When Harry awoke, he was on the pitch being fed a steaming
potion by Hermione. It tasted horrible and he spat it out.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, "You need that to keep your strength
up,"
"My strength is fine," said Harry, and stood up. He walked a
few paces and started to feel woozy, he turned around to see that
the potion was following him, Hermione flashed a 'I-told-you-
so' smile and flounced off to see the quidditch medics. He
grabbed the steaming goblet and turned around, to be given a
start by Cho, who three her arms around him. Harry just
managed to get the goblet up to avoid spilling it down his front.
Then she straightened up to hit him on the arm (that wasn't
holding the goblet) and yelled "Why did you scare me like
that?" Harry, bewildered, answered "er - I'm sorry?"
"Sorry doesn't cut it mister!, don't . ever . scare . me . like . that
again!" she had hit him in the space between all the words.
Harry's knees now gave way and he let go of the goblet, falling
to the ground, he looked up and saw that the goblet was now
floating in mid - air. "Thanks for trusting me not to drop it
Hermione!"
"You're welcome," she shouted back and Harry rolled his eyes.
With a flick of his wand he got the goblet to float down to his
hand, albeit clumsily. He was never very good at charm work.
He drank the potion and stood up, immediately feeling
rejuvenated and strong (and for some reason, like dancing).
"Did we win," asked Harry
"Yes, no thanks to Barry," replied Cho, referring to the Crows
beater, Derek Barry "I bet he was in slytherin," she added with
distaste. Ron walked over to them and clapped Harry on the
back "Great game, mate! We should celebrate!" (A/N - hey that
rhymed!) he said. Cho narrowed her eyes "Don't you have, oh I
dunno, minister duties to attend to?" Ron's face fell, "Oh - oh,
yeah, that's right," then his face brightened, "but you know, I
must clock off sometime, right?"
Cho didn't look particularly happy about this, and Harry
assumed it was because she didn't feel celebrating (and going by
Ron's usual standards, consuming a fair amount of alchohol)
wasn't proper activities for the Minister of Magic, but she
refrained from saying anything. Hermione came over then and
exclaimed, "Hey, one of those medi guys has a wife, and when
she had a baby she tried this potion," at this point she waved a
piece of paper in their faces "and it really combated her morning
sickness - isn't great!?"
"It combats your morning spew?" Ron said smiling
Hermione, either ignoring or not realizing the joke nodded and
said, "Well gotta go Harry, see you tonight I'm guessing, so
cheerio!" and at this she and Ron disapparated and Cho and
Harry were left alone, "Well," started Harry, "Where's my
'Harry, you're a winner' kiss?" Cho smiled and leaned in, but
they were interrupted by a shout of "Oi! Potty!" and Harry
turned around, to come face to face with Draco Malfoy.
potion by Hermione. It tasted horrible and he spat it out.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, "You need that to keep your strength
up,"
"My strength is fine," said Harry, and stood up. He walked a
few paces and started to feel woozy, he turned around to see that
the potion was following him, Hermione flashed a 'I-told-you-
so' smile and flounced off to see the quidditch medics. He
grabbed the steaming goblet and turned around, to be given a
start by Cho, who three her arms around him. Harry just
managed to get the goblet up to avoid spilling it down his front.
Then she straightened up to hit him on the arm (that wasn't
holding the goblet) and yelled "Why did you scare me like
that?" Harry, bewildered, answered "er - I'm sorry?"
"Sorry doesn't cut it mister!, don't . ever . scare . me . like . that
again!" she had hit him in the space between all the words.
Harry's knees now gave way and he let go of the goblet, falling
to the ground, he looked up and saw that the goblet was now
floating in mid - air. "Thanks for trusting me not to drop it
Hermione!"
"You're welcome," she shouted back and Harry rolled his eyes.
With a flick of his wand he got the goblet to float down to his
hand, albeit clumsily. He was never very good at charm work.
He drank the potion and stood up, immediately feeling
rejuvenated and strong (and for some reason, like dancing).
"Did we win," asked Harry
"Yes, no thanks to Barry," replied Cho, referring to the Crows
beater, Derek Barry "I bet he was in slytherin," she added with
distaste. Ron walked over to them and clapped Harry on the
back "Great game, mate! We should celebrate!" (A/N - hey that
rhymed!) he said. Cho narrowed her eyes "Don't you have, oh I
dunno, minister duties to attend to?" Ron's face fell, "Oh - oh,
yeah, that's right," then his face brightened, "but you know, I
must clock off sometime, right?"
Cho didn't look particularly happy about this, and Harry
assumed it was because she didn't feel celebrating (and going by
Ron's usual standards, consuming a fair amount of alchohol)
wasn't proper activities for the Minister of Magic, but she
refrained from saying anything. Hermione came over then and
exclaimed, "Hey, one of those medi guys has a wife, and when
she had a baby she tried this potion," at this point she waved a
piece of paper in their faces "and it really combated her morning
sickness - isn't great!?"
"It combats your morning spew?" Ron said smiling
Hermione, either ignoring or not realizing the joke nodded and
said, "Well gotta go Harry, see you tonight I'm guessing, so
cheerio!" and at this she and Ron disapparated and Cho and
Harry were left alone, "Well," started Harry, "Where's my
'Harry, you're a winner' kiss?" Cho smiled and leaned in, but
they were interrupted by a shout of "Oi! Potty!" and Harry
turned around, to come face to face with Draco Malfoy.
