A/N: I couldn't help it! April Fools! I was going on vacation anyway, so I figured, perfect time because I wasn't going to be able to update. My computer isn't broken and everything is fine, and please do not send me howlers. Sorry if I made you think that I was unable to update….well, that was the point of April fools, hehe. But here's another chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter 17-A Winter Quiddich Game

"Welcome to the final Quiddich game before winter break!" Lee Jordan announced smoothly, the wind blowing his scarf. Light snow was due to fall soon. The sky was blank and clear, but no clouds roamed and the grass was faded on the field.

"Okay, Harry," Fred said. "You're the best seeker since my brother, Charlie, so go out there and do your stuff!"

"I'll try," said Harry.

"Katie," Fred said grinning. George's fists became tight. "Superb job so far. You're not only pretty, but talented as well."

"And smart!" George piped up. "So smart, Katie, and so witty, and funny---"

"Lovely—" said Fred.

"Delicate and warm---" George interrupted.

"Friendly---"

"You two!" Angelina interjected. "We're due for the field!"

"Allow me," Fred said, rushing up to the girl and offering his arm.

"Oh, you don't want his smelly arm. His armpit's sweat dribbled all over it---" George said coming up to Katie.

"At least I'm athletic, you bloody, lazy git---" Fred shot back.

"Lazy?" George said incredulously. "I am not lazy. Look at your flabby arms!"

"Look at your fat butt!" Fred said.

"Hey!" George looked at his rear. "My butt is not fat!"

"You two!" Angelina hissed. "Control yourselves! We're up against Slytherin remember?"

As the whole Gryffindor team walked to the middle of the field, a roar of cheers greeted them. The look on George and Fred's face was deadly.

"Shake hands," Madam Hooch said to the captains.

Harry felt a cold breeze down his neck as he took off into the sky. True, it was cold, and Christmas was drawing near. In fact, the holidays were just two weeks away. Cho told Harry she didn't want him coming home with her anymore, which Harry thought, was more of a blessing than a punishment, but he didn't say anything.

Cho didn't talk to Harry, and Harry couldn't get Cho to listen to him.

Harry sent some flowers to her courtesy of Hogsmeade's Flower Shop, but he didn't know if she appreciated them or even received them. If she did, did she toss them out of the window or put them in a nice vase?

Harry knew he was really insensitive to mention something like that to Cho, and Hermione reminded him of it quite often. ("Goodness, Harry! You just don't say something like that, you don't!" When Harry asked how he could get Cho to forgive him, Hermione said, "She isn't going to forgive you for your comment, because she knows that you were honest, so you can't lie to her, but you'll have to hope that she will eventually forgive your foolishness.")

Well, Harry was now looking for a tiny, little golden flutter of wings in the Quiddich field. He looked for Cho. He could see the top of her head and her incredibly black hair, so black it might've looked bluish. She had on a blue scarf and a black coat over her robe.

Whack!

"Sorry, scarhead!" Malfoy called as a Bludger whizzed by. He was now made a beater because he had never caught one Snitch. Malfoy didn't look sorry at all and grinned a nasty grin as he soared by. "Your fiancée could do with a bit of losing weight, can't she?"

Harry's eyebrows turned deep and he ducked again as another whack of Malfoy's hit pushed the Bludger back into the center of the field.

Malfoy loved being a beater. He didn't care about defending his team; he just wanted to knock Harry off his broom.

Another cold gust of wind came by heavily and the rows of scarves down at the stands blew left.

"Get the Snitch, Harry, dear!" Professor LeBlanc's voice came from the crowds. She gave Harry a wide smile. Harry's heart beat a little faster at her pretty face and his head drifted off for a moment.

Then, he got back to concentration.

"Well, fans! That was the new hot woman Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year----" Lee Jordan's voice came in.

"Jordan, would you mind taking your mind off of irrelevant things?" Professor McGonagall's voice interjected.

"Quite fond of cheering for Harry! I'm glad to have such an amazingly attractive older woman here with such brains---"

"Jordan, I'm warning you---"

"Her little rendezvous with Snape was surely a hot fire of gossip---"

"Jordan!"

"Oh, sorry, Professor, Gryffindor scores twenty, and Slytherin ten." Jordan commenced.

Harry soared across the sky and looked for the Snitch while smiling at Lee Jordan's commentary.

Fred shot a goal and won Gryffindor another ten points. "That one was for you, Katie!"

George whammed a Bludger his way. Fred zoomed out of the way and the Bludger hit a large Slytherin.

George's face collapsed as the Bludger hit the Slytherin square in the face. Fred was laughing so hard, he nearly fell off his broom.

The Slytherin zoomed toward George at speed and George raced ahead, flying away.

The crowd was pointing and laughing.

Gryffindor scored another ten points while George was still trying to dodge the Slytherin.

During all this chaos, Harry noticed that the Slytherin wasn't really chasing George…..he had spotted the Snitch. A little gold speck was hanging beside one of the goal posts.

Harry raced his firebolt toward the goal post and the horrified George thought that Harry was chasing him, too!

"Harry! Are you out of your mind?!" George called as Harry began gaining on George. George was waving his arms at Harry to stop.

Harry was almost near the goal post. Then, he realized something.

"George, George….stop!" Harry called.

BAM.

George slammed right into the goal post. Harry swerved around him and caught the Snitch. The crowd went wild. Harry was greeted by a blur of red and gold and hugs. Then, someone called for Madam Pomfrey.

"George?" Ginny came worried about her brother.

"Oh, he's fine," Fred said quickly. "Hey Katie, wanna have a butterbeer with me to celebrate?"

"But what about George? Is he okay?" Katie said hesitantly.

"His head is as hard as a rock, he's great," said Fred casually.

"Great flying, Harry!" Ron came rushing from the crowd. "Hey, hey, move outta the way, best friend here." He said pointing to himself.

"That was excellent! I thought you were going to run into George for a moment there." Ginny said worriedly.

"I would've had a problem with that," Fred chirped.

"Party at the Gryffindor common room!" someone yelled.

With whoops and cheers, a crowd of gold and red made their way up to the castle.

* *

"Hermione," Ron said teasingly. He walked up to her in the library.

"Yes, Ron?" Hermione answered without looking up from her work.

"I have an early Christmas present for you."

"Oh, really? How wonderful, Ron, hold on a sec." Hermione flipped a few pages.

"Can't you take a break and see what I have for you, now?"

"Just a minute," she said scribbling something down. "There, I'm done."

She turned to Ron who was grinning like a toddler who completed potty training.

"Surprise!" He said and Pig flew in happily with a pink rose that had green and red sparks shooting off the end.

Pig dropped it into Hermione's open hand and flew around hooting.

"Shut up, Pig." Ron said grabbing the tiny owl and sending it out the window.

"Oh, Ron! It's so beautiful." Hermione said watching the tiny sparks fly off the rose's end.

"It's a Christmas rose, see the colors?" Ron pointed.

"It's absolutely marvelous, Ron! I'll put it beside my bed on my nightstand." Hermione said happily.

"Does this mean you have forgiven me?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Of course, Ron. I'm sorry for being so quick-tempered."

"How about a little something?" Ron cleared his throat.

Hermione kissed him on the cheek, but Ron held her and the two shared one, full, long kiss.

Their very first passionate one.

"Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" Ron asked.

"Of course, you silly." Hermione answered.

"When you two are done slobbering all over each other, would you mind handing me that book behind you?" George cleared his throat, coming up behind them.

Ron and Hermione broke away immediately and blushed.

Hermione reached for the book and gave it to George. It was titled, 'Hexes to Pull on Your Friends'.

"Are you going to play some more pranks on Fred?" Hermione sighed.

"Maybe." George said taking the book.

"I wish you two would just drop it. This whole thing is very silly."

"Once Fred realizes that Katie is the one for me, then I'll drop it. However, that ugly git doesn't seem to take the message."

"You two are twins." Ron said.

George glared at his brother.

"Is Katie going to the Yule Ball with both of you?" Hermione asked.

"Are you kidding? I'm not going to go with her if Fred is going to be her date too!"

"So how are you going to get her to go with you?" Ron asked.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" George said and left with the book.

"Hermione," Ron said. "Do you want to come with me to the Burrow this Christmas?"

Hermione took Ron's hand. "I have a better idea, Ron. Why don't you come home with me?"

Ron's blood pressure went up about one hundred and sixty.

"C-come home, with you?" Ron asked.

"Sure, Ron." Hermione answered running her fingers through his bright hair.

She gave him a smile that Ron has never seen before….very un-Hermione-like.

"Are you seducing me, Hermione?" Ron asked bluntly with shock.

"Seducing you?" Hermione asked. "Of course I am."

"Hermione!" Ron's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Kidding you silly." Hermione laughed. She gave him a kiss and then returned to his work. "By the way, Ron." Her voice suddenly became stern. "Have you finished your essay on dwarfs yet?"

"No, I thought I could copy yours." Ron said happily.

"Ron!" Hermione became her old self again. "You are supposed to have done it yourself! It's due tomorrow."

"So I don't get to, uh, borrow it?"

"No."

"Use it as, uh…reference?"

"No, you will never learn until you do it yourself. Now I have to get to work. The polyjuice contest is tomorrow and the brew is done. I suggest you go prepare yourself." Hermione smiled to herself. "Colin might take priceless pictures of you, Ron."

"Oh?" Ron said absentmindedly, trying to look at Hermione's paper which she covered and gave him a look. "Which teacher do you think I'll look like?"

A/N: Next chapter is titled, 'The Polyjuice Contest'. Please review!