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Chapter #10
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the quidditch pitch. Ron was still mad, and Harry was still rather angry about the whole bookcase incident. Hermione smiled.
"I think I might try out for quidditch." She said thoughtfully. Ron snorted.
"What position?" He asked incredulously.
"Chaser. Because Angelina is gone this year." Hermione said with a shrug. Harrys' face brightened suddenly.
"Hey Ron, you could try out for keeper!" He said excitedly.
"Oh yeah, that's' all the team needs is another Weasley." Fred and George pulled up beside them, grinning. Harry shook his head.
"One of you guys should be captain. Man, I can't believe you two think I'm good enough to be captain! I'm only a fifth year!" He muttered.
"Oliver was a fifth year when you started playing, and he was a really good captain." Fred replied. "Remember?"
"Exactly! Wood is an excellent quidditch player! Far better than me!" Harry said stubbornly. Hermione sighed.
"You should be captain, Harry." Suddenly an idea sprang to her mind. "Gosh, I bet your father would be awfully proud of you." She said carefully. Harry stared at her, then grinned weakly.
"Alright, but I'm gonna work you guys harder than Wood ever did! C'mon, lets go!" Harry walked over to Madam Hooch and Mcgonagall.
"Have you made up your mind, Mr. Potter?" Mcgonagall asked.
"Sure. I'll be captain. I guess my dad would want me to be."
Prongs watched, his heart swelling with pride as a small black haired boy moved away from the others. Mcgonagall reached down and pinned a badge on his sons' shirt and Prongs smiled. He would have to thank Hermione later. Just then she looked up and spotted him. The two shared an affectionate look before Hermione returned to quidditch tryouts.
"Okay. Miss Granger, you'll be trying out for chaser, right?" Hermione nodded. Mcgonagall smiled. "That's good. Now, first we'll get ourselves a new keeper, so let's start with Colin Creevey." Colin ran forward, flashing Harry a grin. Harry sighed, annoyed. Colin was practically his shadow, and as Ron had pointed out, Creevey was Harrys' most devoted fan, though that didn't cheer Harry up much. Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet flew up with Colin, the quaffle in their hands. They tried as many moves as they could think of, and 7 out of 10 of the shots got in the hoop. Colin flew down, disappointed. The keeper practice carried on in the same manner. When Rons' turn came, he managed to block eight of them, and he only missed when the two chasers pulled off two of their hardest moves. Seamus Finnigan did pretty well too. He blocked 6 out of 10 goals. Then the chaser practice began. Dean Thomas got 2 past Ron, Lavender Brown got 3, and Hermione got all of them past Ron, who blushed deeply. Harry cheered her as she landed. Some more people tried out and by 7:00 the tryouts were over.
"Alright, Mr. Potter. Now, you being the captain, I want you to choose which people should be on the team." Mcgonagall said quietly. Harry looked at the tryout results.
"Well," He said slowly, "for keeper, Seamus was really fast, but he had a better broomstick, and that seventh year didn't have very good reflexes even though he was fast, but he had a good broom, so that doesn't count.." Harry said slowly. "Ron was probably the one with the best reactions, and that's really important with Ravenclaw, because they can move pretty quick. Same with Slytherin." Harry tried to choose the best person.
"Mr. Potter, try to choose quickly, alright?" Madam Hooch said irritably. Harry sighed.
"Oh, Ron, I guess. But Seamus was good."
"Mr. Potter!"
"Alright! Ron can be the new keeper. And Hermione can be the new chaser, no competition there." Harry muttered. Mcgonagall smiled.
"Now, It's your responsibility to set the training schedule with the other quidditch captains. They are Cho Chang, Justin Finch- Fletchly, and Draco Malfoy." Harry groaned when she said Draco. He nodded bitterly and walked back to the castle with Ron and Hermione. When they got in the common room, Fred grabbed Harry and drug him into a corner.
"Listen," He whispered. "You got to tell the whole house that you're captain, and that there's a new team. They're raving mad and they got this strange idea from Malfoy that Gryffindor isn't going to play." Fred said urgently. Harry glanced at the students. They were all jittering and they looked furious. He sighed.
"Alright, Fred, here it goes." Harry leapt lightly onto one of the tables so his head was above everyone else. "Listen up, you guys!" He yelled. Everyone looked up at him. "There will be a team for our house! The new team was picked! Fred and George are still Beaters, Katie and Alicia are two of the chasers, and the new chaser is Hermione, and the new keeper is Ron!" The whole room erupted into cheers.
"Who is the captain?" Neville asked in confusion. Harry sighed.
"I'm the captain. And if you're gonna complain, it was their idea!" Harry replied, pointing at the Weasley twins, who grinned. But the Gryffindors seemed ecstatic that Harry was the captain, and they burst into raucous cheering. Harry shook his head and got down from the table. Fred pretended to sob.
"It's so dramatic!" He cried. Harry elbowed him in the side and turned to Hermione.
"You are a natural, you know." Harry said.
I'm hungry. What time is it, Harry? Maybe we can get to the kitchens." Ron murmured sleepily.
"9:00." Harry replied.
"Nine! Oh crap, I'm gonna be late! Harry can I use your cloak?" Hermione asked urgently, and Harry fetched it from his dorm and handed it to her. Grabbing her bag, she flashed them an apologetic smile as she ran from the common room, her head whirring in a dizzy circle. What would James say when she was ten minutes late? She slipped the cloak on and charged out onto the grounds, looking around. She spotted the stag then, on a small hill near the lake. She ran up beside him and tapped him. The stag snorted and looked around in confusion. Hermione let the cloak slip off momentarily, and the stag relaxed as he saw her. Prongs bent down, allowing her to slip onto his back. He trotted gracefully into the forest. Hermione looked around and took the cloak off. They were deep into the forest now, and Hermione recognized nothing. He walked into a small clearing, and Hermione was surprised to see a tall chestnut stallion standing there peacefully. His head shot up when James transformed and whistled softly. The stallion trotted up to him and nuzzled him affectionately.
"Hey Flame, old buddy. Okay Hermione, did you get that book?" James asked quickly. Hermione grinned.
"With some help from your son, yeah. The only thing is Harry landed in the hospital wing after. It was really quite funny." She replied with a laugh.
"Hmm, maybe I'm better off not knowing what happened." James murmured. Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, sure."
"So, lets get started, shall we?" James asked with an eager smile. Hermione nodded.
"Yes, Professor Potter." She said in mock salute. James laughed as she reached into her bag and pulled out the leather-covered book. The two sat down, and to Hermiones' shock, Flame lay down beside James.
"Is he like your lap horse or something?" Hermione asked incredulously, as Flame stretched his neck and rested his small, pretty head in James' lap.
"Yeah." James answered. "Literally. He's my assistant in teaching." Hermione giggled and opened the book. She gasped when she saw what was on the inside cover.
Signed by the stag, the rat, and the dog.
"Um, does that mean Prongs Wormtail, and Padfoot?" Hermione asked. James nodded.
"Sure does. We were gonna write, Signed by the smartest students of all time, but Sirius kindly pointed out that Peter was not smart." He replied, sliding his arm around her waist. Hermione glanced up at James and he pulled her into a bruising kiss. It lasted for a minute, and after a while Hermione pulled away, though James refused to remove his arm from Hermiones' waist. James started to explain the basic principles of becoming an animagus, and Hermione listened carefully. They studied past 12:00, both of them losing track of time. Hermione was delighted that James was a good study partner. He was smart too, and he listened when she talked, and talked when she was listening, and by the end of the night {around two in the morning} Hermione could turn her eyes the bright amber color of eagle eyes, much to her surprise. After they finished, Hermione was panting and sweating from the effort. James smiled and took off her robes and shirt. Hermione looked up at him, knowing what he was asking for. And Hermione fell asleep in her boyfriends', no, James wasn't her boyfriend, he was her lover. She fell asleep in her lovers' arms.
END OF CHAPTER
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Chapter #10
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the quidditch pitch. Ron was still mad, and Harry was still rather angry about the whole bookcase incident. Hermione smiled.
"I think I might try out for quidditch." She said thoughtfully. Ron snorted.
"What position?" He asked incredulously.
"Chaser. Because Angelina is gone this year." Hermione said with a shrug. Harrys' face brightened suddenly.
"Hey Ron, you could try out for keeper!" He said excitedly.
"Oh yeah, that's' all the team needs is another Weasley." Fred and George pulled up beside them, grinning. Harry shook his head.
"One of you guys should be captain. Man, I can't believe you two think I'm good enough to be captain! I'm only a fifth year!" He muttered.
"Oliver was a fifth year when you started playing, and he was a really good captain." Fred replied. "Remember?"
"Exactly! Wood is an excellent quidditch player! Far better than me!" Harry said stubbornly. Hermione sighed.
"You should be captain, Harry." Suddenly an idea sprang to her mind. "Gosh, I bet your father would be awfully proud of you." She said carefully. Harry stared at her, then grinned weakly.
"Alright, but I'm gonna work you guys harder than Wood ever did! C'mon, lets go!" Harry walked over to Madam Hooch and Mcgonagall.
"Have you made up your mind, Mr. Potter?" Mcgonagall asked.
"Sure. I'll be captain. I guess my dad would want me to be."
Prongs watched, his heart swelling with pride as a small black haired boy moved away from the others. Mcgonagall reached down and pinned a badge on his sons' shirt and Prongs smiled. He would have to thank Hermione later. Just then she looked up and spotted him. The two shared an affectionate look before Hermione returned to quidditch tryouts.
"Okay. Miss Granger, you'll be trying out for chaser, right?" Hermione nodded. Mcgonagall smiled. "That's good. Now, first we'll get ourselves a new keeper, so let's start with Colin Creevey." Colin ran forward, flashing Harry a grin. Harry sighed, annoyed. Colin was practically his shadow, and as Ron had pointed out, Creevey was Harrys' most devoted fan, though that didn't cheer Harry up much. Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet flew up with Colin, the quaffle in their hands. They tried as many moves as they could think of, and 7 out of 10 of the shots got in the hoop. Colin flew down, disappointed. The keeper practice carried on in the same manner. When Rons' turn came, he managed to block eight of them, and he only missed when the two chasers pulled off two of their hardest moves. Seamus Finnigan did pretty well too. He blocked 6 out of 10 goals. Then the chaser practice began. Dean Thomas got 2 past Ron, Lavender Brown got 3, and Hermione got all of them past Ron, who blushed deeply. Harry cheered her as she landed. Some more people tried out and by 7:00 the tryouts were over.
"Alright, Mr. Potter. Now, you being the captain, I want you to choose which people should be on the team." Mcgonagall said quietly. Harry looked at the tryout results.
"Well," He said slowly, "for keeper, Seamus was really fast, but he had a better broomstick, and that seventh year didn't have very good reflexes even though he was fast, but he had a good broom, so that doesn't count.." Harry said slowly. "Ron was probably the one with the best reactions, and that's really important with Ravenclaw, because they can move pretty quick. Same with Slytherin." Harry tried to choose the best person.
"Mr. Potter, try to choose quickly, alright?" Madam Hooch said irritably. Harry sighed.
"Oh, Ron, I guess. But Seamus was good."
"Mr. Potter!"
"Alright! Ron can be the new keeper. And Hermione can be the new chaser, no competition there." Harry muttered. Mcgonagall smiled.
"Now, It's your responsibility to set the training schedule with the other quidditch captains. They are Cho Chang, Justin Finch- Fletchly, and Draco Malfoy." Harry groaned when she said Draco. He nodded bitterly and walked back to the castle with Ron and Hermione. When they got in the common room, Fred grabbed Harry and drug him into a corner.
"Listen," He whispered. "You got to tell the whole house that you're captain, and that there's a new team. They're raving mad and they got this strange idea from Malfoy that Gryffindor isn't going to play." Fred said urgently. Harry glanced at the students. They were all jittering and they looked furious. He sighed.
"Alright, Fred, here it goes." Harry leapt lightly onto one of the tables so his head was above everyone else. "Listen up, you guys!" He yelled. Everyone looked up at him. "There will be a team for our house! The new team was picked! Fred and George are still Beaters, Katie and Alicia are two of the chasers, and the new chaser is Hermione, and the new keeper is Ron!" The whole room erupted into cheers.
"Who is the captain?" Neville asked in confusion. Harry sighed.
"I'm the captain. And if you're gonna complain, it was their idea!" Harry replied, pointing at the Weasley twins, who grinned. But the Gryffindors seemed ecstatic that Harry was the captain, and they burst into raucous cheering. Harry shook his head and got down from the table. Fred pretended to sob.
"It's so dramatic!" He cried. Harry elbowed him in the side and turned to Hermione.
"You are a natural, you know." Harry said.
I'm hungry. What time is it, Harry? Maybe we can get to the kitchens." Ron murmured sleepily.
"9:00." Harry replied.
"Nine! Oh crap, I'm gonna be late! Harry can I use your cloak?" Hermione asked urgently, and Harry fetched it from his dorm and handed it to her. Grabbing her bag, she flashed them an apologetic smile as she ran from the common room, her head whirring in a dizzy circle. What would James say when she was ten minutes late? She slipped the cloak on and charged out onto the grounds, looking around. She spotted the stag then, on a small hill near the lake. She ran up beside him and tapped him. The stag snorted and looked around in confusion. Hermione let the cloak slip off momentarily, and the stag relaxed as he saw her. Prongs bent down, allowing her to slip onto his back. He trotted gracefully into the forest. Hermione looked around and took the cloak off. They were deep into the forest now, and Hermione recognized nothing. He walked into a small clearing, and Hermione was surprised to see a tall chestnut stallion standing there peacefully. His head shot up when James transformed and whistled softly. The stallion trotted up to him and nuzzled him affectionately.
"Hey Flame, old buddy. Okay Hermione, did you get that book?" James asked quickly. Hermione grinned.
"With some help from your son, yeah. The only thing is Harry landed in the hospital wing after. It was really quite funny." She replied with a laugh.
"Hmm, maybe I'm better off not knowing what happened." James murmured. Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, sure."
"So, lets get started, shall we?" James asked with an eager smile. Hermione nodded.
"Yes, Professor Potter." She said in mock salute. James laughed as she reached into her bag and pulled out the leather-covered book. The two sat down, and to Hermiones' shock, Flame lay down beside James.
"Is he like your lap horse or something?" Hermione asked incredulously, as Flame stretched his neck and rested his small, pretty head in James' lap.
"Yeah." James answered. "Literally. He's my assistant in teaching." Hermione giggled and opened the book. She gasped when she saw what was on the inside cover.
Signed by the stag, the rat, and the dog.
"Um, does that mean Prongs Wormtail, and Padfoot?" Hermione asked. James nodded.
"Sure does. We were gonna write, Signed by the smartest students of all time, but Sirius kindly pointed out that Peter was not smart." He replied, sliding his arm around her waist. Hermione glanced up at James and he pulled her into a bruising kiss. It lasted for a minute, and after a while Hermione pulled away, though James refused to remove his arm from Hermiones' waist. James started to explain the basic principles of becoming an animagus, and Hermione listened carefully. They studied past 12:00, both of them losing track of time. Hermione was delighted that James was a good study partner. He was smart too, and he listened when she talked, and talked when she was listening, and by the end of the night {around two in the morning} Hermione could turn her eyes the bright amber color of eagle eyes, much to her surprise. After they finished, Hermione was panting and sweating from the effort. James smiled and took off her robes and shirt. Hermione looked up at him, knowing what he was asking for. And Hermione fell asleep in her boyfriends', no, James wasn't her boyfriend, he was her lover. She fell asleep in her lovers' arms.
END OF CHAPTER
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