Harry was feeling happier then he had felt in days. Even the load of homework waiting for him up in Gryffindor's Common Room could deflate Harry's good spirits. As he and Hermione neared the castle, however, there was something in the Entrance Hall that would make him feel certainly less then happy.
Ron and Lavender caught up with Harry and Hermione, putting off the carriage ride, all four joking and talking about plans for the holidays. Harry and Ron got into a heated conversation about the upcoming Quidditch match; gleefully thinking of ideas of how to best gloat after defeating the Slytherins in a humiliating match. Hermione and Lavender, instead enthusiastically described their afternoon of shopping; oohing and aahing over each other's purchases, occasionally squealing at the odd bought item. Each party was so caught up into their conversations, that the time between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts went by very quickly.
They shuffled their feet on the carpet inside the Entrance Hall, shaking and brushing off snow from their cloaks, and drying their shoes. Hermione sat down in a chair to rest her feet, and Ron sat down next to her. Harry was occupied untangling a very troublesome knot in his shoelace. Snow had seeped into his shoe and he needed to get it off in the worst way. Harry had only just put his dried shoe on when he heard a boy call from behind him
Hermione! Harry looked up to see who had called out, and groaned. A cheerful Orlando Cione was walking towards them down the staircase, waving at Hermione with one hand, and with the other holding a very happy looking Kit's hand. Ron got up and leaned towards Harry.
Who's that bloke? Ron whispered, his eyes never straying from the approaching Italian boy. Harry grit his teeth.
Orlando Cione. Some thick head who goes around hugging every girl near him. Ron looked uncertainly at Harry, before edging towards Lavender and seizing her hand. Hermione got up from her chair, smiling, and walked towards Orlando. They met in the middle of the hall, and talked very animatedly. Harry rolled his eyes, and walked to meet Hermione.
Yes, yes, we were heading out to Hogsmeade! I was going to buy Kit a new scarf! Kit grinned idiotically again and buried her face in Orlando's shoulder. Hermione snorted.
Looks like I did a good job when I set up you two. Harry, Ron, Lavender and myself just came from there! Orlando's face fell.
Harry? You are still with him? Harry stepped infront of Hermione, and folded his arms, looking dangerously close to throttling Orlando.
I'll say she is. What do you care anyways, you've got a girlfriend? Coming very close to Orlando's face ( a difficult job, as he had to stand on the tips of his toes to come close to Orlando's towering height), Harry glared at him just as he had seen Professor McGonagall look sternly at him that morning. Orlando quailed under his gaze only slightly, and looked him straight back just as threateningly.
Listen to me, and you listen very closely. Hermione, is my girlfriend, and if I hear you're making any more plays for her, or hitting on her again, I'll blast you all the way back to Italy. Got it? Harry tried gritting his teeth for added effect, but that just gave him chills up and down his spine.
Orlando took a deep calming breath, and looked down at Kit, who was looking horror struck up at him.
You, you.. you don't like me? Her! That's all you want! Go on, have her! Why would you want stupid old me? With that she burst into tears and ran through the nearest tapestry, her wails fading into the distance. Orlando looked from Harry to Hermione, and at Ron and Lavender. His eyes finally settled on Harry.
I've got it, Harry Potter. Orlando then turned, and threw back the tapestry, walking through the stone passageway to find Kit. Hermione sighed, and turned to Harry, biting her lip, obviously trying to fight back a smile.
Harry! He was only asking a simple question, you didn't have to threaten him with murder! Ron rolled his eyes.
Hermione, you defend anyone you think is partly good looking, even if they are a lunatic. Come on Lavender, a cup of hot cocoa sounds good right now. That is, if Orlando doesn't rush in and try to steal my mug! Harry snorted, and looked at Hermione, whose face was tinged pink. She sighed, shaking her head, and smiled at him.
That was very brave and gentlemanly of you Harry, defending my honor. Just promise me Harry- Her expression changed from happy to strained, Promise me you won't get into any fights. Please, Harry? Harry looked into her big hazel eyes, and he melted, (in a manly way, not that awwing thing girls do) and nodded.
Right then. Let's get out of here, and far from Orlando and his little saving ways. Harry took Hermione's hand, and they walked silently out of the Entrance Hall, and through the halls to the Quidditch field.
The sight of the field lifted Harry's spirits even higher then they were walking back from Hogsmeade... Before the run in with Orlando. Just who does he think he is anyways? Think he can steal the hearts of every girl in the castle?, Harry thought bitterly to himself. He glanced sideways at Hermione, who was gazing around at Hogwarts and the approaching Quidditch field. Well, I won't let him get her, not that easily. Hermione turned and smiled at Harry, who smiled quickly back at her. They walked in silence, swinging their hands together, Harry brushing off a bug from his cloak.
Harry was brought out his train of thought upon the arrival at the broom shed. Opening the wood doors, Harry searched for his Firebolt, which gave off a slight gleam in the dark, found it, and walked out of the shed. Hermione was looking rather nervous, wringing her hands, and flicking looks back at the castle. Harry gave her an admonishing look.
Hermione, don't tell me you're nervous? It's only flying on a broomstick, the best broomstick in the world I'll remind you. I won't crash into the castle. Hermione took a deep breath and looked into Harry's emerald eyes.
Harry, it's not as though I don't trust you, it's just that, well, I haven't ever flown before. Harry grinned.
Then now's as good a time as ever. Come on Hermione, don't you think it'll be romantic? Flying over the snow covered castle, together, seeing Hogwarts as you've never seen it before. Harry had said the right thing. Hermione stopped wringing her hands, and took Harry's mitten covered hand. Harry gave her an encouraging squeeze, as they walked into the Quidditch field.
Why are we going in here? Can't we take off just anywhere?
I'd like you to see the world as I see it during a Quidditch match. You've only been in the stands. We'll fly around here, then go off to the grounds.
Hermione checked her watch. It's a quarter till one, you'll want lunch before your Quidditch practice.
Alright Hermione, just get on... Harry mounted his broom, and Hermione got on in front of him, smoothing out her skirt before taking a firm grip on the ash wood handle, and looked back at Harry. He kissed her on the cheek, and Hermione turned back around, taking a deep breath, and looking around at the snow around them, appearing as though she would rather be anywhere then on this broom. Harry put his arms around Hermione, and gripped the handle in front of her.
Are you ready? Harry asked. Hermione nodded slowly. Alright then, hold tight. Hermione's gloves squeaked as she tightened her grip.
On three, two, one- Harry pushed off hard from the ground, his stomach turning backflips, and his heart leaping into his throat. Hermione screamed, and Harry laughed, slowing the Firebolt to a halt in mid-air. Hermione had screwed up her eyes halfway during their assent. They had been in air a minute before Harry shook her arm gently.
Hermione, open your eyes. She did so, opening one eye, gasping and opening the other, her mouth open wide.
H-harry! I never thought it was this spectacular up in the air! She turned to look every which way, and the broom turned where ever she wished. Hermione gasped again.
Harry!! I'm steering the broom! Oh no, this is too scary, Harry I want to go back down, Harry please..- Harry hushed her.
Come on now, you see how easy it is to steer? How about this, you try steering the broom, and I'll do the up and down parts? Hermione nodded weakly. Alright, lean forward slightly, down to the broom handle.
Hermione leaned forward slowly, and the broom sped off toward the goal posts. Hermione screamed, and Harry pulled up on the handle, so they avoided the left hoop by feet.
That.. was, um very good Hermione. Hermione glared back at Harry the best she could without turning the broom. Go on, just have another go, not so far down this time, trust the broom. Feel its energy in your hands. Hermione nodded again, and this time, the Firebolt set off at a nice pace. Hermione laughed, and turned right, then left. She called back to Harry,
Do a loop! Harry turned away from the stands, and sped forward, then did a huge backwards loop, Hermione yelling happily all the while. Harry grinned, and called to her,
Now try going faster! Hermione quickly leaned forward on the Firebolt, and they sped recklessly down the Quidditch field. Harry made the Firebolt dive, and then pulled up slightly, so that they were flying forward, mere inches from the snowy field. Hermione reached down and snow filled her hand without any effort with the speed they were going. She threw the snow up into the air, as Harry pulled up on the broom once more. They came to a halt, as Harry breathed heavily.
Hermione, you're a natural! Maybe you can get your own broom and see what you can do on your own! Hermione gave a very satisfied
sigh.
Can we ride around now? The grounds I mean, you fly of course. Harry wiped his brow, and set off towards the Lake, flying slowly. Hermione was quite impressed by everything she saw.
You know, Hogwarts, A History is quite a fine book, but you don't get to know the complete Hogwarts just through a book! This is the most wonderful thing I've ever seen! Thank you Harry. Harry smiled. He was better then Hogwarts, A History!
You are quite welcome. Say, Hermione what time is it? Hermione checked her watch. It was very much like the watch Professor Dumbledore owned, with planets spinning around the edges, changing positions and new stars appearing and disappearing.
It's nearly two o' clock! Harry, I'm starving, how about we go back? Harry turned the broom, and they sped towards the castle. Come on Harry, show me what this baby can really do! Harry obliged, and they rocketed towards Hogwarts, Hermione laughing happily and screaming as Harry barrel rolled and dived occasionally. Harry chuckled, and flew straight, Hermione threatening to give him a black eye when they landed, and report him to Professor McGonagall for reckless flying.
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The fireplace was a festive party of sparks, cinders and fire, as it crackled heartily late at night. Quidditch practice was long over, and Harry was exhausted. Angelina had worked the Quidditch team harder then she had in any practice that year. Montague, the new Quidditch Captain, had cursed her nose at lunch so it had grown to the size of a watermelon. She only got it reduced thirty minutes earlier by Madam Pomfrey, and her nose was a purplish colour. The maniac glint in Angelina's eye seemed even more profound then usual as she yelled across the pitch at each one of them. The need to defeat Slytherin, for Harry and the rest of the team, seemed to double as they practiced long ingot the night.
Harry sipped from a mug of cocoa from a platter that had been brought from the kitchens by Fred and George. Hermione was up in the girls dormitory, resting from the very hectic day. Ron was sitting across from him in an armchair. The rift between them had again settled after a good long conversation about Orlando. Ron had whole heartily agreed to join in and help Harry curse Orlando if he ever made a play for Hermione.
Harry looked at Ron's watch.
D' you suppose we ought to get started on some homework? Ron sighed, and settled further into his pillow.
Harry.. classes haven't been going on for the past two days, I highly doubt they'll give us any new homework yet.


Ron hurry up! You still have to start on Snape's essay! Hermione sighed irritably, and bent down low to her essay, already half a foot, written in Hermione's minuscule handwriting. Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron, looking completely frustrated.
Any clue what a Niffler on a dark night standing at a right angle to Jupiter and an acute angle to Mars on top of a mountain in Chile means? Harry was working on his Divination homework, scratching his chin with his quill.
It was Thursday night, and Ron was staring miserably at a large stack of homework on the table in front of him.
My bloody brain is going to explode! Ron sighed, and banged his head on the table. Harry stopped scratching his chin, and bent over his parchment.
It means ... my .. brain ... will ... explode, Harry read outloud,
Thanks Ron. Ron removed his head from the table, and sighed, looking at his essay.
Hermione, can't we please see your notes? Hermione had not slept well the previous night, and her nerves were very strained from the load of work. Her head snapped up, and she glared at Ron.
Why are you so incompetent of taking your own notes? Harry put an arm around Hermione, only to be very surprised when she shrugged it off. Harry, now is not a good time! Here! She searched under the pile of parchment, and thrust a long piece of parchment at Ron. Take the stupid notes! I'm going to bed! Hermione slammed her book shut and stormed upstairs carrying her things, dropping pieces of parchment and quills as she went.
Ron snorted. What do you suppose her bloody problem is? Harry shrugged.
No bloody clue, I suppose she's just in one of her moods again. Harry looked at Ron's watch for the umpteenth time, and saw it was near to ten o' clock. Say Ron, when's your next detention with Snape?
Ron groaned. During Potions, Snape had reminded Ron of the unpleasantries that would befall him if he did not come to his next scheduled detention. Damn Harry, I'd nearly forgotten.. I'd better go now.. He'll have me scrubbing that filthy rat spleen, toad tongue, beetle eye covered floor of his. I bet he choose to have his classes do that horribly hard and messy potion of his today just to make it harder for me. How many more days do I have of detention, will you mind telling me? I'll tell you! Ron burst out angrily, before Harry could get the words out of his mouth. Two more weeks! That's practically until the end of first term!

Harry shook his head. You've got it rough mate, but can it be anymore horrible then having to polish all those trophies in second year when you couldn't stop belching slugs all over them? Ok, sorry, Harry held up his hands as Ron looked at him with a murderous glint in his eye, Sorry, I was only suggesting.. Never mind. Anyways, you don't know what he'll have you doing. Just try to look on the somewhat bright side of things. Ron muttered darkly under his breath, and waving his wand at his homework, Banished it upstairs, landing hopefully, in a neat pile by his bed.
Well, I'll be off. Don't stay up for me, he'll have me in detention until the wee hours, just so I'll be exhausted for the Quidditch match. Mind you go to bed early, if I'm going to be horrible at goal keeping, you'll need to catch the Snitch quickly. Harry rolled his eyes.
Yes mother dearest, I'll brush my teeth, comb my hair and say my prayers before going to bed. Ron snorted, before waving glumly goodbye, and disappearing through the Portrait hole. Harry sighed, and set back to work on the trailing piece of parchment before him, lined with questions, but with out hardly any answers. Deciding he'd have a go tomorrow night at all of his work, Harry packed up as well, and left the Common Room, almost the last person to leave. Only Fred and George were still awake, no doubt working on a new joke pack or something else.
Harry got into bed, and looked out through the drawn back hanging at the sky. Today wasn't such a bad day, once you take out the Honeydukes incident. Tomorrow was the match with Slytherin, and Harry was sure they would win.

Eat! Eat up now! We all need our strength! Angelina walked past each Gryffindor Quidditch Team member's plate, and loaded it with everything she could reach.
Oy! Where's your plate Angelina? Fred and George both got up, marched Angelina to a seat, and loaded her plate with fruit, biscuits, bacon and eggs. Fred poured her a full glass of pumpkin juice, and George tied a napkin around her neck.
Eat up now dear! You need your strength! Angelina tore off the napkin, with the hint of a smile. She didn't bark at Fred and George to get their butts in gear but instead dug into her breakfast with great gusto. Chortling, Harry turned to Ron, who was on his second plate.
Snape's detention alright? Hermione peered at Ron from Harry's right, eating some melon. Ron swallowed, and turned to Harry with a pained look on his face.
Alright? It was ghastly! I had to write his memoir, of his life's story! Harry and Hermione laughed. No seriously, it was as bad as I expected it to be. No scrubbing floors, but I had to sort, label and store every new ingredient he got for his N.E.W.T. classes. Loads of slimy dead things in jars. I actually dropped one once; the inhabitant of the jar materialized two legs from it's own body, and scurried across the storeroom. Snape came in, and did nothing to help. I had to throw myself on top of it just to keep the damn thing from sliding under the door. Got this huge nasty purple stain on my robes. I had to walk back to Gryffindor Tower in only my jeans, my shirt and robe got tossed in for a wash.
Hermione's face seemed slightly glazed at the mention of Ron without his shirt on. Harry noticed this, and got very miffed.
If you like guys without any shirts on I can do that for you any time you wish. Hermione blushed terribly, and turned back to her peach cobbler. Ron, looking slightly pleased with himself, swung his legs over the bench, and got up in a jaunty fashion.
Well, Harry, we'd best be getting off to the Quidditch field. Ron bent down, and picked up his Firebolt from the floor. Harry wiped his mouth, and reached out his arm to help Hermione up. She accepted graciously, and they linked arms. The rest of the Quidditch team was getting up, Angelina was already halfway out of the Great Hall, taking huge strides as her robe billowed out behind her.
The Gryffindor's cheered as they walked past, as Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff joined in with a chorus of boo's from the Slytherins. Harry saw Malfoy make a face at him, and Harry smiled maliciously at him while giving Malfoy a rude hand gesture. Sneering, Malfoy turned to talk to the rest of the Slytherin team. Harry laughed as they walked out of the Great Hall.

The weather outside was under perfect flying conditions. It was cloudy, meaning there was no dealing with sun shining in player's eyes. The temperature was a bit chilly, but Harry knew it would feel as balmy as the Bahamas in August after flying around for a few minutes. As they got to the locker rooms, Harry said goodbye to Hermione, who wished both Ron and Harry good luck. Ron waved as they walked into the Locker Rooms.
Harry had fully expected a long winded speech from Angelina, who was unusually quiet. Everyone had changed into their robes, and were waiting for the time to go out, when Angelina faced them, her face set.
Alright men, and women, this is it. The big one. The one we've all been waiting for.
Haven't we heard this before? Angelina glared at Ron before continuing.
We are going to go out there and show them who's really the better team! This rivalry has gone on long, and we've always come out of it on top! I want today to be no different! Fred, George. The twins leapt up and saluted. Make sure you don't give them a moments rest. I want them twirling out of the way. Oh, and make sure you give Montague an especially hard time. Fred and George's faces split into identical evil grins.
Right-o Cap'n.
Angelina, for a split second looked nervous. Then she regained her composure and said, Right, let's go! She turned on her heel, and marched out onto the field. The rest of the team followed, Ron and Harry in the rear.
Ron clutched his Firebolt, and looked at Harry. Harry gave him a reassuring nod, and Ron looked back ahead, taking a deep breath.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team walked out onto the field to tumultuous applause and boo's from the Slytherin supporters. Already out on the field, was the Slytherin team. Harry noticed Crabbe and Goyle were clutching beater bats, and in the back of his mind, had a flitting thought that this couldn't be a good thing. Madam Hooch was standing in the center of the Quidditch field; the trunk containing the Golden Snitch, Quaffle and Bludgers shaking at her feet.
Captains shake hands. Angelina and Montague briefly but fiercely shook hands. Madam Hooch kicked open the trunk, and the Snitch flew out. Harry had a fleeting glimpse of it before he lost sight of the Snitch. Malfoy was looking all around the pitch, clearly hoping to win the game before Gryffindor could pull ahead. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips, under her arm the Quaffle.
Mount your brooms! On my whistle.
Harry mounted, his nerves feeling jumpier then ever as he waited for the whistle. There was a pause, then Madam Hooch gave a short blast on her whistle, and threw the Quaffle into the air. Harry kicked off hard from the ground, and soared high into the air, looking briefly over at the Gryffindor goal posts, and saw that Ron was successfully defending the hoops. Harry flew quickly around the Quidditch field, hoping to see a glint of gold. He ducked a Bludger from Crabbe, and soared up higher. Down below, Lee Jordan's voice rang out over the Quidditch pitch.
Katie Bell gets the Quaffle first, passes to Angelina, who is quite a lovely girl, feisty, like a lioness-
JORDAN! yelled Professor McGonagall.
Alright, alright settle down Professor. Now it's Angelina up the pitch, she passes it to Spinnet-oh there's a bad Bludger in the knee- she drops the Quaffle, and Montague is heading towards the Gryffindor goals- Oh! SPECTACULAR BLOCK BY FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! Yes! Yes! Take THAT you-
JORDAN! One more foul mouthed remark and I WILL take that microphone from you! Professor McGonagall hovered over Lee Jordan and glared.
Right then, now Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor has regained the Quaffle, she dodges Crabbe, she dives under a swinging Goyle- better luck next time boys! Oh she's clear now, everyone's behind her- SHE SHOOTS- SHE- SHE SCORES!!! TEN- ZERO GRYFFINDOR!!
Harry did a loop-the-loop to show his feelings as the rest of the Gryffindor team caught up with her, and the stadium below exploded with cheers and boo's. As far as Harry could tell, Angelina looked exactly as she did before the match, her expression not changing as she awaited the throw from Bletchly, the Slytherin Keeper. He hit it with his broom tail, and Pucey caught it, and raced towards the Gryffindor goal.
Now it's Pucey who's taking on Gryffindor's promising new Keeper, Ron Weasley- there's the throw- HE SAVES IT! Yes! Good job Ron- Angelina passes to Katie Bell- Crabbe's Bludger meets his mark- Montague recovers the Quaffle- AGAIN! Fred Weasley- no George-oh who cares- a Weasley once again keeps the Quaffle from Montague with a Bludger, hitting him straight on the nose- that looks bad- wonder if Madam Hooch'll call a timeout! Montague's nose looked squashed, and was pouring blood as he shakily recovered from the fall, and sped towards Katie who was in possession of the Quaffle.
FOUL! Montague has just recklessly and savagely attacked a Gryffindor Chaser! Snap his wand! Burn his broom! OUTRAGEOUS I SAY! Jordan was quite beside himself, dancing away from Professor McGonagall as she tried to get the microphone, never taking his eyes from the air. Montague grabs a hold of Katie Bell's broom, and tries to push her off nearly making her fall fifty feet down! Crabbe and Goyle, clearly in on the whole thing, attack Katie Bell with their Beaters brooms! PENALTY! FOUL! Everyone in the stands was booing and yelling at Montague, some shooting rude hand gestures into the air. The Slytherins, on the other hand, were cheering and waving flags with the legend, Montague for Minister.

So Madam Pomfrey awarded three penalty shots to Gryffindor, Katie Bell steering clear of Montague, and going near Fred and George Weasley! Good choice there! Montague better watch his back- there's the first throw- OH ANGELINA MAKES IT! TWENTY-ZERO GRYFFINDOR! Take that you slimy scum sucking-
Professor made a grab for the magical microphone, but Jordan dodged, still yelling at the top of his lungs.
There's the other two! She scores! Bletchly better practice more if he wants a chance of defending from that wonderful girl! Can you imagine she still isn't going out with me? Always time to say yes- only joking Fred! There's ANOTHER Bludger at Montague! The Weasley's simply aren't giving him a break-
Above the melee, Harry was straining his eyes for the Snitch. Malfoy was doing the same. Harry's heart leapt into his throat. The Snitch! It was right near Lee Jordan! Not hesitating, Harry went into a dive, right through the center of all the action.
A well hit Bludger from George Weasley- wait, what's Potter doing? The stadium gasped, as Harry raced Malfoy to Jordan.
AAAHHHHH!!! Jordan dived to the floor, covering his head with his hands, as Harry dived for the Snitch. He felt his fingers close over the cool Snitch, its wings beating uselessly against his clenched fist. Harry pulled up, and flew over the field, waving his fist. Jordan by then had gotten up from the floor, and saw Harry holding the Snitch.
Potter's got it! He's triumphed over Malfoy once more! GRYFFINDOR WINS 170-ZERO!The Slytherin fly moodily down to the ground, sulking over yet another loss from Gryffindor! Still up in the air, is the Gryffindor team clearly happy over the outcome of this match! Harry was congratulated and Ron looked relieved to have it all over. They all flew down to the ground, where Hermione was waiting for them, having climbed over the barrier. Far different from how she was up in the air, Angelina looked almost giddy, thumping Harry on the back, and hugging everyone very hard. She turned to Fred and George.
Absolutely brilliant! Did you see Montague's face? BLOODY BRILLIANT! Angelina laughed outloud, and skipped into the locker room. Hermione hugged Harry, and Ron, who looked very happy to be on solid ground again.
You two did wonderfully! Ron, that was a spectacular save! The last one was really great! Harry turned to Ron.
You made more then one save? Ron nodded.
Yea, two really. The second one was right before you went into your dive. That was really cool, man! Malfoy sure looked disgusted! Harry and Ron laughed, hitting each other on the back. Hermione beamed.
I'm glad to see you two so happy! Come on, you guys get changed and then we can go to the victory feast! Ron raised his eyebrow at Hermione.
How do you know there'll be a victory feast? Hermione winked.
Fred and George always filch off from the kitchens, and Hogsmeade. And there's lunch! Harry nodded his head fiercely.
Right! I'm starving, all that breakfast tasted like paper.
Really? I thought I was the only who thought that. Come on, Angelina's probably waiting to talk to us in the locker room. Hermione waved goodbye, and started walking around the other side of the Quidditch field. No, Hermione, you can come in. Won't do any harm! Hermione beamed at Harry and Ron, and linked arms with the two of them.
Angelina was indeed waiting inside for them. She was still in her Quidditch robes, and was looking happily at Ron.
Ron, I forgot to say how good of a job you did! Keeper really is your position. Now team, we've got a week and a half before our next match, this one's against Hufflepuff. Yes Fred, that is the team with the famed Orlando Cione, Quidditch champion on it. Harry'll take care of him, won't you Harry? Harry nodded, avoiding looking at Hermione, who was looking at him with a pained expression.
Won't know what hit him. Fred and George waved their Beater bats.
Ah, that's our job mate. You just catch that Snitch before Orlando does, which, if we do our job, won't be very hard. Harry nodded.
Angelina looked at her team, very proud.
That does it! Next Quidditch practice Tuesday at five o'clock. See you all then! They all changed into their school robes, chatting quietly. Harry waited for Ron to get his shin guards off, before walking out of the locker room, Hermione at his side and Ron in front of him.

After lunch, they walked up to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione went up to the Girls Dormitories, and Harry and Ron went to the Boys, to rest up.
So, you guys know about the party? Harry and Ron turned, to see Fred and George in the doorway of the seventh year dormitory.
What party? Harry asked.
The party in Hogsmeade of course. We've invited a select few to celebrate our victory. We'll be meeting at nine o' clock near the one eyed witch with a hump, you know the one, right Harry? We, Fred and myself, will see everyone down the slide, before we go there ourselves. Don't worry about getting reported. We're going to a place Fred and I like to go when the Three Broomsticks gets too crowded. Butterbeer, firewhiskey, though we wouldn't recommend that, anything really. Ron glared at Fred and George.
How come we haven't heard of this place before, let alone gone there? It's not the Hogs Head, is it? Fred shook his head.
Because you don't have connections like we do, and no, it's not the Hogs Head. Tonight, nine o' clock, thats all you ned to know. With that, Fred and George went back into the dormitory, and shut the door.
Walking quickly up to their dormitory, Harry and Ron flopped down on their beds. After a minute or so of silence, Ron hissed at Harry.
What do you make of it? Harry contemplated this question quickly, before responding with an unfamiliar devilish glint in his eye.
I say it sounds fun. I mean, come on, what's the worst that could happen?


A/N Hey!! Hope you liked it!! :) I usually write while listening to music, I didn't this time.. Wonder if that made a difference? I hope it's good enough, please review!!