Chapter 7
A/N: This is from no one's point of view!
How long have you been standing there?" Harry asked his best friend. Ron grinned wickedly,
"Long enough to see that lip lock!" Ron replied, his eyes glinting.
Hermione flushed an amazing shade of magenta and Ron's eyebrows raised. This made Hermione blush ever darker and snuggle in against Harry's chest, still bare of any covering. Noticing this, he reached for his shirt and muttered a drying spell. Harry nudged Hermione forward and pulled the shirt back over his head. Hermione made her self comfortable again and surveyed Ron warily.
" What do you want Ron?" Hermione said, almost angrily. Ron looked at Harry.
"Just came to tell Harry that we have quidditch tryouts this evening and since you're captain of the school quidditch team . . ." Ron trailed off but Harry understood.
He was captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and had to survey tryouts. Harry nodded and dismissed Ron with a wave of his hand. Ron got the picture and left. Hermione had closed her eyes and was breathing gently. The noon sun was casting a glimmer on the cool silver waters of the lake and wind rippled through the grass. Harry felt tired and rested his head upon Hermione's hair and closed his eyes too, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
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Evening had begun to settle in when Harry opened his eyes, the last rays of the blood red sun were sinking into the distance. Harry felt the warm, damp air press in around him and he shifted causing Hermione's eyes to jolt open.
"What time is it?" She said, yawning and reaching for the sky. Harry didn't have time to answer, looking toward the quidditch pitch he saw a life long friend talking to a tall gangly teenager. Harry helped Hermione to her feet then summoned his firebolt. He smiled at the girl,
"Hey Hermy, I have to go to quidditch. Want to come and watch?" He pleaded with her but she said no and walked back to the castle.
"That was a nice afternoon Harry, Thanks." She called over her shoulder making the dark-haired boy grin in pleasure.
Harry hopped onto his broom and soared towards the quidditch pitch dipping and curling. It felt good to be back in the air on a broomstick. He looped for fun and dipped into a perfect landing in front of Oliver Wood the old captain.
"Al right there Harry?" Wood said making Harry grin some more. Harry hadn't seen Wood in two years and had missed his old friend terribly. Wood played quidditch professionally and had stopped by for the Gryffindor tryouts. Harry nodded at his friend Ron who shot him a knowing look, which Harry returned with a glare. Ron immediately looked at the ground.
The Gryffindor team straggled onto the field one by one and eventually the auditioners arrived. Harry lined them up in alphabetical order, and handed each a broom. As Harry neared the end of the line, he noticed the small American girl towards the back clutching a broom in her hand. Harry looked at the inscription, Thunderwave 200. Harry gaped. This girl had guts to want to fly a Thunderwave 200. Harry had tried one out but the brooms just went to fast to control. She smiled and waved at him. Harry nodded in her direction and kept passing out extra brooms.
One by one, the players lapped the pitch, then landed near wood for inspection. The two Gryffindor chasers Ginny Weasly and Colin Creevey kicked into the air and readied themselves for the tryouts. One player at a time would fly with them passing the ball back and forth while Wood and Ron tried to take it away. The first few kids were pretty bad, dropping the ball a lot. The line became shorter and shorter. One girl was particularly good until she broke a nail, when crying she left the pitch.
Katie was the last person left beside two other boys. She kicked into the air and Harry soared up with her. Harry could find nothing wrong with her stance or control of the broom, she was great so far. Harry threw her the ball and Katie dipped as Wood lunged at her, She tossed the quaffle to Ginny who tossed it back as Ron made a wild grab missing by inches. Katie caught it easily and swerved around Wood's second charge handing the quaffle off to Colin. As part of routine, Ron stole the quaffle and barreled towards the goal posts,
Dipping down underneath the redhead, Katie confronted the keeper causing him to drop the ball. Katie caught it and zoomed towards the other end of the pitch. I threw the ball with all her might towards the second post until a ding sounded and Wood got the rebound. Katie smiled and landed in front of Harry. His jaw dropped as Harry surveyed the American with awe. She was dressed in red and blue quidditch robes with a big white eagle across the front. She stared at the young captain with a saucy look in her eye and raised her eyebrow.
"Well, how was I?" she asked giving Harry a dazzling smile. Harry just stared at the fourth year in silence.
"By the look on that face, you're in!" Said Wood nodding at Harry's dropped jaw and wide eyes.
Harry snapped his mouth closed and nodded. Ginny took Katie towards the Changing Rooms to get her a uniform and Harry continued the tryouts. The last two boys made a good beater team and were almost dangerous with their clubs. The Gryffindor team made arrangements to meet on Wednesday in three days time to have a first practice.
Wood had already gone up to the castle to get ready for bed since he was replacing Madam Hooch who had gotten a job commentating at professional quidditch matches. Harry and Ron were slowly making their way up to the castle when Katie caught up with Harry. Ron looked at Harry and stifled a laugh as Katie beamed at the seeker.
"Uh Harry?" she said tentatively,
"Just so you know Harry doesn't date fourth years!" Ron butted in making the girl turn crimson. She kicked Ron hard and turned back to Harry,
"Anyways, Do you know Sam Riddle?" Harry looked pensive.
"No, I don't think so but the name sounds familiar." Harry stared at Ron who shrugged before turning back to the girl. "I would like to meet him sometime though. Why?"
"Just wondering!" Katie said before running into the Entrance Hall in front of the boys.
"What just happened?" Ron questioned Harry, he still held his broom in his hand and his eyes were full of wonder. Harry just shrugged.
"I don't know who that guy- wait a minute." a sudden thought hit Harry with the force of a rogue bludger. " Riddle, Tom Riddle, Voldemort." Ron shook his head in disbelief,
"Impossible you got rid of him besides, You-know-who is like a hundred years old not fourteen."
"Maybe you're right!" Said Harry not seeming convinced. Ron sighed.
"Harry let go. You are acting so paranoid." Ron rolled his eyes at his best friend.
Harry managed a grin and they opened the front doors. They said goodnight and Ron headed off for the Gryffindor common rooms, but Harry instead of going to bed headed towards the dungeons, he had some business with Malfoy.
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Draco sat in the Slytherin common room in a high backed, green velvet chair. Crabbe and Goyle were up in the owlry sending letters home and he couldn't stop remembering earlier that day. He had been wandering around the hall when he saw her leave the common room. Hermione was beautiful and so grown up, unknowingly he put a hand to his cheek. Hermione had slapped him hard across the face after their brief kiss. Oh well, all the girls he had stalked came back after the first slap. Malfoy kicked himself. He wasn't stalking her he loved her. Draco decided fresh air was the best thing right now. He got up and walked towards the archway for the Slytherin common room. Draco rounded a corner in the dungeons and ran straight into Harry Potter.
The two enemies glared at each other, unsure of what to do. Harry pulled out his wand and so did Draco. The two boys sized each other up and narrowed their eyes.
"What's this about Potter?" Malfoy spat in contempt. He didn't have time for a duel he needed to think about Hermione.
"This is about Hermione," Harry replied coldly stepping closer to the blond boy. Malfoy got a good look at the Potter boy's cold malicious emerald eyes, and lowered his wand. Harry was really mad.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Malfoy faltered his eyes giving away his lie. Harry stepped forward again, placing his wand at Draco's chest.
Harry was just about to curse the boy into oblivion, when he heard the soft patters of feet and a small gasp. Hermione rushed forward.
"Harry, what are you doing you're going to get in trouble!" Hermione hissed making the tall Gryffindor look her in the eye.
"Hermione, I." Harry was cut off.
"Don't, please don't. The ferret is not worth your attention leave him alone before you get in trouble." A tear slid down Hermione's face then another and another. Harry let his wand fall, not wanting to anger the girl. He leaned in to Malfoy.
"Next time you won't get off easy!" He whispered causing the Slytherin to flinch and look away. Harry swept from the dungeon with Hermione at his heels.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I was at a funeral and didn't have access to a comp. I'm back though and waiting for reviews ** looks at watch** You're just a click away, so move your mouse, click and type! Please?
~Haidvogel
A/N: This is from no one's point of view!
How long have you been standing there?" Harry asked his best friend. Ron grinned wickedly,
"Long enough to see that lip lock!" Ron replied, his eyes glinting.
Hermione flushed an amazing shade of magenta and Ron's eyebrows raised. This made Hermione blush ever darker and snuggle in against Harry's chest, still bare of any covering. Noticing this, he reached for his shirt and muttered a drying spell. Harry nudged Hermione forward and pulled the shirt back over his head. Hermione made her self comfortable again and surveyed Ron warily.
" What do you want Ron?" Hermione said, almost angrily. Ron looked at Harry.
"Just came to tell Harry that we have quidditch tryouts this evening and since you're captain of the school quidditch team . . ." Ron trailed off but Harry understood.
He was captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and had to survey tryouts. Harry nodded and dismissed Ron with a wave of his hand. Ron got the picture and left. Hermione had closed her eyes and was breathing gently. The noon sun was casting a glimmer on the cool silver waters of the lake and wind rippled through the grass. Harry felt tired and rested his head upon Hermione's hair and closed his eyes too, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
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Evening had begun to settle in when Harry opened his eyes, the last rays of the blood red sun were sinking into the distance. Harry felt the warm, damp air press in around him and he shifted causing Hermione's eyes to jolt open.
"What time is it?" She said, yawning and reaching for the sky. Harry didn't have time to answer, looking toward the quidditch pitch he saw a life long friend talking to a tall gangly teenager. Harry helped Hermione to her feet then summoned his firebolt. He smiled at the girl,
"Hey Hermy, I have to go to quidditch. Want to come and watch?" He pleaded with her but she said no and walked back to the castle.
"That was a nice afternoon Harry, Thanks." She called over her shoulder making the dark-haired boy grin in pleasure.
Harry hopped onto his broom and soared towards the quidditch pitch dipping and curling. It felt good to be back in the air on a broomstick. He looped for fun and dipped into a perfect landing in front of Oliver Wood the old captain.
"Al right there Harry?" Wood said making Harry grin some more. Harry hadn't seen Wood in two years and had missed his old friend terribly. Wood played quidditch professionally and had stopped by for the Gryffindor tryouts. Harry nodded at his friend Ron who shot him a knowing look, which Harry returned with a glare. Ron immediately looked at the ground.
The Gryffindor team straggled onto the field one by one and eventually the auditioners arrived. Harry lined them up in alphabetical order, and handed each a broom. As Harry neared the end of the line, he noticed the small American girl towards the back clutching a broom in her hand. Harry looked at the inscription, Thunderwave 200. Harry gaped. This girl had guts to want to fly a Thunderwave 200. Harry had tried one out but the brooms just went to fast to control. She smiled and waved at him. Harry nodded in her direction and kept passing out extra brooms.
One by one, the players lapped the pitch, then landed near wood for inspection. The two Gryffindor chasers Ginny Weasly and Colin Creevey kicked into the air and readied themselves for the tryouts. One player at a time would fly with them passing the ball back and forth while Wood and Ron tried to take it away. The first few kids were pretty bad, dropping the ball a lot. The line became shorter and shorter. One girl was particularly good until she broke a nail, when crying she left the pitch.
Katie was the last person left beside two other boys. She kicked into the air and Harry soared up with her. Harry could find nothing wrong with her stance or control of the broom, she was great so far. Harry threw her the ball and Katie dipped as Wood lunged at her, She tossed the quaffle to Ginny who tossed it back as Ron made a wild grab missing by inches. Katie caught it easily and swerved around Wood's second charge handing the quaffle off to Colin. As part of routine, Ron stole the quaffle and barreled towards the goal posts,
Dipping down underneath the redhead, Katie confronted the keeper causing him to drop the ball. Katie caught it and zoomed towards the other end of the pitch. I threw the ball with all her might towards the second post until a ding sounded and Wood got the rebound. Katie smiled and landed in front of Harry. His jaw dropped as Harry surveyed the American with awe. She was dressed in red and blue quidditch robes with a big white eagle across the front. She stared at the young captain with a saucy look in her eye and raised her eyebrow.
"Well, how was I?" she asked giving Harry a dazzling smile. Harry just stared at the fourth year in silence.
"By the look on that face, you're in!" Said Wood nodding at Harry's dropped jaw and wide eyes.
Harry snapped his mouth closed and nodded. Ginny took Katie towards the Changing Rooms to get her a uniform and Harry continued the tryouts. The last two boys made a good beater team and were almost dangerous with their clubs. The Gryffindor team made arrangements to meet on Wednesday in three days time to have a first practice.
Wood had already gone up to the castle to get ready for bed since he was replacing Madam Hooch who had gotten a job commentating at professional quidditch matches. Harry and Ron were slowly making their way up to the castle when Katie caught up with Harry. Ron looked at Harry and stifled a laugh as Katie beamed at the seeker.
"Uh Harry?" she said tentatively,
"Just so you know Harry doesn't date fourth years!" Ron butted in making the girl turn crimson. She kicked Ron hard and turned back to Harry,
"Anyways, Do you know Sam Riddle?" Harry looked pensive.
"No, I don't think so but the name sounds familiar." Harry stared at Ron who shrugged before turning back to the girl. "I would like to meet him sometime though. Why?"
"Just wondering!" Katie said before running into the Entrance Hall in front of the boys.
"What just happened?" Ron questioned Harry, he still held his broom in his hand and his eyes were full of wonder. Harry just shrugged.
"I don't know who that guy- wait a minute." a sudden thought hit Harry with the force of a rogue bludger. " Riddle, Tom Riddle, Voldemort." Ron shook his head in disbelief,
"Impossible you got rid of him besides, You-know-who is like a hundred years old not fourteen."
"Maybe you're right!" Said Harry not seeming convinced. Ron sighed.
"Harry let go. You are acting so paranoid." Ron rolled his eyes at his best friend.
Harry managed a grin and they opened the front doors. They said goodnight and Ron headed off for the Gryffindor common rooms, but Harry instead of going to bed headed towards the dungeons, he had some business with Malfoy.
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Draco sat in the Slytherin common room in a high backed, green velvet chair. Crabbe and Goyle were up in the owlry sending letters home and he couldn't stop remembering earlier that day. He had been wandering around the hall when he saw her leave the common room. Hermione was beautiful and so grown up, unknowingly he put a hand to his cheek. Hermione had slapped him hard across the face after their brief kiss. Oh well, all the girls he had stalked came back after the first slap. Malfoy kicked himself. He wasn't stalking her he loved her. Draco decided fresh air was the best thing right now. He got up and walked towards the archway for the Slytherin common room. Draco rounded a corner in the dungeons and ran straight into Harry Potter.
The two enemies glared at each other, unsure of what to do. Harry pulled out his wand and so did Draco. The two boys sized each other up and narrowed their eyes.
"What's this about Potter?" Malfoy spat in contempt. He didn't have time for a duel he needed to think about Hermione.
"This is about Hermione," Harry replied coldly stepping closer to the blond boy. Malfoy got a good look at the Potter boy's cold malicious emerald eyes, and lowered his wand. Harry was really mad.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Malfoy faltered his eyes giving away his lie. Harry stepped forward again, placing his wand at Draco's chest.
Harry was just about to curse the boy into oblivion, when he heard the soft patters of feet and a small gasp. Hermione rushed forward.
"Harry, what are you doing you're going to get in trouble!" Hermione hissed making the tall Gryffindor look her in the eye.
"Hermione, I." Harry was cut off.
"Don't, please don't. The ferret is not worth your attention leave him alone before you get in trouble." A tear slid down Hermione's face then another and another. Harry let his wand fall, not wanting to anger the girl. He leaned in to Malfoy.
"Next time you won't get off easy!" He whispered causing the Slytherin to flinch and look away. Harry swept from the dungeon with Hermione at his heels.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I was at a funeral and didn't have access to a comp. I'm back though and waiting for reviews ** looks at watch** You're just a click away, so move your mouse, click and type! Please?
~Haidvogel