooh. Hey. I don't own Harry Potter. BIG surprise. But anyway, read the story, and don't forget to Read & Review!**
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 SEVEN: Here goes. Another chapter and only one reviewer. LIFE IS GOOD. But LIFE WOULD BE BETTER if I had more reviews… *pout*
*today's summary*
I haven't writ for a while, now, so I'm going to be a bit iffy about this. To my one, devoted reviewer, (Also, TolkienFan711 rocks.) here goes.
I don't know what's going to go in here, but I assume it will be a Quidditch game, (if you've read Fateful Alliance, one of my other fics, you'll know what to expect.) and a Ha/OC and a G/OC confrontation. (and a D/OC confrontation…) Stay tuned! You're about ta get thrown.
Also, the ff.net site is terribly slow at updating my fics, and so its says new title, adjustments, etc. at my login page, but I found after an hour it hasn't done nothing much at the public viewage thing. *sigh* oh well, I'll live… but If you've reviewing and I haven't figured it out yet, that's why. (I'm hoping, HOPING that more than one person reviewed, YET I AM VERY HAPPY that even they did (go tolkienfan!!) but umm… yeah. If I get the impression no one's reading, then, well… umm…
On with the show!
(tacky tacky tacky tacky tacky!) EEW!
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Draco was confused as he walked down the long corridors adjacent to the library. Rhiannon had left by means of a more direct route, but Draco knew he could not follow that way. Suddenly, Draco was jarred out of his train of thought by none other than- Granger.
Inwardly, Draco cursed the girl, he was actually getting to something. However, he could not blame her for running into him. It was more likely that HE had run into HER, partially because he was so deep in thought. Granger had been carrying a tall stack of books- before she had run into him. Now, they were scattered across the floor, strewn across the corridor. Granger was sprawled on the ground, hurriedly picking up her books. It seemed like she didn't even want to spend time exchanging hexes. Draco didn't do a thing to help her with the books, but something caught his eye.
"Hey, Granger, can I borrow this?"
Before Hermione could answer, Malfoy was running down the hallway with her b Theory of Animagus /b book. She cursed Malfoy, and promised herself she'd hex him later.
~*~*~*~
Rhiannon was in a panic. She decided to go someplace to cool off and think things out. Somewhere she hoped no one would find her. She was wrong.
Rhiannon grumbled as she watched Harry glide up to her on his Firebolt.
"Better come down from there, Rhea. Pouting won't do you any good."
"Who says I'm pouting?"
Harry sighed. He could feel the breeze rifling through his hair, and he looked around. It was obvious Rhiannon was upset about something. It also seemed that she had given up.
Rhiannon swung her legs, staring into her lap. Harry was amazed at her bravery. The tremendous height didn't seem to faze her a bit, even without a broomstick. Harry figured that it probably didn't matter for her. And that she was trying to tell him something.
"You'd better find a way down from here."
"I'll find a way."
"No, what I mean is… the rest of the Quidditch team will be out here momentarily. Even if you don't bother hiding it from me, I'd think you'd want to keep it from the rest of the school."
Rhiannon sighed. She continued to swing her feet, her legs brushing against the tall post. Looking down, she could see the sand pit that would cushion her if she were to fall, but Rhiannon knew quite well that she never would. It just didn't happen when you were an Animagus.
Harry didn't wait for an answer. He flew closer to the giant Quidditch hoop that Rhiannon was sitting in. He maneuvered his broom so that she could hop on.
"C'mon. It'll hold us both."
Rhiannon gave another sigh and resolutely lowered herself onto the broom. Harry felt satisfied that he had convinced her. He didn't know what would have happened if she hadn't come down.
Sure enough, as Harry and Rhiannon touched the ground, Ron entered the stadium. Rhiannon daintily stepped off, and meandered over to the Quidditch trunk bedecked with the Hogwarts seal.
"Where's your broom and gear, Rhea?"
"Oh, my broom's upstairs in the dorm, Ron, I've been making some small repairs on it. You know, fine tuning it for our next game. It isn't ready yet, but I thought I'd come down, anyway."
"Yeah. That works."
The rest of the Quidditch team arrived eventually, and practice went underway, but Harry couldn't wait until it was over. He was looking forward to a light talk with Rhiannon when they made their way back to the castle.
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Aah! Okay. Yes. I know. That was very lame, but I'm working on it. Once I get 'back into mah groove' I'll be better at this. Until then, I don't know. Expect a few lousy fics.
*her tortiness*
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 SEVEN: Here goes. Another chapter and only one reviewer. LIFE IS GOOD. But LIFE WOULD BE BETTER if I had more reviews… *pout*
*today's summary*
I haven't writ for a while, now, so I'm going to be a bit iffy about this. To my one, devoted reviewer, (Also, TolkienFan711 rocks.) here goes.
I don't know what's going to go in here, but I assume it will be a Quidditch game, (if you've read Fateful Alliance, one of my other fics, you'll know what to expect.) and a Ha/OC and a G/OC confrontation. (and a D/OC confrontation…) Stay tuned! You're about ta get thrown.
Also, the ff.net site is terribly slow at updating my fics, and so its says new title, adjustments, etc. at my login page, but I found after an hour it hasn't done nothing much at the public viewage thing. *sigh* oh well, I'll live… but If you've reviewing and I haven't figured it out yet, that's why. (I'm hoping, HOPING that more than one person reviewed, YET I AM VERY HAPPY that even they did (go tolkienfan!!) but umm… yeah. If I get the impression no one's reading, then, well… umm…
On with the show!
(tacky tacky tacky tacky tacky!) EEW!
*******************************************
Draco was confused as he walked down the long corridors adjacent to the library. Rhiannon had left by means of a more direct route, but Draco knew he could not follow that way. Suddenly, Draco was jarred out of his train of thought by none other than- Granger.
Inwardly, Draco cursed the girl, he was actually getting to something. However, he could not blame her for running into him. It was more likely that HE had run into HER, partially because he was so deep in thought. Granger had been carrying a tall stack of books- before she had run into him. Now, they were scattered across the floor, strewn across the corridor. Granger was sprawled on the ground, hurriedly picking up her books. It seemed like she didn't even want to spend time exchanging hexes. Draco didn't do a thing to help her with the books, but something caught his eye.
"Hey, Granger, can I borrow this?"
Before Hermione could answer, Malfoy was running down the hallway with her b Theory of Animagus /b book. She cursed Malfoy, and promised herself she'd hex him later.
~*~*~*~
Rhiannon was in a panic. She decided to go someplace to cool off and think things out. Somewhere she hoped no one would find her. She was wrong.
Rhiannon grumbled as she watched Harry glide up to her on his Firebolt.
"Better come down from there, Rhea. Pouting won't do you any good."
"Who says I'm pouting?"
Harry sighed. He could feel the breeze rifling through his hair, and he looked around. It was obvious Rhiannon was upset about something. It also seemed that she had given up.
Rhiannon swung her legs, staring into her lap. Harry was amazed at her bravery. The tremendous height didn't seem to faze her a bit, even without a broomstick. Harry figured that it probably didn't matter for her. And that she was trying to tell him something.
"You'd better find a way down from here."
"I'll find a way."
"No, what I mean is… the rest of the Quidditch team will be out here momentarily. Even if you don't bother hiding it from me, I'd think you'd want to keep it from the rest of the school."
Rhiannon sighed. She continued to swing her feet, her legs brushing against the tall post. Looking down, she could see the sand pit that would cushion her if she were to fall, but Rhiannon knew quite well that she never would. It just didn't happen when you were an Animagus.
Harry didn't wait for an answer. He flew closer to the giant Quidditch hoop that Rhiannon was sitting in. He maneuvered his broom so that she could hop on.
"C'mon. It'll hold us both."
Rhiannon gave another sigh and resolutely lowered herself onto the broom. Harry felt satisfied that he had convinced her. He didn't know what would have happened if she hadn't come down.
Sure enough, as Harry and Rhiannon touched the ground, Ron entered the stadium. Rhiannon daintily stepped off, and meandered over to the Quidditch trunk bedecked with the Hogwarts seal.
"Where's your broom and gear, Rhea?"
"Oh, my broom's upstairs in the dorm, Ron, I've been making some small repairs on it. You know, fine tuning it for our next game. It isn't ready yet, but I thought I'd come down, anyway."
"Yeah. That works."
The rest of the Quidditch team arrived eventually, and practice went underway, but Harry couldn't wait until it was over. He was looking forward to a light talk with Rhiannon when they made their way back to the castle.
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Aah! Okay. Yes. I know. That was very lame, but I'm working on it. Once I get 'back into mah groove' I'll be better at this. Until then, I don't know. Expect a few lousy fics.
*her tortiness*
