Chapter Three~ Detention

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Harry and Ron walked to the pitch, Harry with his Firebolt and Ron with his Comet Two-Sixty. Harry was the new captain and a new quidditch team was formed. They were in their quidditch uniforms.

Harry was still Seeker; Ron was still Keeper, the sister of Oliver Wood, Tara Wood was Chaser along with Seamus and Dean. The two Beaters were the Creevey twins. They were good, yes.

But only Harry and Ron were out. It was Saturday, the day before the game with Ravenclaw. Harry found out recently that Cho was the captain and Seeker making him feel good and at the same time, disappointed.

Harry put his broom on the grass. "Okay, let's do our training again." he said to Ron who was watching him. Harry didn't stay that the Burrow that summer.

He spent about two weeks with the Dursley's and the rest in Grimmauld Place. It was part of the protection he needed. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley didn't stay but visited him frequently.

Tonks, Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix stayed with him and took care of him. He didn't show himself to Ron and the others until they met up at King's Cross.

Harry thought it was going to be for the better if he distanced himself from his friends for their own protection also. So Harry wasn't sure if Ron practiced his Keeper skills at home.

Just to make sure, he had to train with Harry.

"Uh... Harry... are you sure...? It-It's cloudy and..." Ron muttered. Harry knew he trying to worm his way out. "Hey, you're really good! I know! We practiced together last year. Do it again!" Harry said, picking up his Firebolt.

Yes, his Firebolt was back already and his so-called 'lifelong ban' from quidditch was of course, lifted. Professor Umbirdge was gone and Dumbledore back in the business.

Finally, Fudge found out we were all telling the truth about Voldemort's revival! Harry thought at the end of the summer when he was in Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Harry kicked off about a few feet in the air and faced Ron. "Keep your robes on, you have to practice with them on so you will get used to the robes swishing by you during the real game." He called out. Ron nodded and muttered a shivery "Okay". Ron kicked off the ground, noticeably shivering a bit. Harry took out his wand as Ron went beside him. "Accio trunk!" he muttered.

The trunk containing the quidditch balls flew right below them. Harry looked at Ron. "Relax. I know you can do it!" he said in a comforting tone. He flew back down and saw Ron nod.

Harry opened the moving trunk and saw the Quaffle. He took it in between his hands and tossed it in the air before catching it again. "Hey, Harry!" Ron's voice came. Harry looked up.

"Can you be a bit easy on me? I... I feel..." Harry got on his broom and flew to him. "Ron, believe me, you were just nervous about Angelina last year. Honestly she did make me nervous too but you got it in you!" Harry said.

Ron nodded and flew to the goalposts. Harry flew about fifteen feet from the hoops and held the Quaffle tightly. It was his first time ever since their last practice to hold a Quaffle.

Harry felt the cold, November wind through his hair. "Are you ready?" Harry shouted to Ron. Ron was looking around nervously and looked over to Harry. "Yeah!!" he shouted back. Harry flew slowly to Ron and collected speed as he neared him.

Ron looked focused but a bit of nervousness in him still. Harry stopped abruptly and threw the Quaffle in the air and swatted it with his hand all in one swift move.

The Quaffle was spinning towards Ron in a fast speed. Ron was still, in front of the middle goalpost and he frowned a bit as he watched the Quaffle. The Quaffle flew a mere few inches past him and went through the hoop.

Harry was this and flew to the other side to catch the ball. He then looked to Ron. He was slumping on his broomstick. Harry sighed and flew to Ron. Ron felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned and looked at Harry with a puppy dog expression. "Hey, lighten up! You were close! What more if you missed it by more than a foot? See, it's in you!" Harry said.

Ron nodded, licking his lip. Harry flew to the other side again and resumed to practice with Ron.

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Ron was improving. He caught about six out of nine balls. Harry called in a break when lunchtime arrived. When Harry was tying his shoes, he heard a couple of girls giggling.

Ron tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey mate, it's Cho..." he whispered. Harry stood erect and looked at her. She was in quidditch robes too, with a friend. She had blonde, shoulder length hair and she was a bit darker than Cho.

Cho was shorter by about three inches. Harry felt a sudden urge to muss up his hair... just like James did whenever Lily was around.

But he did not. He thought it was dorky. Cho stopped laughing when she and Harry had eye contact. "Oh. Hello." She said as she slightly rolled her eyes. Her friend look to her and Harry back and forth.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked but no trace of disgust was in it, it more of like a concern. Cho, who looked away as she rolled her eyes, looked back at Harry.

"Quidditch practice with my Keeper, Melissa Harper, here. You?" Cho asked having the same trace of concern. Harry looked at Ron. "Likewise." He replied.

They were all quiet. "So, are you doing well Ron?" Cho asked, her face changing into something much more peaceful. Harry looked to Ron and both had a bit of shock on their faces.

"Wh-What? Pardon me?" Ron asked nervously. Cho smiled. This made Harry's stomach lurch a bit and he didn't know why. "Practice! Are you improving? I watched the game last year. I know you can do it! You're just nervous!" Cho said.

Harry frowned a bit. Maybe from Cho's butting into their business or... jealousy?

Ron swallowed hard. "Oh! Well... yeah, I guess." He said. Cho went to him, Harry watching her intently. She giggled. "Well, it's okay, don't be nervous tomorrow. It wouldn't be fair at all. I want a nice, clean match." She said.

Cho sounded truthful. Harry cleared his throat. "Well, we're leaving! See you tomorrow." He said to Cho, coldly. Yeah, he admitted to himself he was jealous.

Cho frowned to him. "Oh yeah?" she asked softly. Ron backed away a bit. "Look, stop butting into our business! We are opposing teams!! Don't mess with my Keeper, mess with your own for all I care!!" Harry shouted.

A shot of pain went through Harry's right cheek as his head jerked to the left. Pain and heat along with quivering was all Harry felt as he closed his eyes. Cho had slapped him!

Harry looked at her, her eyes shining with both anger and sadness. "How dare you! I care for your team! I care for both our teams! I am NOT butting in and I am NOT messing with your Keeper!" Cho said.

Harry's face became hot. Not with the slap but with anger. Cho let a tear fall and it was obvious she fought it. She was biting her lower lip, frowning. Harry half wanted to say sorry and half wanted to shout.

He went for the shout...

"THERE YOU GO! CRYING AGAIN! WHY MUST YOU DO THAT?!" he said. His voice rang through the pitch. It was half meant. He was just so angry; he could break his Firebolt in half.

"I get annoyed when you talk about Cedric and make ME remember how he died!! What you did before in Hogsmeade was not sensible at all!! I get jealous..." Harry then stopped.

Cho's face was in shock and so were Ron's and Melissa's.

"J-Jealous...?" Cho asked. Harry was panting and he was red in the face. He let it slip! "Y-You get jealous...?" Cho asked as she neared him. Just then, they heard footsteps going to them.

It was Professor McGonagall. "Mr. Potter! Ms. Chang! What is all this shouting? You are disturbing everyone in the castle!" she said sternly. Harry and Cho looked to her.

"Why! Your face Potter! What happened?" she asked. Harry twitched and held his cheek. "Nothing I..." "I did it Professor!" Cho said and everyone looked at her.

"You're crying? What is going on here?!" McGonagall demanded. No one answered. McGonagall sighed. "This looks to me like a fight. You two have detention with me for a week. Five points from both your Houses and the match tomorrow is cancelled." She said.

Harry and Cho wanted to object but McGonagall stopped them from talking and escorted them into the castle along with Ron and Melissa.

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