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Harry ran down the corridor, gobbled his breakfast and tore down the walkway to the Quidditch pitch. He breathed in.
"Now this season is going to be great!" he said aloud.
He ran inside to change into his Quidditch gear, nearly falling over, he was so excited. He sprinted outside with his trusty Nimbus 2000 and walked out to the middle of the pitch. He looked at his teammates: Seamus, Neville (surprise), Valencia (Val for short), Ella (Oliver Wood's younger sister), Brin (transferred from Beauxbatons), and Ron. Ron was a beater, following in his brother's footsteps. He saw a bludger, chased after it, and knocked straight out of Ella's way.
"Way to go Ron! That's what I like to see!" Harry cheered.
Ron nearly fell off his broom, he didn't know he was there.
"Hey Harry! Are we starting?" he yelled.
"Yeah, come down for a second, all of you!"
The team slowly made its way to the ground. Showering him with 'What's up Harry?', 'What's the plan?' and one 'We're gonna kick Hufflepuff butt today!' Everyone turned to look at Neville.
"We're playing Slytherin today, Nev..." Ron snorted.
"Oh...." Neville, trying to save face yelled, "Which is even better! The sooner the better and we will beat them!"
The team burst into cheer, some for the fact that Slytherin beatings were fun, and some because they hated to see Neville look incredibly stupid.
"Ok, let's get to practice! Ron, I really need you to protect the team against those nasty bludgers this time. Slytherin is pure evil when it comes to Quidditch so we don't need bludgers in the way. Val, did you hear that? Ok, good. Ella? Ella, Ella, Ella, who's the best keeper? Yes, you are but don't let that go to your head now! Yes, you are better than Oliver, yes I know. Brin, Seamus, Neville? Are we going to score big today? Ow..ow ok...yes..alright, let's play then!!" Harry had just been attacked by his teammates, in a friendly, but somewhat painful way. Harry kicked off his broom and soared up high. They began to practice, when the field was suddenly more greener.
"Ugh, not again!" Harry sighed. He lowered his broom, landing delicately, and walked towards the Slytherin team, the rest of the Gryffindor team following suit.
"What do you want now?" Harry asked.
"We want a little pre-game match.." drawled the slimeball, Draco Malfoy.
"So you can lose ahead of time? Well, hey we can beat you to a pulp right now, no problem!" Seamus announced, followed by cheers.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Please...we just want a little...warm up, no bad in that?"
"No, because all the bad is in you, Malfoy." Ron snorted.
This even got a laugh out of Crabbe, which was pathetic. Draco's expression flickered. Lake, the new Slytherin captain, started to pick on the Gryffindor team, just as he was told, by Draco: "If they even dare to insult me, completley embarrass them." And nobody messed with Draco, not when you had to sleep in the same dormitory with him. While he dissed the Gryffindors, Draco slinked off to where Hermione was. She was helping out with the strategy, so she that's why she was not in the stands. Hermione saw Draco walking towards her, walking? More like strutting, swinging his hips just a little too much for her comfort. But enough for her pleasures.
"Hello, Granger." Draco said, in his usual tone.
"Malfoy." spitted Hermione.
"So, you're still calling me Malfoy, huh?"
"What else would I call you? Ooh, scum would be nice! Dirtbag, sleezebag, slimeball, those are all nice..." Hermione continued.
Draco found himself staring at her, watching her eyes roll up as she came up with more insulting names, names he didn't hear. Watching her lick her lips as she began to find more names to call him. Watching her cross and uncross her legs, still as she came up with more insults.
"So, which one do you want then?" Hermione said, standing right in front of him.
Draco faultered, which one? He wasn't listening, he didn't care! He wanted...
"I'd like both of them." he said goggling at her chest.
Hermione gasped, then slapped him straight across the face.
"You're disgusting Malfoy!!"
"I'm a male, what do you expect?"
"Nothing!! And being a male is no excuse! Even Ron doesn't do that! He's a male!"
"Really? He doesn't look male to me!"
"He does to me! You're just a creep, which is now your new NAME!!!" Hermione shrieked at the top of her lungs, which would later cause her to lose her voice for two days.
The steaming Slytherins and Gryffindors stopped their fighting to see who caused the noise. Ron saw Hermione and Draco, inches apart and started to run.
Draco better not have made a move on Hermione, I'll kill him if he did, Ron thought.
Ron raced up behind Draco, Hermione seeing this, smirked at the flush-faced Draco.
"What are you-"
Draco couldn't finish his sentence before Ron pulled him down by his shoulders, and began to pummel him. Harry was running towards them, but wasn't as fast as 'Ron in Rage' mode.
"Ron, get off of...him...Ron! RON! OW!!"
Ron had punched Harry in the side, thinking it was still Draco, he didn't give it much thought though, his focus was Draco.
He hit, he hurt, he was happy.
Harry couldn't believe this, yet when he had a chance to think about it later, he could believe it. Ron was incredibly protective of Hermione, she and Ginny, he protected without questioning. And plus he had a big crush on her too, yet he still didn't ask her out. He was protective, not brave. Harry tried harder this time to get the angrified Ron off of Draco, this time succeeding. He grabbed Ron by the waist and pulled him off with such force, both boys rolled onto each other. Ron was laying on top of Harry, his back to Harry. Harry and Ron stayed there for a while, Harry surprised at how strong Ron had gotten. Ron just stayed there trying to calm down.
"Aw, how cute, two little lovebirds, so cute they are!" yelled Draco, hurt but still a smart aleck. Hermione took the liberty of kicking Draco in the side, making him howl.
Howl for me Draco, that's right, she thought.
Ron came to his senses, he was lying on Harry. He yelped, rolled off of him, stared at him, horror stricken, and eyes bulging, ran off.
"Ron! Ron, stop, where are you going!" Harry yelled, following him.
Draco started to say something nasty but stopped when he saw the unbelievabley odd look on Hermione's face. A mix of anger and....ownership?
Harry ran down the corridor, gobbled his breakfast and tore down the walkway to the Quidditch pitch. He breathed in.
"Now this season is going to be great!" he said aloud.
He ran inside to change into his Quidditch gear, nearly falling over, he was so excited. He sprinted outside with his trusty Nimbus 2000 and walked out to the middle of the pitch. He looked at his teammates: Seamus, Neville (surprise), Valencia (Val for short), Ella (Oliver Wood's younger sister), Brin (transferred from Beauxbatons), and Ron. Ron was a beater, following in his brother's footsteps. He saw a bludger, chased after it, and knocked straight out of Ella's way.
"Way to go Ron! That's what I like to see!" Harry cheered.
Ron nearly fell off his broom, he didn't know he was there.
"Hey Harry! Are we starting?" he yelled.
"Yeah, come down for a second, all of you!"
The team slowly made its way to the ground. Showering him with 'What's up Harry?', 'What's the plan?' and one 'We're gonna kick Hufflepuff butt today!' Everyone turned to look at Neville.
"We're playing Slytherin today, Nev..." Ron snorted.
"Oh...." Neville, trying to save face yelled, "Which is even better! The sooner the better and we will beat them!"
The team burst into cheer, some for the fact that Slytherin beatings were fun, and some because they hated to see Neville look incredibly stupid.
"Ok, let's get to practice! Ron, I really need you to protect the team against those nasty bludgers this time. Slytherin is pure evil when it comes to Quidditch so we don't need bludgers in the way. Val, did you hear that? Ok, good. Ella? Ella, Ella, Ella, who's the best keeper? Yes, you are but don't let that go to your head now! Yes, you are better than Oliver, yes I know. Brin, Seamus, Neville? Are we going to score big today? Ow..ow ok...yes..alright, let's play then!!" Harry had just been attacked by his teammates, in a friendly, but somewhat painful way. Harry kicked off his broom and soared up high. They began to practice, when the field was suddenly more greener.
"Ugh, not again!" Harry sighed. He lowered his broom, landing delicately, and walked towards the Slytherin team, the rest of the Gryffindor team following suit.
"What do you want now?" Harry asked.
"We want a little pre-game match.." drawled the slimeball, Draco Malfoy.
"So you can lose ahead of time? Well, hey we can beat you to a pulp right now, no problem!" Seamus announced, followed by cheers.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Please...we just want a little...warm up, no bad in that?"
"No, because all the bad is in you, Malfoy." Ron snorted.
This even got a laugh out of Crabbe, which was pathetic. Draco's expression flickered. Lake, the new Slytherin captain, started to pick on the Gryffindor team, just as he was told, by Draco: "If they even dare to insult me, completley embarrass them." And nobody messed with Draco, not when you had to sleep in the same dormitory with him. While he dissed the Gryffindors, Draco slinked off to where Hermione was. She was helping out with the strategy, so she that's why she was not in the stands. Hermione saw Draco walking towards her, walking? More like strutting, swinging his hips just a little too much for her comfort. But enough for her pleasures.
"Hello, Granger." Draco said, in his usual tone.
"Malfoy." spitted Hermione.
"So, you're still calling me Malfoy, huh?"
"What else would I call you? Ooh, scum would be nice! Dirtbag, sleezebag, slimeball, those are all nice..." Hermione continued.
Draco found himself staring at her, watching her eyes roll up as she came up with more insulting names, names he didn't hear. Watching her lick her lips as she began to find more names to call him. Watching her cross and uncross her legs, still as she came up with more insults.
"So, which one do you want then?" Hermione said, standing right in front of him.
Draco faultered, which one? He wasn't listening, he didn't care! He wanted...
"I'd like both of them." he said goggling at her chest.
Hermione gasped, then slapped him straight across the face.
"You're disgusting Malfoy!!"
"I'm a male, what do you expect?"
"Nothing!! And being a male is no excuse! Even Ron doesn't do that! He's a male!"
"Really? He doesn't look male to me!"
"He does to me! You're just a creep, which is now your new NAME!!!" Hermione shrieked at the top of her lungs, which would later cause her to lose her voice for two days.
The steaming Slytherins and Gryffindors stopped their fighting to see who caused the noise. Ron saw Hermione and Draco, inches apart and started to run.
Draco better not have made a move on Hermione, I'll kill him if he did, Ron thought.
Ron raced up behind Draco, Hermione seeing this, smirked at the flush-faced Draco.
"What are you-"
Draco couldn't finish his sentence before Ron pulled him down by his shoulders, and began to pummel him. Harry was running towards them, but wasn't as fast as 'Ron in Rage' mode.
"Ron, get off of...him...Ron! RON! OW!!"
Ron had punched Harry in the side, thinking it was still Draco, he didn't give it much thought though, his focus was Draco.
He hit, he hurt, he was happy.
Harry couldn't believe this, yet when he had a chance to think about it later, he could believe it. Ron was incredibly protective of Hermione, she and Ginny, he protected without questioning. And plus he had a big crush on her too, yet he still didn't ask her out. He was protective, not brave. Harry tried harder this time to get the angrified Ron off of Draco, this time succeeding. He grabbed Ron by the waist and pulled him off with such force, both boys rolled onto each other. Ron was laying on top of Harry, his back to Harry. Harry and Ron stayed there for a while, Harry surprised at how strong Ron had gotten. Ron just stayed there trying to calm down.
"Aw, how cute, two little lovebirds, so cute they are!" yelled Draco, hurt but still a smart aleck. Hermione took the liberty of kicking Draco in the side, making him howl.
Howl for me Draco, that's right, she thought.
Ron came to his senses, he was lying on Harry. He yelped, rolled off of him, stared at him, horror stricken, and eyes bulging, ran off.
"Ron! Ron, stop, where are you going!" Harry yelled, following him.
Draco started to say something nasty but stopped when he saw the unbelievabley odd look on Hermione's face. A mix of anger and....ownership?
