Friday approached quickly. Jasmine learned to hate a couple of people: Draco Malfoy and his cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. She also hated the teacher Severus Snape. She had lost about 60 house points in just a few days for basically existing from Snape. He hated her with a passion, a feeling which was mutual between them.

Jasmine grabbed her new Nimbus 2002 broom and rushed towards the Hogwarts grounds where she was greeted by the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the people trying out for the chaser position.

"Right, then", announced Ron Weasley, who was the new Quidditch captain. "We're going to pretend we're in a real game, with all the balls--" He glance at Harry. "--Sorry, mate. No snitch. It's too much work, we may not get it back." Harry put on a mock-offended look, and Ron started laughing.

"Alright, first up is Jasmine LaBelle. Then Neville Longbottom, after Neville is Denis Creevey-", Jasmine stopped listening. I'm first, she thought nervously. ugh. I hate being first.

"We're even using the bludgers?", Jasmine questioned Ron before mounting her broom.

"Yeah. Why not." He replied before mounting his own broom.

Jasmine started with the quaffle. She passed it to one of the other catchers who threw it back to her. She made towards the goal, glancing sideways to make sure nobody or nothing (bludgers) was following her. After doing that, she shot at the middle hoop.

But whether the quaffle made it in or not, Jasmine never discovered. A bludger was flying towards her. She shot upwards, dodging the bludger, which to her bewilderment and terror, followed her. She wove in between the seats in the stands then flew sharply upwards again. Glancing backwards, Jasmine discovered that the quaffle was still behind her, with one beater hot in pursuit.

Jasmine climbed even higher, the shot quickly down, pulling up at the last second. That would have been a great Wronski Feint, she mused. The bludger came barreling down after her. She shot upwards again, and turned quickly to the left then--

WHAM

blackness.

***

"Are you okay, Jasmine!?", A girl's voice. Hermione.

"Yeah, where- what-?"

"Your in the hospital wing. Oh, God we were all worried sick!"

"Why?", Jasmine managed.

"Why? WHY!" you almost got yourself killed! You got slammed with two bludgers in the head at one time, then dropped twenty-five feet to the ground!" Hermione looked very McGonallgall -like. "You could have been killed! Do you know what day it is?"

Jasmine shook her head, she glanced sideways to see Harry and Ron speaking to Madam Pomfrey.

"Friday?", Jasmine guessed.

"NO!", Hermione looked like someone's mother getting paranoid over a young child.

"Well, then. I never was any good at guessing games. What day is it?"

"Thursday"

"We went back in time?" Jasmine asked, trying to stall Hermione from yelling more until Harry and Ron came to change the subject.

Hermione just gave her an exasperated look and ran up to Ron and Harry, who came running over to Jasmine's bed.

"Oh, Jasmine. You're awake! You gave us quite a scare" Ron said. The two boys both looked exhausted and stressed. Jasmine leaned forward, trying to prop her pillow up a bit. Bad idea. Pain seared through her head like a thousand knives. Jasmine bit her lip, trying not to scream or cry. That was baby stuff.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking very concerned.

"Yeah." Jasmine choked out. White lie, right? "Um... just a little headache."

She instinctively glanced at her left ring finger. The ring was gone. "My ring!", she whispered, only to herself, but Harry, Ron and Hermione heard her.

"What ring?", Hermione questioned.

"Um.. I ...uh. My mom gave me a ring when I left. And...it's really expensive. And I like it because it reminds me of home. And I think I just lost it... I did just lose it. Probably when I fell off my broomstick" Another white lie.

"Oh", Hermione said. Though she looked a bit suspicious. She was just opening her mouth, presumably for another question, when madam Pomfrey came and shooed the visitors off to give Jasmine some rest.

***

--Harry's POV--

"I don't know... This ring of hers seems rather fishy. She paused far too many times during her explanation of it for me." Hermione had been ranting to Ron and Harry the entire way up to the common room.

"I like her", Ron said plainly. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Not that way!" He said.

"I don't trust her." Hermione said in a quiet, but dangerous voice.

Harry shrugged. "I dunno"

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I couldn't think of anywhere to end(Not that many people are even reading this. I think I'm just writing this to amuse myself)