A/N: We're already at Chapter 13! I'm so excited! This fic was my very
first fic, and now I'm already far in! Yay! Oh, I've also decided to add a
few pairings to the story, so if you want to find them out you're going to
have to keep reading.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all things related to it belong to JKR and her many publishers and associates.
Chapter Thirteen: The Quidditch Practice
Harry walked sleepily into the Great Hall, where he saw Hermione who was already sitting at their usual spot, a book propped up against the marmalade jar. He glanced at the new watch from his parents and realized how early it was. He gave a great yawn and walked up to Hermione.
"Good morning Harry," she said happily, biting into some toast.
"You're up early," he said matter-of-factly as he sat next to her.
"I had to send a letter this morning," she said, brown eyes still scanning the pages of the book. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"To who?" he said suspiciously. He noticed her cheeks growing slightly pink. She mumbled something, and Harry smiled.
"What, what?" he said sarcastically, putting his hands by his ears.
"Viktor! Okay? Viktor!" she said throwing her hands up into the air.
"Your precious Viky? You're not still writing to him are you?" said a voice behind the two. A very grumpy looking Ron was standing with his arms crossed.
"Yes, I am. What does it matter to you?" Hermione said, sounding very annoyed. Harry noticed Ron growing redder by the second.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," he slumped down in the seat and began to drink a tall glass of chilled pumpkin juice. Hermione looked at him surprisingly and shook her head. Harry and Ron were looking over their homework, till a vivacious redhead bombarded them.
"Harry!" Ginny said, hands on her hips.
"What?" he asked surprised, dropping his spoon on his plate.
"When are we going to start Quidditch? The Slytherins have already started practicing!" she said. Ginny noticed a sly smile on Harry's face.
"Actually, if you look at the message board in the common room, you'll see that the first practice is today. I just had to wait for your brothers."
"My brothers?" Ginny asked shocked.
"Here, this might explain it." Harry grabbed his bag and rummaged through the papers, finally pulling out a letter. He handed it to Ginny, still smiling. She turned it over and smiled at a bright green broken seal, which held two letters, an "F" and a "G". She opened it up and pulled out the letter.
"Dear Our Most Fantastic Financial Advisor,
We, being the most superb beaters in the history of Hogwarts, would be more than glad to take a vacation from our exhausting business schedule to coach the beaters of tomorrow. The date you have suggested would be perfect for us, so we'll see you then.
Gred and Forge
Owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes"
"So that's it," Ginny said happily. "You're not captain enough to coach us by yourself."
"That's it," Harry said laughing, taking the letter back. "Katie and Alicia already know, and so do the others. So it seems only you don't know."
"Fine," Ginny said giving a fake sniffle, "I can see I'm not wanted here."
"Yeah, you're not wanted here, so go away," Ron said, looking at his sister.
"Shut up Ron," Ginny replied, hitting him over the head.
"Ooh, I'm scared now." Ron said, obviously very peeved. Ginny gave a small frown in Harry's direction, but all Harry could do was shrug. She walked off to sit with her friends and soon she was giggling with another fifth year girl. Harry quietly put the letter back into his bag and made his way to class as the bell rang. He noticed Ginny walking just ahead of him, brilliant red hair swaying against her back. Harry shook off the feeling as he made his way into the cold dungeons.
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"HARRY!" a voice rang out across the lawn. Fred and George were standing there in their green dragon scale jackets. They were passing out their flyers, and as Fred called to Harry, George was showing a second year some Canary Creams. Harry rushed over to them, to which the redheaded twins smiled.
"Come on, everyone is already at the Quidditch pitch," Harry said, Firebolt resting on his shoulder.
"Sorry Harry. We couldn't pass up a good business opportunity," George said happily, stuffing the items back into his robes. They walked in silence to the pitch, where everybody was sitting on the bleachers waiting.
"That's them over there," Harry said pointing to Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper. Fred raised an eyebrow.
"Them? They look half dead."
"That's why you're here," Harry answered.
"Then we better get to work. You can take care of the rest of the team then."
"Sounds good," Harry said. He blew the silver whistle attached around his neck. They all looked at him and Harry at that moment fully understood how Wood and Angelina had felt as captain.
"Andrew, Jack, go with Fred and George. The rest of you, we're doing drills," Harry said, trying not to sound too nervous. They all mounted on their brooms, and Harry could make out Andrew and Jack, looking slightly put out, as they were lead to the other end of the field. Alicia threw the quaffle and they all became flashes of red against the slowly darkening sky. Harry soon felt right in the position of captain, and he admitted to himself that he liked it. The others began to fly around, tossing the quaffle around, while Harry flew to the top and yelled out orders.
"GINNY!"
"What?" she yelled back, after the quaffle had gone stumbling down to the ground again.
"This is the 7th time you've missed it!"
"So, I'm having an off day!"
"Stop worrying about your hair! Keep your eye on the quaffle!" Harry yelled.
"Fine!" she huffed, tightening her ponytail, which kept letting strands of red fly around her face. Katie flew down and grabbed the quaffle, at which she threw it quite hard at Alicia. She caught it and they started to fly into a complicated weave formation. Ginny came from behind the other two, grabbing the quaffle in a flash from Alicia and heading for the goals, where Ron was hovering. She threw it with a mighty force, but Ron swung around, causing it to bounce off the end of his broom. He gave a triumphant laugh and punched his fist into the air, but he stopped as something went whizzing past his head and into the goal. Gales of laughter filled the air as Ginny did a short lap of victory. She smirked at Ron, who was just shaking his head. It went on for a few minutes, till Harry stopped it.
"Come on guys, back to work."
"We've got another Wood on our hands," Katie grumbled. Fred and George flew back, who were laughing loudly with Andrew and Jack.
"Here you go Harry! Two superb beaters!" Fred said, circling the group.
"Thanks a lot. Now, lets try that formation again." Harry said, flying down towards the others. Ginny flew up near him.
"Harry," she whined, pouting her lip, "It's completely dark out. We're going to get in trouble if we stay out any longer." The others muttered in assessment. Harry looked at her for a moment, her deep brown eyes sparkling, red hair glistening against the now twinkling stars. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fine, fine," he said, throwing his hands up. "Same time tomorrow. We'll see just how much Fred and George taught you two." They all trudged up to the common room, the twins leaving as they entered the castle.
"We'll be out to the first match!" George called. By the time they all got up to their bedrooms, Harry was extremely glad he had called practice off. The minute he slumped into his sheets he was completely exhausted. But he couldn't fall asleep. Ginny's red hair kept glistening across his mind. He rubbed his face forcefully.
"I can just hear Dad..." he thought, laughing to himself, "Potters always fall for redheads..."
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A/N: Well, if you haven't guessed it, this is going to be a Harry/Ginny story. And it won't be that gushing second year thing like in CoS. Normally, I don't like the two together, but when I went through the list of who I should pair Harry with, she was the best one. Also, duh, this will also have Ron/Hermione in it. Theirs will play a pretty big role in future chapters. If you have a problem with my choices, I'd be more than happy to hear your suggestions.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all things related to it belong to JKR and her many publishers and associates.
Chapter Thirteen: The Quidditch Practice
Harry walked sleepily into the Great Hall, where he saw Hermione who was already sitting at their usual spot, a book propped up against the marmalade jar. He glanced at the new watch from his parents and realized how early it was. He gave a great yawn and walked up to Hermione.
"Good morning Harry," she said happily, biting into some toast.
"You're up early," he said matter-of-factly as he sat next to her.
"I had to send a letter this morning," she said, brown eyes still scanning the pages of the book. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"To who?" he said suspiciously. He noticed her cheeks growing slightly pink. She mumbled something, and Harry smiled.
"What, what?" he said sarcastically, putting his hands by his ears.
"Viktor! Okay? Viktor!" she said throwing her hands up into the air.
"Your precious Viky? You're not still writing to him are you?" said a voice behind the two. A very grumpy looking Ron was standing with his arms crossed.
"Yes, I am. What does it matter to you?" Hermione said, sounding very annoyed. Harry noticed Ron growing redder by the second.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," he slumped down in the seat and began to drink a tall glass of chilled pumpkin juice. Hermione looked at him surprisingly and shook her head. Harry and Ron were looking over their homework, till a vivacious redhead bombarded them.
"Harry!" Ginny said, hands on her hips.
"What?" he asked surprised, dropping his spoon on his plate.
"When are we going to start Quidditch? The Slytherins have already started practicing!" she said. Ginny noticed a sly smile on Harry's face.
"Actually, if you look at the message board in the common room, you'll see that the first practice is today. I just had to wait for your brothers."
"My brothers?" Ginny asked shocked.
"Here, this might explain it." Harry grabbed his bag and rummaged through the papers, finally pulling out a letter. He handed it to Ginny, still smiling. She turned it over and smiled at a bright green broken seal, which held two letters, an "F" and a "G". She opened it up and pulled out the letter.
"Dear Our Most Fantastic Financial Advisor,
We, being the most superb beaters in the history of Hogwarts, would be more than glad to take a vacation from our exhausting business schedule to coach the beaters of tomorrow. The date you have suggested would be perfect for us, so we'll see you then.
Gred and Forge
Owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes"
"So that's it," Ginny said happily. "You're not captain enough to coach us by yourself."
"That's it," Harry said laughing, taking the letter back. "Katie and Alicia already know, and so do the others. So it seems only you don't know."
"Fine," Ginny said giving a fake sniffle, "I can see I'm not wanted here."
"Yeah, you're not wanted here, so go away," Ron said, looking at his sister.
"Shut up Ron," Ginny replied, hitting him over the head.
"Ooh, I'm scared now." Ron said, obviously very peeved. Ginny gave a small frown in Harry's direction, but all Harry could do was shrug. She walked off to sit with her friends and soon she was giggling with another fifth year girl. Harry quietly put the letter back into his bag and made his way to class as the bell rang. He noticed Ginny walking just ahead of him, brilliant red hair swaying against her back. Harry shook off the feeling as he made his way into the cold dungeons.
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"HARRY!" a voice rang out across the lawn. Fred and George were standing there in their green dragon scale jackets. They were passing out their flyers, and as Fred called to Harry, George was showing a second year some Canary Creams. Harry rushed over to them, to which the redheaded twins smiled.
"Come on, everyone is already at the Quidditch pitch," Harry said, Firebolt resting on his shoulder.
"Sorry Harry. We couldn't pass up a good business opportunity," George said happily, stuffing the items back into his robes. They walked in silence to the pitch, where everybody was sitting on the bleachers waiting.
"That's them over there," Harry said pointing to Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper. Fred raised an eyebrow.
"Them? They look half dead."
"That's why you're here," Harry answered.
"Then we better get to work. You can take care of the rest of the team then."
"Sounds good," Harry said. He blew the silver whistle attached around his neck. They all looked at him and Harry at that moment fully understood how Wood and Angelina had felt as captain.
"Andrew, Jack, go with Fred and George. The rest of you, we're doing drills," Harry said, trying not to sound too nervous. They all mounted on their brooms, and Harry could make out Andrew and Jack, looking slightly put out, as they were lead to the other end of the field. Alicia threw the quaffle and they all became flashes of red against the slowly darkening sky. Harry soon felt right in the position of captain, and he admitted to himself that he liked it. The others began to fly around, tossing the quaffle around, while Harry flew to the top and yelled out orders.
"GINNY!"
"What?" she yelled back, after the quaffle had gone stumbling down to the ground again.
"This is the 7th time you've missed it!"
"So, I'm having an off day!"
"Stop worrying about your hair! Keep your eye on the quaffle!" Harry yelled.
"Fine!" she huffed, tightening her ponytail, which kept letting strands of red fly around her face. Katie flew down and grabbed the quaffle, at which she threw it quite hard at Alicia. She caught it and they started to fly into a complicated weave formation. Ginny came from behind the other two, grabbing the quaffle in a flash from Alicia and heading for the goals, where Ron was hovering. She threw it with a mighty force, but Ron swung around, causing it to bounce off the end of his broom. He gave a triumphant laugh and punched his fist into the air, but he stopped as something went whizzing past his head and into the goal. Gales of laughter filled the air as Ginny did a short lap of victory. She smirked at Ron, who was just shaking his head. It went on for a few minutes, till Harry stopped it.
"Come on guys, back to work."
"We've got another Wood on our hands," Katie grumbled. Fred and George flew back, who were laughing loudly with Andrew and Jack.
"Here you go Harry! Two superb beaters!" Fred said, circling the group.
"Thanks a lot. Now, lets try that formation again." Harry said, flying down towards the others. Ginny flew up near him.
"Harry," she whined, pouting her lip, "It's completely dark out. We're going to get in trouble if we stay out any longer." The others muttered in assessment. Harry looked at her for a moment, her deep brown eyes sparkling, red hair glistening against the now twinkling stars. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fine, fine," he said, throwing his hands up. "Same time tomorrow. We'll see just how much Fred and George taught you two." They all trudged up to the common room, the twins leaving as they entered the castle.
"We'll be out to the first match!" George called. By the time they all got up to their bedrooms, Harry was extremely glad he had called practice off. The minute he slumped into his sheets he was completely exhausted. But he couldn't fall asleep. Ginny's red hair kept glistening across his mind. He rubbed his face forcefully.
"I can just hear Dad..." he thought, laughing to himself, "Potters always fall for redheads..."
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A/N: Well, if you haven't guessed it, this is going to be a Harry/Ginny story. And it won't be that gushing second year thing like in CoS. Normally, I don't like the two together, but when I went through the list of who I should pair Harry with, she was the best one. Also, duh, this will also have Ron/Hermione in it. Theirs will play a pretty big role in future chapters. If you have a problem with my choices, I'd be more than happy to hear your suggestions.