Chapter 5

After they had changed into their quidditch uniforms they stepped onto the field. The clouds overhead turned were a deep gray and soft splatters of rain fell from the clouds.

"This is just our luck." Angelina said mounting her broom.

"Alright," Wood said stepping onto the field. "Weasleys you know the drill." He let a bludger go and it zoomed around in the sky soon followed by the twins. "Okay Johnson," He threw the quaffle at her and flew up to the goal post. "Two hundred points and you all can go." Angelina flew up so she was level with Oliver.

"How long do you reckon we'll be out here?" George asked Fred as they flew around the Quidditch Pitch.

"As soon as Angelina gets 200 points."

"Yeah thanks. But how long do you think that'll be?"

"An hour." Fred said pelting a bludger at Oliver.

Oliver ducked just in time to feel a breeze pass his ear.

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing?" Oliver screamed over at the beaters. Angelina scored on him but he didn't notice because of the distraction.

"Do you have the time?" George called down to him speaking very slowly. Angelina scored again.

"Yes..." He said not expecting that question. "But your suppose to be beaters!"

"What's your middle name?" Fred asked as Angelina scored three more times. He grinned. They'd be out of here in no time.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing." George answered. Angelina continued to score.

"You two are a pain in the arse."

"Glad we could be at service." Fred replied as Oliver gave them a suspicious look. The twins just simple smiled.

"That's 200 points! I'm out of here!" Angelina said dismounting. Oliver turned at here trying to figure out what she was talking about. He looked back up at the twins now realizing what they had done.

"Ugh!" Oliver breathed. He paused a moment then said. "Johnson remember when you first started playing?" He asked as she headed towards the locker room determined to win back his star chaser.

"Yes I do but I don't see-."

"You used to try your hardest." There was a pause.

"What do you mean used to?"

"You don't anymore, not against me." He paused as Angelina's mouth dropped. "Want to know why?" Angelina glared up at him still hovering above the ground.

"Yeah let's here."

"Your afraid." Angelina chuckled. "Your afraid to try your best because you know your best won't be good enough to beat me. At least if you don't try you have an excuse. You know I'm a better keeper then you are a chaser." He said sourly.

"You didn't!" Angelina said. How dare he!

"I believe I did." Fred and George both exchanged nervous glances.

"Give me the quaffle!" She mounted her broom. He threw the quaffle at her. She caught it and flew towards the goal post. She brought her arm back and threw the quaffle at the left goal post, Oliver's weak spot.

Oliver dove determined to stop the ball, which he managed easily. "I know you can do better Johnson." He chucked the ball back at her. Fred and George were still watching them. They knew well enough that you should never challenge her like that. She has more determination then she knows what to do with. Last time George did that he ended up with a face full of dirt. That was well enough of a warning for both of them.

Once more Angelina tried but failed. "Come on Johnson is that all you got?"

Now Angelina felt a rush of anger. She hated everything about him from his stupid rather large feet up to his ugly hair and she'd do anything to prove him wrong.

She chucked the quaffle with all her might at the left goal post. Oliver dove for it. He felt the quaffle brush his fingertips as it zoomed by and made it's way into the hoop.

"Not so big and strong anymore. Are you?"

"I'm still up by one!"

This competition dragged on for and hour. Angelina would score one making it tied then Wood would stop one with an occasional score score then a save. Fred and George had now found themselves a seat at the stadium now accompanied by Lee.

Angelina was very frustrated now. When did he get so good?

"Alright Johnson you win." A tired Oliver said letting one purposely go in.

"You're just saying that." Oliver retrieved the quaffle.

"No I'm not." He said seriously.

"Give me the quaffle!" Angelina snapped.

"Come on Johnson!" Oliver pleaded.

"What are you too tired? Or is it that you're afraid? Finally see that I am the better player." She condescended him. Oliver immediately threw the quaffle at her.

"Bring it on!" He shouted resuming his post, guarding the three hoops.

"Popcorn?" George asked Lee.

"Most certainty!" George handed him a box of popcorn soggy from the rain that was now beating steadily. He ate a handful.

"Delicious."

Once again Angelina threw the quaffle at the three hoops with all her might sending a bolt of pain from the back of her neck to her should. She winced in pain and grabbed her shoulder.

"Damn," She said grinding her teeth.

"You alright there?" Wood asked flying over to her.

"I'm fine!" She snapped. "Give me the ball!"

"No you'd had enough, so have I."

"Give me the damn quaffle!" She said still squeezing her arm.

"No we're done!" The rain began to lighten up though it was still beating pretty hard. She stared at him for a moment realizing that nothing she said would make a difference. Then another bolt of pain was sent threw her shoulder. She winced once more.

"Jordan! Go get Madame Pomprey!" Oliver yelled.

"I said I'm fine!" She screamed and dismounted. She could feel herself shake mostly because of the cold but also out of anger. She carelessly threw her broom into the locker room and stormed inside Hogwarts.

(A/N Thanks for reading again. Hope you like it and sorry it's been taking so long for me to update. I should have the next chapter up before Sunday.)