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Hermione's PoV
Chapter nine- Quidditch Practise
It was freezing down at the Quidditch pitch. It was lunchtime, and I was watching Viktor and the rest of the Boltaveria team practising. They were good. I don't know much about Quidditch, but I know enough to know that Boltaveria were brilliant. Especially Viktor.
The fact that Viktor was an international Quidditch star really showed- he made the rest of the team look like idiots. But this also made them all try really hard, and they hardly ever made mistakes. Ivan was probably the best after Viktor- he was the vice-captain of the team, and took over if Viktor was ever away with Bulgaria.
I now knew more about the Boltaveria team than I did about Gryffindor, and with two best friends on the team, that's really saying something. That morning at break, Viktor had spent half an hour telling me everything there was to know about the team and its players, their family histories and their best moves. Of course, I'd given him my word that I wouldn't tell Harry and Ron any of this, because that would make it very unfair. Really, Viktor should have known I would never help Gryffindor cheat, but he made me promise anyway. He needn't have bothered, because as I sat there watching I felt the facts slipping away from me.
Back to my original point- it was freezing. It was just too cold to store the information in my mind. Also, though I'd never tell Viktor this- or Ron, for that matter- Quidditch facts bore me to death. I would say I have a good memory, but only for things I *want* to remember.
I'd told Viktor earlier that he was wasting his facts on me, and that I'd never understand the flying manoeuvres he was trying to explain, but he ploughed ahead anyway, at great length. It was nice for him to have something he was so interested in, I suppose.
Back to it being freezing. Try as I might, I could not warm up. I felt quite envious as I watched Viktor and his friends- they could hardly feel the cold at all. When we had stepped outside and I had said that it was freezing cold, Viktor had laughed and told the others what I'd said, and they'd laughed as well. It had been quite embarrassing, now I think about it. Oh well- I'm sure Viktor didn't mean to be mean.
I shook my head. What was I thinking? Of course he didn't! And laughing a bit hardly constitutes as being *mean*, for Heaven's sake! I was just being paranoid. Again. Like yesterday in the library.
My hands were turning blue from the cold when I looked at my watch and realised that I was meant to have met Harry and Ron in the library five minutes ago. Professor Sprout had put us in a group for our Herbology project on magical fungus, and we had to get started.
I stood up, thinking about this morning. It had been strange, no- *Harry and Ron* had been strange. It had started at breakfast- they had sat down as usual but barely said anything to me. They barely even *looked* at me. When I'd asked what was wrong, Harry had said nothing, and that they were just tired. Ron stayed silent. Now I think of it, he hadn't said anything before that either. And he didn't speak throughout Potions, even when Malfoy started flicking lizard scales at him. I don't think he even noticed.
I didn't see them at break. Viktor came and met me as I came out of the dungeons, and before I could say anything to Harry and Ron they had both disappeared. We had History of Magic after break, and they both sat there, staring into space. Usually they laid their heads on their desks and stared into space.
I wrote them both a note, saying 'do you want to meet in the library to start the Herbology project at lunch?' and they didn't write back, they just nodded. Well, Harry nodded- Ron still sat there, and didn't look at me.
A while later, I saw Harry write Ron quite a long note, and then Ron wrote quite a long answer and passed it back. They didn't tell me what it was about; in fact they didn't even look at me or think for a second I'd want to know. I felt quite hurt by this, to tell the truth, and then felt stupid that I felt hurt. Why should I be? If they wanted to keep secrets, fine by me.
After the lesson I told them to meet me at half one, and then went off to find Viktor- we'd already arranged to have lunch together.
Now, when Viktor saw me picking up my bag, he flew down and landed in front of me, looking confused. "Vhere are you going?" He asked. I smiled apologetically. "Sorry Viktor- I have to go to the library. I was meant to meet Ron and Harry five minutes ago." I said, my teeth chattering slightly.
Viktor still looked confused. "You do not vont to stay and votch?" He asked. I sighed- I hated disappointed him like this. "I'm sorry, but I do have to go." I said. He nodded, and I was glad that he understood. I turned to go, but then he said; "I vill go viv you."
I wasn't sure about that. I mean- I was meant to be doing homework after all, and he'd be a distraction. Also, he'd have to pack up and everything, which would make me even more late.
"Well, Viktor, you don't have to." I started to say, but he cut me off. "No, I vill." He said. He turned to his team, whom I realised had all landed as well. He said something to Ivan in Bulgarian, and he nodded. The team kicked off the ground again, and Viktor placed his broom on the seat I'd been sitting on. "Let's go." He said, starting to walk. I tossed my heavy bag onto my shoulder and hurried after him.
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Dear Diary, It's lunchtime, I'm in the Common Room, and I'm totally BORED!!!! There is absolutely nothing for me to- well, there's that essay for Transfiguration I could be doing. Hey! Don't worry- I'm not that bored! Oh- here comes Lisa! See ya! Love Ginny xxx
The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter:
Hermione's late. She's never late for anything. Geez, I've never seen Ron look so edgy- he looks like he's going to puke. Wait a minute, he's facing me! I'd better move.
Thanks to those who reviewed, who were Disneychica02, Shezabel, Aleydis and Maddy. You managed to get me eleven reviews between the four of you, and I think that's quite an achievement!
Hermione's PoV
Chapter nine- Quidditch Practise
It was freezing down at the Quidditch pitch. It was lunchtime, and I was watching Viktor and the rest of the Boltaveria team practising. They were good. I don't know much about Quidditch, but I know enough to know that Boltaveria were brilliant. Especially Viktor.
The fact that Viktor was an international Quidditch star really showed- he made the rest of the team look like idiots. But this also made them all try really hard, and they hardly ever made mistakes. Ivan was probably the best after Viktor- he was the vice-captain of the team, and took over if Viktor was ever away with Bulgaria.
I now knew more about the Boltaveria team than I did about Gryffindor, and with two best friends on the team, that's really saying something. That morning at break, Viktor had spent half an hour telling me everything there was to know about the team and its players, their family histories and their best moves. Of course, I'd given him my word that I wouldn't tell Harry and Ron any of this, because that would make it very unfair. Really, Viktor should have known I would never help Gryffindor cheat, but he made me promise anyway. He needn't have bothered, because as I sat there watching I felt the facts slipping away from me.
Back to my original point- it was freezing. It was just too cold to store the information in my mind. Also, though I'd never tell Viktor this- or Ron, for that matter- Quidditch facts bore me to death. I would say I have a good memory, but only for things I *want* to remember.
I'd told Viktor earlier that he was wasting his facts on me, and that I'd never understand the flying manoeuvres he was trying to explain, but he ploughed ahead anyway, at great length. It was nice for him to have something he was so interested in, I suppose.
Back to it being freezing. Try as I might, I could not warm up. I felt quite envious as I watched Viktor and his friends- they could hardly feel the cold at all. When we had stepped outside and I had said that it was freezing cold, Viktor had laughed and told the others what I'd said, and they'd laughed as well. It had been quite embarrassing, now I think about it. Oh well- I'm sure Viktor didn't mean to be mean.
I shook my head. What was I thinking? Of course he didn't! And laughing a bit hardly constitutes as being *mean*, for Heaven's sake! I was just being paranoid. Again. Like yesterday in the library.
My hands were turning blue from the cold when I looked at my watch and realised that I was meant to have met Harry and Ron in the library five minutes ago. Professor Sprout had put us in a group for our Herbology project on magical fungus, and we had to get started.
I stood up, thinking about this morning. It had been strange, no- *Harry and Ron* had been strange. It had started at breakfast- they had sat down as usual but barely said anything to me. They barely even *looked* at me. When I'd asked what was wrong, Harry had said nothing, and that they were just tired. Ron stayed silent. Now I think of it, he hadn't said anything before that either. And he didn't speak throughout Potions, even when Malfoy started flicking lizard scales at him. I don't think he even noticed.
I didn't see them at break. Viktor came and met me as I came out of the dungeons, and before I could say anything to Harry and Ron they had both disappeared. We had History of Magic after break, and they both sat there, staring into space. Usually they laid their heads on their desks and stared into space.
I wrote them both a note, saying 'do you want to meet in the library to start the Herbology project at lunch?' and they didn't write back, they just nodded. Well, Harry nodded- Ron still sat there, and didn't look at me.
A while later, I saw Harry write Ron quite a long note, and then Ron wrote quite a long answer and passed it back. They didn't tell me what it was about; in fact they didn't even look at me or think for a second I'd want to know. I felt quite hurt by this, to tell the truth, and then felt stupid that I felt hurt. Why should I be? If they wanted to keep secrets, fine by me.
After the lesson I told them to meet me at half one, and then went off to find Viktor- we'd already arranged to have lunch together.
Now, when Viktor saw me picking up my bag, he flew down and landed in front of me, looking confused. "Vhere are you going?" He asked. I smiled apologetically. "Sorry Viktor- I have to go to the library. I was meant to meet Ron and Harry five minutes ago." I said, my teeth chattering slightly.
Viktor still looked confused. "You do not vont to stay and votch?" He asked. I sighed- I hated disappointed him like this. "I'm sorry, but I do have to go." I said. He nodded, and I was glad that he understood. I turned to go, but then he said; "I vill go viv you."
I wasn't sure about that. I mean- I was meant to be doing homework after all, and he'd be a distraction. Also, he'd have to pack up and everything, which would make me even more late.
"Well, Viktor, you don't have to." I started to say, but he cut me off. "No, I vill." He said. He turned to his team, whom I realised had all landed as well. He said something to Ivan in Bulgarian, and he nodded. The team kicked off the ground again, and Viktor placed his broom on the seat I'd been sitting on. "Let's go." He said, starting to walk. I tossed my heavy bag onto my shoulder and hurried after him.
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Dear Diary, It's lunchtime, I'm in the Common Room, and I'm totally BORED!!!! There is absolutely nothing for me to- well, there's that essay for Transfiguration I could be doing. Hey! Don't worry- I'm not that bored! Oh- here comes Lisa! See ya! Love Ginny xxx
The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter:
Hermione's late. She's never late for anything. Geez, I've never seen Ron look so edgy- he looks like he's going to puke. Wait a minute, he's facing me! I'd better move.
