Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews for last chapter. Jmac and I are so thrilled that you guys like this story. I could ramble on and on about how great y'all are, but I know you're desperate for the next chapter. So, without further ado, I give you chapter twelve.

Chapter Twelve- Sara: Asking Harry

"Oh my god, did you guys hear what happened?" Nikki's face was flush with excitement as she plopped herself down onto the bench beside me. It was lunch time and I was sitting in the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. Harry had left us only a few minutes before, saying something about having to see McGonagall about some homework he didn't finish.

"What happened?" Ron leaned forward. I swear, the boy is worse than a girl when it comes to gossip.

"Malfoy is in the infirmary. Someone jinxed him yesterday and made his head shrink down to the size of a pea!"

I choked on the bread that I had just bitten into. Nikki hit my back, hard, in an attempt to help me breath again.

"You okay, Sara?" She asked once I was able to swallow and could catch my breath again.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I forced a smile. So that's what the curse had been. I shrunk Malfoy's head. The image that suddenly popped into my head 'caused me to burst out laughing. Several pairs of eyes turned to stare at me as if I'd gone mad. I couldn't help it though, the image was just too hilarious to ignore.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Nikki, who was used to my odd behavior, only glanced at me briefly as she started dishing food onto her plate.

I nodded my head.

"I'm sure."

"Wait a second," Hermione's head snapped up from the book that sat open in front of her, "if Malfoy's in the infirmary, does that mean he won't be playing tomorrow?"

The next day was the first Quidditch match of the season. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and Malfoy played seeker for the Slytherin team.

"I don't know." Nikki shook her head and shrugged. "I guess it depends on how soon his head goes back to full size." At her words, not only I, but the other three as well, lost complete control and burst into a fit of laughter.

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I sat out in the stands with Hermione, watching the Gryffindor team go through their final practice. It was thrilling to see Nikki sweep (no pun intended) across the field, her red robe flying out behind her like a flame. I cheered as she threw the quaffle through one of the three rings. Sure it wasn't a real game, but that didn't make the goal any less spectacular.

The mood was light and cheery as Hermione and I called out encouragement to our friends. But that mood faded quickly when a group- clad in the green robes of the Slytherin team- emerged onto the field.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on a VCR remote. The Gryffindor team all seemed to stop at the same time- they stopped so suddenly, in fact, that Katie Bell almost got hit in the head with a bludger- and their eyes all fell upon the intruders.

"What are they doing here?" Hermione seethed. I glanced down onto the field, searching. And, sure enough, there was the ridiculously blond head that belonged to Draco Malfoy.

"Guess his head grew back." I said to Hermione, pointing down towards Malfoy. A wicked grin split her face as she tried to hold back a laugh.

"C'mon," I stood up and grabbed my bag off the bench beside me, "let's go see what they want."

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September 23, 2004

Well Diary, things are heating up here at Hogwarts. The Slytherin team crashed Gryffindor's practice today, and tempers flared. I swear I thought someone was gonna get hexed or something. Harry especially looked ready to grind Malfoy's re-grown head into the dirt. But, thankfully or unthankfully depending on how you want to look at it, Madam Hooch arrived just in time to stop any sort of scuffle that could have happened.

It seems as if the Slytherin's had booked the field for practice as well. And they wanted the Gryffindor team off the field.

I swear, things are never dull around this place.

Malfoy didn't see me when Hermione and I got down to the field. Which I am quite thankful for, 'cause who knows what the bastard would have done. I think that he would very much like to see me eat slugs, or something worse.

After this afternoon's little confrontation between teams, Nikki's a whole lot more nervous about the game tomorrow. I keep telling her that she'll do great, but I don't think she believes me. Maybe she needs to hear it from someone else.

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I met up with Harry after dinner. Nikki was serving a detention with McGonagall, so I knew that that was a safe time to talk to him.

"Hey, Sara." He greeted me as I joined him in the hallway.

"Hey." I replied.

We walked towards the Gryffindor tower in silence. It wasn't until we were halfway up the staircase that would lead to the corridor that took us to the Fat Lady's portrait, that Harry spoke.

"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" He asked.

All during our walking I had been thinking of the best way to ask him to help me. But I hadn't come up with the right words yet. So I figured to just ask him out right.

"I need your help." I said. "With Nik."

Don't think I didn't notice the little spark that lit in his eyes when I mentioned Nikki's name.

"She doesn't think she'll do well tomorrow. I keep telling her she's gonna do great, but she doesn't believe me." I continued. "So, I was thinking, it might help if she hears it from someone else. Namely you."

"Okay," he said slowly. "I can do that."

"Really? Oh that would be so great." I swear I could have hugged him right then. "Potter, you are the greatest."

He blushed slightly and it was so adorable. God, if Nik hadn't already laid claim on him, I would be all over him in a minute.

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Alright, so it was really short, I apologize. The next chapter from Sara's POV will be longer, I promise.

Anyways, please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter. And be sure to stay alert for the next chapter by Jmac.