A/N: Whew! Finally! This is NOT what I had planned on, but see, everything got deleted from my computer when I had to get rid of a virus. I was forced to delete my account on Windows XP. I lost all files, including this chapter in different form. I like it better. I am just sad because I lost a really cool scene between Harry and VIkky.

"Ron, you have to help me. I mean, look at them. She likes him and we know that Harry likes her. They are a match made in heaven and Harry needs something to get his mind off of Sirius' death, you and I both know it!" she glared at Ron as he continued to shovel more food into his face at the speed of lightening. He took enough time out of his mad rush at lunch to look at Hermione.

"No," was all he said before he returned to eating at the speed of sound.

"Why not! Don't you want to see Harry happy! And I wouldn't bug you about, um, your homework for, well, let's see. . ." she started to think of a reasonable amount of time.

"The rest of the year?" Ron asked hopefully, and Hermione slapped him playfully.

"For two weeks. That seems about fair."

"No," he repeated. Hermione glanced down the table to where Harry and Vikky where sitting. A week before, she had been made Gryffindor's newest Keeper along with Ginny. Harry, as Captain of the team, had made the decision to take one of his old Chaser's and move them to the Beater position, so no one had made that position. Vikky had been ecstatic when she had made the team, even though she wasn't playing Seeker, her favorite position. She had actually been able to teach Harry a few things, and at that time, they were discussing a move she had showed him the night before when they, 'JUST them, might I add' Hermione thought, had gone flying. Suddenly, Vikky glanced at her watch and apparently swore because Hermione heard Harry say, "I didn't know you knew that word!"

Vikky began to eat her food at an amazing speed, and Hermione started to laugh, which caused Ron to look up from his lunch, which he was just finishing. "What's so funny?" he asked, giving her a look.

"I think I just found someone who can eat faster than you," she said, still laughing.

"WHAT! No one. I have GOT to be the record holder at Hogwarts for the fastest eater. I just know it. I can even beat Harry!" He glanced at his friend just as Vikky was standing up to go to the library for something. "Hey, when did they stop talking and she start to eat? Wait, you mean you think Vikky can eat faster than me? No way, it's not true! I'll prove it!" he said, standing up and walking towards her, stopping her before she could leave the Great Hall. "What's your record speed to eat a piece of pumpkin pie?"

"How big of a piece? Because I can eat a quarter of a pie in about 10 seconds, occasionally less."

Both Harry's and Hermione's draws dropped as they heard this, but Ron got a smug look on his face as he turned back to Hermione. "HA! Told you she couldn't beat me. I've eaten a quarter of a pie in 5 seconds before."

"Ron, that was a miniature pie," Harry reminded Ron, who turned and glared at him.

"Shut up, prick!" Ron hissed, and Hermione started to laugh. "Fine. Vikky, I formally challenge you to a pie eating contest, tomorrow during dinner. An entire pie," he challenged. Vikky sighed. She needed to get to the library to get some extra research done. "Fine, I accept, can I go now?" she asked, and Ron nodded. She turned and left the Great Hall, taking off at a run once she was out of their.

"I think you just screwed yourself over Ron," Hermione stated, shaking her head at him as she returned to where she was sitting. Harry followed her.

"Hey 'Mione-Hermione," Harry changed what he called her when she glared at him.

"Sorry, I know you hate nicknames. Anyways. Why didn't you and Ron sit next to me and Vikky?" he asked, his emerald eyes glinting mischievously.

"Because you two were engrossed in your talk about that 'Quidditch' move you practiced last night, might I mention, while totally and utterly ALONE together. Anyways, and plus, I had to ask Ron something, who happened to have sat down at the closest spot to the door so he could eat more and faster," she said with a shrug.

"Well, thanks for the thought. What did you guys talk about? And she did teach me a Quidditch move. She learned it from her brother, and I think I can beat Draco with it," his grin was from ear to ear now.

"Nice to hear Harry. You can't know what we talked about, it's private," she said, forcing herself to blush, to make it look like it had something to do with any kind of relationship between her and Ron, which to Harry was always encouraging.

"Did he finally ask you out?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Finally?" Hermione's voice was questioning yet threatening.

"I uh, shouldn't have said that Hermione. Bye!" He stood up before she could say anything and ran out of the hall. Her attempt to grab his robes proved fruitless.

"Boys," she muttered, but she began to ponder over what Harry had said. 'FINALLY asked.' Maybe it meant her feelings were being returned as well.

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"GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!" Everyone at the Gryffindor was standing in a large circle around two seated figures who were digging into a pumpkin pie. They were on the floor, pushing against each other, standing on the seats, and Colin and Dennis Creevy were actually standing on the table. Dennis because he was too short to see otherwise and Colin because he was snapping pictures of the pie eating contest.

"Come on Vikky, you're winning! Keep it up!" Hermione cheered, then turned to Ron.

"Come on Ron, speed it up, you can catch up to her, I know you can!" She had told them both before hand she would cheer for both of them at the same time and not to complain unless they wanted to experience her wrath. Harry had arrived as she was stating her situation and he had agreed with her. They couldn't cheer for one or the other.

"Nice job Ron, I think you just passed her! Come on, keep it up! Jeez Vikky, let's go, speed it up, you can beat him, I know you can!"

The rules had been made before hand and Dean Thomas was making sure they followed the rules. They had to eat as if it was a normal meal. Therefore, they had to cut the pie and take it out piece by piece as well as actually get it onto their plates before they had to begin eating it with a fork. They also couldn't puke any of it back up.

"I think they're going to finish it in under 2 minutes!" Dean said in surprise. He was also keeping track of the time so the winner would know how long it took them.

"Come on guys, last piece!" Hermione and Harry said at the same time. They gave each other a funny look before their gaze returned to the pie eaters. They both had just pulled the last piece of pie out of their respectable pie tins. Vikky looked slightly green around the gills, and seemed to be slowing down. Ron was still going strong when he suddenly slowed down extremely. He suddenly looked like he was going to be sick, and a rather large chunk of his pie remained on his plate as Vikky picked up the last bite of her pie and put it in her mouth, Ron saw this and grabbed his and put it in his mouth, chewing, the look on his face making it look as if it was painfully.

"HA! I win!" Vikky cried as she swallowed the last bite. Ron swallowed his bite and looked at her.

"I don't think I should have eaten that 4th piece of chicken," he muttered as he stood up, running for the boys bathroom. Vikky stood up, and Hermione pulled her into an excited hug. She was fine with it until Harry wrapped his arms around them both from behind Vikky, squeezing them slightly. "Uh, squeezing bad, put down afore get sick," she said, her speech showing her sickness from all that pie plus dinner.

Harry set her down after Hermione punched him, saying she didn't want pie on her.

"Nice job Vikky, you did awesome. I never would have believed if someone had told me that it was possible for a person to eat faster than Ronald Weasley. But you did it!" He looked almost as excited as she felt, but she couldn't show it, considering her main emotion seemed to be aimed towards the urge to barf.

"Yeah, thanks Harry," she managed to squeak out. "I think I am going to go to bed now, study in bed, sleep off the food," she explained, and both Hermione and Harry nodded in understanding. They stayed behind to talk as Vikky slowly walked out of the Great Hall, getting applause and slaps on the back, which made her look sicker.

She finally made it to the exit, and she disappeared, heading back to the dorms, luckily not seeing Ron as she finally made it to her room, falling on the bed, groaning in pain. She shouldn't have eaten dinner, but the sight of Ron doing it as well had been encouraging. "Never doing that again," she muttered

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Harry glanced at Hermione, a proud look on his face.

"What do you look so happy for? Your best mate just lost to a girl!" Hermione cried playfully.

"She beat him! I didn't think it was possible, but she did! That is awesome, I can't wait to ask her about it. WHEN she feels better," he added, noticing the look he was getting from Hermione. It was quite a scary look actually.

"I won't tell Ron you're happy, so at least sound sympathetic to the poor guy. He DID just lose to the girl HIS best mate is totally in love with," she teased. Harry playfully swatted her, and she smacked him back just as playfully.

"Come on Harry, you need to do your homework, and you can't use the excuse, 'I ate an entire pumpkin pie,' as and excuse," Hermione reminded him, and he groaned, but allowed himself to be dragged to the library, where he spent the rest of the evening on homework, but he did get a week ahead, which made him quite happy.

"Thanks Hermione, I needed that. Now I have extra Quidditch time!" he exclaimed, which made her groan.

"I shouldn't have helped you get ahead. You won't do your homework until last minute because you got ahead on some of it," she muttered, but Harry grinned at her.

"Aw, don't worry about it. Night 'Mione!" He began to pack his school bag, getting out of there as soon before she could yell at him for the nickname.

"It's Hermione!" she called to his retreating back. Harry just lifted his hand to acknowledge he had heard her, knowing she would get madder if he hadn't been listening. She packed up as well, heading to the common room, saying good night to Harry, who was sitting in an arm chair by the fire before she went up to her dorm.

She laughed silently at Vikky, who was sleeping on her back, her hand on her stomach. She looked ready to explode. A person who knew her could tell she was uncomfortable, considering she normally slept curled up on a little ball on her right side, hugging the covers to her chin.

"Night Vikky, sweet dreams. Filled with pie." A loud groan provided the evidence to her belief her friend had yet to fall asleep. Hermione changed into pajamas and turned out the lights, laying down, and was soon asleep, listening to Vikky's soft breathing, who had fallen asleep after she had groaned.

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