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Chapter 8: Quidditch Season
"He's right behind you, Harry." Ron said.
Harry turned around and gasped. "My god. How did you get in to the team?'
"Oh, she like ran rings round me before scoring like in every try, man." Ron said, rather impatiently.
"Maybe it's because you suck, Ron." Hermione replied. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Hermione Granger, the girl who so hated Quidditch in the beginning, now was on the Gryffindor team. Harry was still staring at her in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as hard as he could, but Hermione still stood in front of him, in her muddy Quidditch robes.
"So what do you think, Harry," Ron said. Harry jumped, his train of thought broken. "I think we have a good chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year, with Hermione around."
"Yah I think you're right, Ron." Harry said absentmindedly.
"Lucky you. To have Hermione on the team with you is a big blessing to you." Ron sniggered. "Just don't have some intimate moments in the dressing room, or we'll take pics and show it to McGonagall."
Harry laughed, and socked Ron on his shoulder. But now he knew what to get for her birthday...
It was a few days to the first match of the season, and everyone was very excited. At training, Harry could see why Hermione was picked for the team. She rode on her broom like an old pro and had a powerful and accurate shot. However, the only problem was that her broom, a school-owned Shooting Star, was not up to scratch. Even if Hermione was the best chaser in the world, she still needed a new broom.
"Hey pal, ogling at Hermione, eh" Ron said as he walked toward him.
"Yah right," Harry replied." She needs a new broom pal."
"I know that." Ron snapped back." So you go now and get one,"
"But how?" Harry asked.
"Just go, the Hogsmeade visit is today. Go to Quality Quidditch Supplies and get a broom."
Harry gasped. He had totally forgot that the Hogsmeade visit was today. Quickly he rush out, leaving Ron to mutter," Stupid guy."
The Quidditch match was tomorrow. The match-up of the season-Gryffindor vs Slytherin. The whole common room was awake with busy discussion.
"Do you think we can win?"
"Yeh, why not! I heard that Hermione's one hell of a chaser."
Harry slumped down on the cushion. The weight of expectation was upon his backs. If Gryffindor were to lose the match, it would be unthinkable.
Soon everyone was in bed, leaving Ron, Hermione and Harry to be in the lounge.
"Hermione, I have something for you." Harry said. He took out the package from beneath the couch and gave it to Hermione. "For you."
"For me?" Hermione questioned Harry. Suspiciously, she tore the brown packaging.
"Wow pal," Ron gasped." You sure are richer than I thought." Hermione looked like she would pass out. On the handle was the word "FIREBOLT" carved on it.
"Like it?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded her head and gave Harry a big hug.
"Harry, you shouldn't have." Hermione repeated.
"It's ok, love. As long as you like it." Harry answered.
"Oh Harry, don't forget to kiss her!" Ron smirked.
"Piss off," Harry said, and threw the pillow at him.
The big day had arrived. Harry assembled his team and gave his first ever pep talk. Leading his players onto the field, Harry felt something that he never felt before. Something like he was the new Oliver Wood, that he had to grow up and be a leader.
The game didn't start well of Gryffindor. Ron suddenly became a bundle of nerves, conceding one goal after another. Before they knew it, they were already 70 points down.
"And it's Granger tearing down the pitch." The loud voice of Lee Jordan, now official commentator for Quidditch games, sounded." She gets past one, gets past two, takes a shot, GRYFFINDOR SCORE!!!!"
Harry took a deep breath. At least his team had scored. Turning around he saw something gold buzzing round him.
"Harry Potter's going after the snitch!" Jordan roared as Harry chased after the golden ball, with Malfoy hot on his heels. As Harry was going to reach out of the snitch, he felt a hard thump on his back. Losing his balance, he fell off his broom and onto the pitch. Still felling weird, he stood up and saw the snitch in his hand.
"Harry Potter's caught the snitch! Gryffindor win!" Jordan roared as the Gryffindor fans started to cheer. Harry smiled as he fell down onto the pitch, unconscious.
That's all folks, for this chapter, read the following chapter to find out on what will happen. Pls R&R.. Thanks
Chapter 8: Quidditch Season
"He's right behind you, Harry." Ron said.
Harry turned around and gasped. "My god. How did you get in to the team?'
"Oh, she like ran rings round me before scoring like in every try, man." Ron said, rather impatiently.
"Maybe it's because you suck, Ron." Hermione replied. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Hermione Granger, the girl who so hated Quidditch in the beginning, now was on the Gryffindor team. Harry was still staring at her in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as hard as he could, but Hermione still stood in front of him, in her muddy Quidditch robes.
"So what do you think, Harry," Ron said. Harry jumped, his train of thought broken. "I think we have a good chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year, with Hermione around."
"Yah I think you're right, Ron." Harry said absentmindedly.
"Lucky you. To have Hermione on the team with you is a big blessing to you." Ron sniggered. "Just don't have some intimate moments in the dressing room, or we'll take pics and show it to McGonagall."
Harry laughed, and socked Ron on his shoulder. But now he knew what to get for her birthday...
It was a few days to the first match of the season, and everyone was very excited. At training, Harry could see why Hermione was picked for the team. She rode on her broom like an old pro and had a powerful and accurate shot. However, the only problem was that her broom, a school-owned Shooting Star, was not up to scratch. Even if Hermione was the best chaser in the world, she still needed a new broom.
"Hey pal, ogling at Hermione, eh" Ron said as he walked toward him.
"Yah right," Harry replied." She needs a new broom pal."
"I know that." Ron snapped back." So you go now and get one,"
"But how?" Harry asked.
"Just go, the Hogsmeade visit is today. Go to Quality Quidditch Supplies and get a broom."
Harry gasped. He had totally forgot that the Hogsmeade visit was today. Quickly he rush out, leaving Ron to mutter," Stupid guy."
The Quidditch match was tomorrow. The match-up of the season-Gryffindor vs Slytherin. The whole common room was awake with busy discussion.
"Do you think we can win?"
"Yeh, why not! I heard that Hermione's one hell of a chaser."
Harry slumped down on the cushion. The weight of expectation was upon his backs. If Gryffindor were to lose the match, it would be unthinkable.
Soon everyone was in bed, leaving Ron, Hermione and Harry to be in the lounge.
"Hermione, I have something for you." Harry said. He took out the package from beneath the couch and gave it to Hermione. "For you."
"For me?" Hermione questioned Harry. Suspiciously, she tore the brown packaging.
"Wow pal," Ron gasped." You sure are richer than I thought." Hermione looked like she would pass out. On the handle was the word "FIREBOLT" carved on it.
"Like it?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded her head and gave Harry a big hug.
"Harry, you shouldn't have." Hermione repeated.
"It's ok, love. As long as you like it." Harry answered.
"Oh Harry, don't forget to kiss her!" Ron smirked.
"Piss off," Harry said, and threw the pillow at him.
The big day had arrived. Harry assembled his team and gave his first ever pep talk. Leading his players onto the field, Harry felt something that he never felt before. Something like he was the new Oliver Wood, that he had to grow up and be a leader.
The game didn't start well of Gryffindor. Ron suddenly became a bundle of nerves, conceding one goal after another. Before they knew it, they were already 70 points down.
"And it's Granger tearing down the pitch." The loud voice of Lee Jordan, now official commentator for Quidditch games, sounded." She gets past one, gets past two, takes a shot, GRYFFINDOR SCORE!!!!"
Harry took a deep breath. At least his team had scored. Turning around he saw something gold buzzing round him.
"Harry Potter's going after the snitch!" Jordan roared as Harry chased after the golden ball, with Malfoy hot on his heels. As Harry was going to reach out of the snitch, he felt a hard thump on his back. Losing his balance, he fell off his broom and onto the pitch. Still felling weird, he stood up and saw the snitch in his hand.
"Harry Potter's caught the snitch! Gryffindor win!" Jordan roared as the Gryffindor fans started to cheer. Harry smiled as he fell down onto the pitch, unconscious.
That's all folks, for this chapter, read the following chapter to find out on what will happen. Pls R&R.. Thanks