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Harry stared at Neville in disbelief, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Neville Longbottom the new Gryffindor seeker. There had to be some kind of weird spell going on. First Hermione asked him out and now this. Harry dragged himself across to the bench, he couldn't believe it. What would his life be without Quiddich? Without Hermione? He shook the thought from his head. This is exactly what everybody wanted. Harry and Hermione to run off into the sunset. Well no, if Hermione wanted to be with Neville that was fine with him. They were just friends; he was going to have none of that silly romance. He didn't even know why he was thinking about it, not when there was quiddich to watch. From where Harry was sat he could see the whole of the Quiddich practise. Not that he wanted to; if he wasn't playing he didn't want to be there. There was, however still time for the spell to wear of and for Neville to go back to normal. And if that happened Angelina would welcome Harry back with open arms. After all how good could Neville be?
Neville beamed from ear to ear. Never in his life had he felt so happy. He was dating a beautiful girl and he was seeker for the Gryffindor team. Even he knew how highly unlikely this series of events was. After all he'd never been that good on a broomstick; he shuddered when he thought back to his first flying lesson. But he was over that now. All he needed to do was to stay confident. Yes, confidence was the key and Neville had it. It felt strange, almost like he was a different person, yet some how not. Neville wanted to feel bad for stealing Harry's position but he didn't. He was sure given the option Harry would do the same thing. And anyway Harry had enough going on in his life without playing quiddich. He was doing him a favour, lighting his load. Yes, he thought to himself, he wasn't doing anything wrong. And with that the quiddich practise really began.
Ron tried to push past the students, lamely covering his face. What was the point, he thought. By tea everyone in the school would know about the incident. Ron would never live it down. If only he was more like his brothers. People were always laughing with them not at them. Ron could feel his face burning brighter and brighter red as he walked down the corridor. Just one more corner to take and he would be in the hospital wing. He was concentrating so hard on trying to cover his face that he walked straight into a young girl stood in the corridor. Rather than knocking her to the floor Ron fell over himself. The girl turned and stared at him, she didn't seem impressed. Ron wasn't impressed either; the rather large history book she had been reading had smacked him on the head. "You might want to watch where you're going. It's not like you don't have enough eyes. You could at least keep one on the road ahead." Ron wanted to think of a witty come back, one that the girl would be in awe at, but he couldn't. "Well you want to watch the size of the books you read. That thing nearly took my head of." Ron heaved the heavy book up and handed it to the girl. The Title was "Noble witches and Wizards in the Tudor period." Ron hated history books and he nearly always fell asleep in Professor Binns class, but something inside him made him want to impress the girl. "Take it that book is about Anne Boleyn. I remember reading something about being a witch." The girl snorted, clearly unimpressed with Ron's historical abilities. Ron could feel his face turning red again. "My God have you been reading muggle books? A theory as stupid as that must have come from a muggle book? It's a well known fact that Anne Boleyn wasn't a witch that was just some stupid trumped up charge that idiot muggles believe. My names Bethany I'm in Ravenclaw and what on earth happened to your face?"
Harry trudged back to the Gryffindor common room. He was in no real mood to talk to anyone. Least of all Hermione or Neville. He blamed Hermione for what had happened. Neville had been a nice quiet boy who would have never dreamed of playing for the Quiddich team, but then she asked him out. Harry was sure she had done it on purpose just to spite him, but then he remembered it was Hermione, she would never do a thing like that, she was far too sensible. Harry on the other hand was not. He needed to find himself a girlfriend and quick. He needed to quell the gossip about him being chucked off the team with some other form of gossip. The best he could think of, apart from defeating Lord Voldermort, was getting a girlfriend. Shallow, he knew, but then many people at Hogwarts were. Harry had been thinking so much he had not realised he had made it back to the common room; he muttered the pass word to the fat lady and climbed inside.
Ron who had eagerly been awaiting Harry's return, jumped up. "Harry! Harry! I've got the best news." Harry looked at Ron's face. It obviously wasn't that Madam Pomfrey had been able to cure him. He felt mean Ron was his best friend and he should have been there for him. He smiled at Ron and gestured for him to go on. "Well ....." Ron didn't seem to be able to get the words out he was so happy. "Well..... IwasgoingtothemedicalwardandImetthisgirl." Harry stared in disbelief. "Ron slow down, take a deep breath, and start again." Ron sat down; it was obvious that something wonderful had happened to him. "Well after I left you I went to the hospital wing. And on the way I banged into this girl. She's called Bethany." Ron's eyes glazed over and he stopped talking. God, thought Harry, everyone is in love at the moment apart from me. Ron snapped out of it. "She was horrid to me, said I must only read muggle books. Then she went on some mad rant about witches and wizards in the Tudor period. Bit of a history buff. Anyway she's in Ravenclaw and she's really clever and after she saw how bad I was at history she agreed to help me. She insulted me a bit more then arranged to meet up tomorrow. I think she really likes me, don't you?" Harry had got past the point of caring, as soon as he'd heard history being mentioned he'd dozed off. He woke up with a start. "Yes Ron great, she sounds lovely, a real catch." Ron felt bad it was obvious there was something upsetting his friend. "What's wrong Harry? Practise not go so well?" Harry could hold it in no longer, he exploded with rage. "She put me on the bench and she's made NEVILLE seeker!" Ron was amazed. "Neville but why?" "Because he's the best man for the job." The voice was Hermione's, she'd been stood at the door listening in. "Harry I think it's time you let someone else have a go. Neville's really good." Harry who was in no mood to listen to one of Hermione's little speeches, stormed off to bed. "What on earth is wrong with him?" Ron shrugged and the n smiled. He could tell Hermione all about Bethany. He was sure that she's be interested!
Harry stared at Neville in disbelief, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Neville Longbottom the new Gryffindor seeker. There had to be some kind of weird spell going on. First Hermione asked him out and now this. Harry dragged himself across to the bench, he couldn't believe it. What would his life be without Quiddich? Without Hermione? He shook the thought from his head. This is exactly what everybody wanted. Harry and Hermione to run off into the sunset. Well no, if Hermione wanted to be with Neville that was fine with him. They were just friends; he was going to have none of that silly romance. He didn't even know why he was thinking about it, not when there was quiddich to watch. From where Harry was sat he could see the whole of the Quiddich practise. Not that he wanted to; if he wasn't playing he didn't want to be there. There was, however still time for the spell to wear of and for Neville to go back to normal. And if that happened Angelina would welcome Harry back with open arms. After all how good could Neville be?
Neville beamed from ear to ear. Never in his life had he felt so happy. He was dating a beautiful girl and he was seeker for the Gryffindor team. Even he knew how highly unlikely this series of events was. After all he'd never been that good on a broomstick; he shuddered when he thought back to his first flying lesson. But he was over that now. All he needed to do was to stay confident. Yes, confidence was the key and Neville had it. It felt strange, almost like he was a different person, yet some how not. Neville wanted to feel bad for stealing Harry's position but he didn't. He was sure given the option Harry would do the same thing. And anyway Harry had enough going on in his life without playing quiddich. He was doing him a favour, lighting his load. Yes, he thought to himself, he wasn't doing anything wrong. And with that the quiddich practise really began.
Ron tried to push past the students, lamely covering his face. What was the point, he thought. By tea everyone in the school would know about the incident. Ron would never live it down. If only he was more like his brothers. People were always laughing with them not at them. Ron could feel his face burning brighter and brighter red as he walked down the corridor. Just one more corner to take and he would be in the hospital wing. He was concentrating so hard on trying to cover his face that he walked straight into a young girl stood in the corridor. Rather than knocking her to the floor Ron fell over himself. The girl turned and stared at him, she didn't seem impressed. Ron wasn't impressed either; the rather large history book she had been reading had smacked him on the head. "You might want to watch where you're going. It's not like you don't have enough eyes. You could at least keep one on the road ahead." Ron wanted to think of a witty come back, one that the girl would be in awe at, but he couldn't. "Well you want to watch the size of the books you read. That thing nearly took my head of." Ron heaved the heavy book up and handed it to the girl. The Title was "Noble witches and Wizards in the Tudor period." Ron hated history books and he nearly always fell asleep in Professor Binns class, but something inside him made him want to impress the girl. "Take it that book is about Anne Boleyn. I remember reading something about being a witch." The girl snorted, clearly unimpressed with Ron's historical abilities. Ron could feel his face turning red again. "My God have you been reading muggle books? A theory as stupid as that must have come from a muggle book? It's a well known fact that Anne Boleyn wasn't a witch that was just some stupid trumped up charge that idiot muggles believe. My names Bethany I'm in Ravenclaw and what on earth happened to your face?"
Harry trudged back to the Gryffindor common room. He was in no real mood to talk to anyone. Least of all Hermione or Neville. He blamed Hermione for what had happened. Neville had been a nice quiet boy who would have never dreamed of playing for the Quiddich team, but then she asked him out. Harry was sure she had done it on purpose just to spite him, but then he remembered it was Hermione, she would never do a thing like that, she was far too sensible. Harry on the other hand was not. He needed to find himself a girlfriend and quick. He needed to quell the gossip about him being chucked off the team with some other form of gossip. The best he could think of, apart from defeating Lord Voldermort, was getting a girlfriend. Shallow, he knew, but then many people at Hogwarts were. Harry had been thinking so much he had not realised he had made it back to the common room; he muttered the pass word to the fat lady and climbed inside.
Ron who had eagerly been awaiting Harry's return, jumped up. "Harry! Harry! I've got the best news." Harry looked at Ron's face. It obviously wasn't that Madam Pomfrey had been able to cure him. He felt mean Ron was his best friend and he should have been there for him. He smiled at Ron and gestured for him to go on. "Well ....." Ron didn't seem to be able to get the words out he was so happy. "Well..... IwasgoingtothemedicalwardandImetthisgirl." Harry stared in disbelief. "Ron slow down, take a deep breath, and start again." Ron sat down; it was obvious that something wonderful had happened to him. "Well after I left you I went to the hospital wing. And on the way I banged into this girl. She's called Bethany." Ron's eyes glazed over and he stopped talking. God, thought Harry, everyone is in love at the moment apart from me. Ron snapped out of it. "She was horrid to me, said I must only read muggle books. Then she went on some mad rant about witches and wizards in the Tudor period. Bit of a history buff. Anyway she's in Ravenclaw and she's really clever and after she saw how bad I was at history she agreed to help me. She insulted me a bit more then arranged to meet up tomorrow. I think she really likes me, don't you?" Harry had got past the point of caring, as soon as he'd heard history being mentioned he'd dozed off. He woke up with a start. "Yes Ron great, she sounds lovely, a real catch." Ron felt bad it was obvious there was something upsetting his friend. "What's wrong Harry? Practise not go so well?" Harry could hold it in no longer, he exploded with rage. "She put me on the bench and she's made NEVILLE seeker!" Ron was amazed. "Neville but why?" "Because he's the best man for the job." The voice was Hermione's, she'd been stood at the door listening in. "Harry I think it's time you let someone else have a go. Neville's really good." Harry who was in no mood to listen to one of Hermione's little speeches, stormed off to bed. "What on earth is wrong with him?" Ron shrugged and the n smiled. He could tell Hermione all about Bethany. He was sure that she's be interested!
