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Buffy was so proud of Hermione when she found out that she had gone off on Trelawney in Divinations. Hermione had stormed out of the room after Trelawney predicted Harry death again. As the time for the final Quidditch match drew near the Gryffindor's found they had to walk everywhere with Harry. Slytherin had tried several times to trip or hurt Harry in some way. Several riots even broke out between the two houses. The night before the match had everyone on edge. Everyone had abandoned any pursuit they were doing because they were unable to concentrate. The Weasley twins were relieving their stress by being louder than usual. Oliver Wood was bent over a model of the Quidditch field in a corner, using his wand to move the little figures across the field. He was worrying about Buffy. They hadn't found a cause for her weakness, and she had fallen asleep after dinner. As the night began to get later, Wood called it a night.

"Team! Bed!"

Everyone was relieved and glad to comply.

"Slytherin Marcus Flint has the ball. He's moving fast toward the goal. He goes to scores. Flint gets the Quaffle pass Oliver Wood. That makes the score ninety to zero.

Katie Bell has the ball and passes to Angelina, before getting hit in the back by a Bludger sent by Slytherin's Beater Derrick. She drops the Quaffle and Slytherin Chaser Wiley King retrieves it. He passes back Flint who quickly throws it at the goal. Once again Oliver Wood misses the Quaffle. Slytherin scores again. Gryffindor can't seem to catch a break today."

Lee Jordan commentated unenthusiastically.

"Gryffindor Seeker Harry Potter takes a Bludger in the arm. King of Slytherin has the Quaffle. Beater Fred Weasley of Gryffindor sends the second Bludger toward King but Bludger misses completely hitting his own Chaser Buffy Summers. Another Bludger hits Seeker Harry Potter in the chest. Ohh! That had to hurt but he looks to be okay. Slytherin SCORES! Malfoy sees the snitch. He dodges a Bludger. Flint of Slytherin scores. ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN! This is the worse I have ever seen the Gryffindor team play. I think I'm disgusted. Professors, I 'd like to switch houses and become a Slytherin. Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch. Slytherin wins 300 to 0."

Oliver tossed and turned in bed and suddenly woke up gasping for breath. Looking around he realized that it had all been a terrible nightmare. He was in his bed and his team had yet to play the final match against Slytherin. Getting out of his bed, he got a drink of water and quickly drank it down. After that he quickly decided he was going to get up for the day. He found that Buffy was already up. She was sitting on the couch in the common room.

"Morning beautiful. How are you feeling today?" Oliver said as he kissed her and then sat beside her.

"Morning Oliver. About the same. I'm a little nervous. This will be the first match I've played in four years without my Slayer powers."

"You were an extraordinary player before you got your slayer power. That hasn't changed. I know that you will do just fine today."

Oliver wraps his arms around her. She sighed feeling content in his embraced.

"Thanks sweetie. You wouldn't believe the dream I had."

"I wouldn't bet on that. I had one of my own. I couldn't stop anything, and the team couldn't score and Slytherin beat us 300 to 0."

"The day that happens I'll marry Wiley King."

"Then we both have nothing to worry about. The others should be down soon and then we'll go to breakfast."

Oliver was right. The rest of the team soon came down and they went to breakfast. Breakfast soon ended and the Gryffindor team headed for the stadium's locker room. They all changed into their scarlet robes. The team moved toward the field and waited to be announced. They put their hands in for a cheer.

"LET'S GO GRYFFINDOR!"

"And here comes the Gryffindors! Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Johnson, Bell, Summers, and Wood. They are widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years."

"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three…two…one…"

Madam Hooch blew her whistle, which went lost among the roar of the fourteen flying brooms.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Buffy Summers of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal post, looking good, Buffy! ARGH! Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field-WHAM!-nice Bludger work by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on Angelina-nice swerve around Montague-duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!-SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Angelina threw an arm into the air and was almost knocked from her broom by Marcus Flint when he smashed into her.

"OUCH!"

"Sorry!" Flint said not sounding it in the least. The crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"

Fred Weasley threw his Beater club at the back of Marcus Flint's head. Flint's nose hit of his broom making it bleed. When turned to look at Fred he saw that Weasley was grinning slightly.

"Oops, sorry, it slipped."

George said as Buffy came up to his side. She gave him a quick high five.

"Nice one."

"That will do!" Madame Hooch yelled. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on a chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"

"Come off it, Miss!" Fred said but one look from Hooch quieted him.

"Come on, Buffy!"

Lee Jordan's voiced boomed. The team had wanted Buffy to take the shot. She had been the highest scoring Gryffindor Chaser.

"YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY- ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR! Slytherin Chaser Flint moves toward the Gryffindor goal. Course, Wood's a superb Keeper. Superb! Very difficult to pass-very difficult indeed-YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE SAVED IT!"

Oliver gave Flint the grin that said Gryffindor was better. Buffy conveyed her love to him in a smile. He threw the Quaffle to her.

"Gryffindor is in possession, no, Slytherin in possession-no!-Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field-THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

Lee Jordan commentated. Katie had the Quaffle when Montague swerved in front of her grabbing her head, making her cartwheel and deliberately dropping the Quaffle. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and then began shouting at the Slytherin. A minute later Katie put another one past the Slytherin Keeper.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING-"

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way-"

"I'm just telling it like it is Professor."

Harry saw the Snitch but knew he couldn't go after it yet. He needed a fifty-point lead to win. Faking a dive in the opposite direction Harry saw out of the side of his eyes that Draco was following. He felt a Bludger skim right by his ear, and soon felt another one hit his elbow. He looked up to see Slytherin Beaters Bole and Derrick were heading his way. Quickly maneuvering the Firebolt the two Beaters collided into one another.

"Ha haaa! Too bad boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again as Johnson takes the Quaffle-Flint alongside her-poke him in the eye, Angelina!-it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke-oh no-Flint's in possession, Flint's flying toward the Gryffindor goal post, come on now, Wood, save-!"

Flint had gotten a lucky shot in and got the Quaffle past Wood. Lee Jordan had sworn so loudly that McGonagall tried to take the megaphone out of his hand. Giles was chuckling beside her.

"Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor is in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession-"

This game was turning out to be the dirtiest game Buffy had played in a long time. Slytherin was trying anything and everything to win. They were livid that Gryffindor was in the lead by twenty points. Bole had hit Buffy with his club and tried to say that he thought she was a Bludger. George retaliated by elbowing Bole in the face. Hooch awarded each team a shot. Buffy took the shot for Gryffindor scoring, and Wood pulled off another amazing save. The score was now Forty-to-ten.

"Angelina is in possession of the Quaffle. She passes to Buffy who dodges Warrington's attempts to take the Quaffle. They're nearing the goal as Buffy passes to Katie who scores. The score is now Fifty to ten."

Lee Jordan said excitedly.

Buffy turned just in time to see Oliver take a double hit to the stomach by two Bludgers that Bole and Derrick had aimed at him.

"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA! Gryffindor penalty."

Madame Hooch informed the Slytherin Beaters. Buffy took the shot and scored. She got a great deal of satisfaction from it. Gryffindor was winning with sixty points. Seeing the Snitch Harry put on a burst of speed. Harry suddenly felt his broom begin to slow down. Looking back he saw that Draco Malfoy had grabbed the tail of Harry's broom. With a strained effort Malfoy held on until the Snitch had disappeared.

"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics!" Madam Hooch screeched at Malfoy.

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan howled making sure to stay out of McGongall's reach. "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B-"

Giles was now trying to calm McGonagall down who was now yelling in Malfoy's direction. Her hat had fallen off in her tirade. Angelina had taken the penalty shot but was so angry she missed it by quite a bit.

"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal-Montague scores-" Lee Jordan groaned. "Seventy-twenty to Gryffindor…"

Harry was sticking to Malfoy like glue making sure he got nowhere near the Snitch. The two kept knocking knees.

"Buffy Summers gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on Buffy, COME ON!"

Harry flew low and could see that all the Slytherin players including Draco and the Keeper were surrounding Buffy. Making a quick decision Harry zoomed toward them.

"AAAAAAAARRRGH!"

They all scattered as the Firebolt zoomed towards them. Buffy was free to score.

"Thanks Harry." Buffy called out.

"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty points to twenty!"

Harry had almost pelted into the crowd from that move. In mid air he reversed his course when he caught a glimpse of the Snitch. Seeing that Malfoy was already following it he urged his broom on as fast as he could. Soon he and Malfoy were neck and neck. Malfoy was reaching for the Snitch when Harry took both hands off his broom, pushed his hands out of the way and clasped his hand around it.

"YES!"

The crowd was cheering loudly. Harry landed. He saw Oliver speeding toward him. Oliver was ecstatic. He was leaving Hogwarts a winner. Patting Harry on the back he turned to Buffy and planted a long loving kiss on Buffy's lips. Colin Creevy began snapping pictures as the Gryffindor fans crowded out on to the field.

After a week of celebrating winning the Quidditch cup the Gryffindor's settled down as the Seventh years had to take their N.E.W.T.S while others were busy studying for their O.W.L.S. Percy made sure that the common room was quiet and gave severe punishment to any who broke it. The stress of the test was getting to everyone, but it came as a big surprise to everyone when Buffy and Oliver began yelling at one another. They had taken time out from studying to make some last minute wedding plans. They only had about two weeks before the ceremony would take place. A lot of name-calling and harsh words had ensued. It ended with Buffy storming out the tower and Oliver storming up to the boys tower. No one spoke not sure what to do. That had happened several hours ago. Buffy had calmed down considerably and wanted to make her apologize to Oliver. She made her way to the Gryffindor common room. She was glad it was empty because she hadn't really wanted to face anyone until she talked with Oliver. Though girls weren't allowed in the boy's dormitory Buffy had always been a frequent visitor. Making her way to Oliver's dormitory Buffy found it empty. She knew like herself Oliver had his spots to be alone in. Making her way back down she ran into Harry and Ron.

"Hey Buffy." They said softly.

"Hey guys. Have you seen Oliver? I wanted to apologize to him about earlier. I don't know what came over me."

"We haven't seen him. He left the tower ten minutes after you did." Ron informed her.

"If you see him before I do will you let him know I'm looking for him."

"Sure."

Buffy left the tower to search Oliver favorite alone spots to find them all empty. She was beginning to get worried. It would be getting dark soon and right now neither one of them was in any condition to battle the creatures of the night. She was heading toward Muggle Defense room to talk to Giles, Willow, Xander, and Oz, when Professor Wyndam-Pryce suddenly blocked her path.

"Professor Wyndam-Pryce." Buffy greeted him.

"I need you to come with me Miss Summers." He said in his supposed stern tone.

"I can't right now Professor. I really need to talk to Giles."

"We'll this make you reconsider."

In Wesley's hand was Oliver's golden cross necklace. Buffy took it from him to get a closer look at. She knew it was his.

"Where is he?"

I MADE SEVERAL HINTS IN THE LAST CHAPTER ABOUT HOW BUFFY LOST HER POWERS. THIS SHOULD START SOUNDING FAMILIAR TO BUFFY FANS.

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