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Thanks to my reviewer's. And thanks to one reviewer who shoved me back onto the path of this story... even though I was have an amusing time picking flowers off to the side. Okay to clear up some stuff. Changes and whatever I made:

1.) Harry and the rest of his year are in 6th year. Gwen is in 7th year. And Fred and George have been on thier own, with their Joke Shop for a year.

2.) For the sake of the story, Blaise (Blaze) Zambini is in 7th year, even though he's supposed to be in 6th year.

3.) The Quidditch teams are as follows: (And Harry is back on the team, and Ginny mentioned wanting to try out for Chaser in the 5th book so thats where I put here. And yes I know Gwen probably wouldn't be Captain, but she was a reserve and since this is her last year McGonagall is letting her become Captain.)

Gryffindor

Head Chaser and Captain: Gwen Oliver

Chaser: Ginny Weasly

Chaser: Lavendar Brown

Seeker: Harry Potter

Keeper: Ron Weasly

Beater: Dean Thomas

Beater: Seamus Finnigan

Slytherin

Head Chaser and Captain: Blaise Zambini

Chaser: Conrad Moon

Chaser: Marlow Nott

Seeker: Draco Malfoy

Keeper: Morag MacDougal

Beater: Vincent Crabbe

Beater: Greg Goyle

Hufflepuff

Seeker and Captain: Emmeline Rees

Head Chaser: Zacharias Smith

Chaser: Susan Bones

Chaser: Justin Finch-Fletchley

Beater: Jacob Larwence

Beater: James Ryes

Keeper: Sally-Anne Perks

Ravenclaw

Chaser and Captain: Roger Davies

Head Chaser: Cho Chang

Chaser: Terry Boot

Seeker: Padma Patil

Beater: Mandy Brocklehurst

Beater: Michael Corner

Keeper: Luna Lovegood

4.) Gwen is Charlie Weasly's ex- girlfriend.

5.) Gwen is from the United States, but since they start their schooling a year earlier she's in seventh year when she should be in sixth. Gwen is sixteen.

6.) Gwen is best friends with the Weasly's, and has been since she was small. Her parents used to be in the Order. The tasks to annoy Snape is set down to Gwen by the Weasly twins.

7.) Harry is back on the team, because Umbridge is gone, and McGonagall never reinforced her ban.

Thats about it so onto the new chapter! Review please! And check out my other storys, which can be found in my profile!

It was around 3 am, when we all fell asleep. And I woke to the unpleasant feeling of Ginny roughly haking me awake.

"Gwnyth Oliver! Wake up now! We are already an hour behind." I groaned and rolled over. It must be at least noon, and I did have to buy dress robes for the Halloween Ball...

"Oh alright Ginny, I'm UP!" I grumble, sitting up in bed to find all five girls greatly dressed and ready to go. I groan again and try to dive under my covers.

"Come on, Gwen!" Pavarti says dragging me to my feet. And shoving a small bundle of clothes into my hands. I quickly dress in a knee- length blue jean skirt, a size too small and with a slit in it clear up my thigh. A small gold shirt, that had thin straps and pushed my already- large brests up into imaginable heights. Strappy heels and underneath another pair of strings for underwear finished my ensemble. I knew once Lavendar slipped those black heels on my feet, that I was dead. And as a unconquerable team, they quickly applied eye liner, blush, foundation, and lip gloss. My hair was left down, in prettily messy curls. And we were ready to go to Hogsmeade.

The shoes were suicide. And the whole, painful way to Hogsmeade, I clutched tightly to Ginny and Hermione's arm. I knew that they'd probably would have bruises tomarrow, but I would have blisters! So we made it down to Hogsmeade, without me breaking my neck. I stumbled quite a few times, what with all these annyoing people pushing and shoving. I would have decked some third year for elbowing me in the stomache, had I not lost my balance and stumbled into Ginny. And so it was to my great relief that Pavarti hauled me into Gladrags Wizarding Wear. Students swarmed the small shop, searching for dress robes at the last minute. The five of us made our way to the quietest corner, to consult with each other about what we needed.

"So who already has their dress robes or costume?" I asked, plopping down on the small loveseat. Pavarti seemed to frown in disapproval at the way I sat.

"Lavendar and I already have our costumes. We are going as the weird sisters."

"And I have a dress robe for the ball." Hermione replied, sitting daintly beside me.

"So Gwen, it you and me!" Ginny replied with more enthusiam for shopping then should be legal. I grimaced.

"How can I wlak around in these shoes looking for costumes?" I ask in a whiny voice. Looking pointedly at Lavendar and Pavarti. Hey! They love shopping, and I don't. I need a costume and have some galleons, maybe they could look for me...

Lavendar seemed to get what I was hinting, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

"Come on Pavarti." And off everyone, but Hermione went, looking for costumes.

"What about this one?" Lavendar asked ten minutes later.

I squint at it before saying, "No. I don't think so."

"How about this?" Pavarti asks, presenting a ghoul costume. I shake my head.

Seven costumes, and an hour later...

"What about this one! Gwen it's gorgeous!" Lavendar sighs, bringing forth a white- muggle gown.

"Yeah you can go as one of those masked muggle princess thingys!" Pavarit says with a dreamy look in her eyes, "It'll be so romantic."

I smile at them, bored out of my wits. I would agree to anything right about now. The dress was pretty. Puffy, and white. With flowing sleeves, and crimson & gold trim. Lavendar presents a small face mask that would cover my eyes. It's white with gold sequines, and has an lacy string to tie it.

We pay twenty galleons for the costume. And head for The Three Broomsticks.

I sip my butterbeer, while listening to the small chatter of my five friends. And another elbow in the stomache brings me sharply back to reality. I glare over at Ginny, who grins and points over at the doorway. Blaise Zambini, and his best friend Draco Malfoy walk in. Blaise looks hot, with thick black curls that fall over storm gray eyes. He is very tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular body. And he's...

"Gwen quit drooling!" Ginny wispers laughingly in my ear. I scowl at her. "Hey I have my camera..." Ginny says pointing at the black camera that hangs around her neck.

"Why are you taking all these pictures?"

"There for my darling brothers. Fred and George, will get the ocassional hot pic of you, but mostly the get the ones of you running from Snape. Or completing some task. They love to hang it on the shop window. Bill just wants to be kept up to date, in a brotherly fashion he asures me. But the Snape photos make him laugh, and I'm sure you new outfits will make him feel anything but brotherly..." I gape at Ginny. She is more evil than I ever gave her credit for. "And Charlie? Well he never said anything about the photos, but there never sent back. And I'm still hoping for another sister." Ginny winks, and grins.

"So you want me to go make a fool of myself in front of Blaise so you can get a picture of us togather?" Ginny shrugs, that still shining in her eyes. I sigh... I still had to get Blaise to go to the Halloween Ball with me. So after making sure that none of the girls had heard any gossip about Blaise going to the ball with some other girl yet. I stand up, wobbling slightly and stride- er- skoot over to Blaise.

I'm about six feet from him when he looks over at me. He had been standing next to a table of Slytherin's, talking confidently to his Seeker. Metally cursing myself for being an idiot, I watch as his eyes travel slowly up my body. His eyes widen slightly, at my outfit. I guess he never expected his toughest rival on and off the field to be wearing something so... skimpy?

I step up beside him, still wobbling, to snickers and sneers of the Slytherins at the table.

"So..." I start out lamely. "Blai-- er I mean, Zambini. Are we still on for the scrimage tomarrow?" I ask, my mind completely blanking out.

"Of course Oliver. But I don't think you could actually call it a challenge. I seen your team practicing yesterday." He says with a sneer. That icy cold Slytherin expression back in place. I laugh, finally feeling almost at ease.

"We'll see. I'll have that Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor if it kills me." And before he could say anything else, I thought I'd better just leave. I could not ask this guy out! And if I stayed one more minute, I was going to blurt something out that I'd regret later. I went to turn, remembering a moment to late of the heels I had on. And I fell backwards, my eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the hard ground to come meet me. But it never did. Instead I felt a warm hard chest at my back, and strong arms closing tightly around my waist. And still, I kept my eyes closed. Wanting the moment to last and knowing who must have caught me.

"You should be more careful Oliver," Blaise said in a low husky voise, his breath hot against my neck, "Or you might not live to see the Slytherin's win the cup." And with that he let me go. But as I went to step away, I could hear Pavarti screaming in my head "Kiss him.Thank him. Do SOMETHING!" And so against my lust clouded brain, I turned torwards Blaise. This time I didn't press by back against him, but my chest. As I leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Thank you, but I'll probably be dead by the time Slytherin wins the cup." And with that I walk slowly back to my table, half not being able to walk in these heels. Half wanting to swing my hips because I knew Blaise was watching.

1.) Jump out of your seat and yell 'Sir! Look what I can do!' Juggle ingredient vessels precariously. Smash as many as possible.

2.) Get a hose. Corner him. Spray him down. Run.

These were the tasks as I sat daydreaming in Snape's NEWT potion class. We decided to postpone the scrimage, due to severe lighting and storms, yesterday. I couldn't exactly get a hose in class so I decided to do the first task. Six bottles lined the edge of my desk. I picked out the pickled frog brains, steamed elephant eyes and a bottled Dragon heartstring. The class was taking notes, Snape unaware sitting at his desk writing some letter. The room was drenched in total silence. And so gathering my courage...

In 5...

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"SIR! LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" I shout as people jump at the sudden noise. I juggle the first three bottles, each smashing to the ground with a loud crack and a disgusting squelching noise. Snickers and laughter follow my preformance. Just as I am about to grab a fouth bottle, Snape glides over to me. His long, pale fingers clutch painfully around my upper arm and he marchs me out of the classroom. Wow. Snape has never done this before. I expected Snape to stop outside, in the dungeon, but no we continue walking. And I have a horrible feeling, we're going to Dumbledore this time. I look up tat Snape's face and gulp, he looks ready to kill. His black eyes glinting, and his mouth is pressed tightly into a small line. Snape must really want to get rid of me if he's willing to leave a class who's laughing.

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