Ch. 5-

Ron ran up to the Gryffindor common room with Daphne Brown on his arm, a huge smile across his face.

The door swung open just as they reached it and slipped in before the portrait asked them for the password.

Ron walked over to everyone sitting together and grinned madly.

"I know when Quidditch tryouts are mates." He nodded toward Draco and Harry.

"Quidditch? I completely forgot about that! When are they?" Draco was somewhat in a lighter mood now that he knew this wouldn't be terrible.

James spoke.

"Oh, yes, we have tryouts for Gryffindor up already, they are tonight after dinner on the pitch, what positions do you both play?"

James smiled at their enthusiasm considering he was next in line for Captainship and he needed new recruits.

"Seeker…"

"Seeker…"

"Wow, two seekers? So, I'm guessing you were in different houses."

"Yes, but Ginny also plays, she's a damned good chaser, mind you."

Harry loved to brag about Ginny who then turned a deep crimson and looked down, but secretly smiling at her boyfriend's compliment.

"You play Ginny? Well that's great we have a few positions open, there is one for Chaser open, as well as Seeker, a Beater and Keeper."

"A few?"

Hermione laughed the question at the amount of people already on the team.

James ignored her and asked them which they would try for.

Draco pondered and then thoughtfully spoke.

"Well, I know Harry will beat me in Seeker, he was always faster at catching the snitch, so ill try for Beater, but you know," he got an evil smile on his face and turned to his girlfriend, sitting on his lap.

She immediately turned red and shot up away from him.

"Oh no, no, no, no, NO!"

Hermione was by now very red and everyone was curious.

"Yes, Mione, you should tell them."

Everyone had to know by now and was trying to egg her on.

"Common Mione, what's going on?"

Ron was deeply interested considering Hermione was brought up in a Quidditch conversation; she hated Quidditch, not to mention she was bloody awful.

"Well," Draco drawled, he was still smirking and nodding at Hermione with pride, "Our Mione here has been keeping a secret from all of us this whole time, and she is actually very VERY good at Quidditch."

Draco smiled at everyone's doubtful eyes.

"Not only that, but she is a damned good keeper."

"NO way!" Ron laughed at the thought, and Hermione scowled at him.

"Well thanks a lot Ronald, but I'm not BLOODY AWFUL!"

Hermione didn't seemed to like how Ron was so unconvinced.

"Well then, you should try for beater, and then you can show Ronald here that you are good, and he is a pig faced git."

Everyone laughed except Ron, who glared at James, but had amusement dancing all over his face.

"This will be good, alright Mione, if you're so good, try out for Keeper, and just try to beat me."

Ron was trying to upset her, to make her so angry that she would try out, and he knew she wasn't good, so it would be funny to watch her try.

"Actually mate, we've never seen Hermione play keeper, only chaser and beater, and no offense Mione, but you are rather bad at those," Harry got a nervous laugh into his voice and continued, " But you Ron, have always played Keeper, and I have always been Seeker. So who knows, she could be all right. Draco seems to think so."

Harry earned a smile of gratitude from Hermione.

Draco was nodding and looked at his girlfriend with love.

"She's brilliant."

"So its settled, Hermione, Draco, Harry and Ginny will be at tryouts tonight after dinner?"

James was almost jumping up and down in his seat with excitement.

"I guess I will, I do like to play Keeper, Draco let me practice one day with him, and he said I was good, and when someone told me I was alright, I liked it more."

Ron and Harry immediately felt guilty for telling Hermione she was so bad, she might have actually enjoyed playing with them over the years if it wasn't for that.

"Wicked, lets go to Dinner then, I'm starved."

Lilly guffawed and rolled her eyes, "James love, you are always hungry."

Everyone headed own to dinner together in the Great Hall and Ron and Daphne went off to sit with their fellow Ravenclaws.

"Good evening, I am happy to see that everyone is comfortably acquainted and everyone has been so welcoming to our new students."

His eyes twinkled madly and he grinned from underneath his shorter, brown beard.

Ginny leaned over to Harry and whispered into his ear, causing his back to get showered with tingles and pleasurable feeling shooting up and down.

"Its so weird, seeing Professor Dumbledore so young isn't it Harry?"

Harry had barely registered what she said and was still in a little daze.

He bent his head to her cheek and kissed it, not answering.

Ginny forgot her question as well and shut her eyes and smiled as he did the gesture.

Now others were whispering, and it was Molly to Hermione.

"Are they always like that?" She nodded to Harry and Ginny in the moment of each other and laughed as Hermione's eyes got big and she sighed a big, 'always'.

"Tuck in" Dumbledore smiled at his pupils and sat down to eat his marvelous dinner.

"I don't like how we eat this wonderful food made by the house elves and we do nothing for them in return."

Surprised and excited about Lily's statement, she and Hermione got into a heated conversation about how house elves should have rights.

"I completely agree, I mean, they cook for us every night here at Hogwarts, and no one pays them any attention, they are wonderful cooks, and cleaners, and they keep us able to do what we need."

"Yes, definitely, they should at least get paid, for all their hard work, not even a house elf can say they don't want anything in return, it's only fair."

Cissa must have eaten fast or something because she now scooted next to Hermione and joined into the conversation.

Cissa and Lily had always been on about them, so when Hermione brought it up, they were both pleasantly surprised at the common ground the three shared.

"So mate, how do you expect you'll do tonight?"

It was the first one on one conversation Harry had with his younger teenage godfather, Sirius, since he had been back in time.

"I'm not sure, you don't play, do you Sirius?"

"No, I'm more of a hook-up-with-the-fine-ladies-under-the-stands-during-matches kind of guy."

Harry wasn't at all surprised considering he had seen many girls with Sirius already that day, and he was a very attractive young person. The girls seemed to bow at his feet.

But it was like that with all the Marauders. They were all very attractive, except for Peter, who was mousy haired and chubby, but they didn't hang out with him a lot.

"Oh I see, well then I guess I will do fine, I'm trying for Seeker, so it'll be a challenge, James said at least seven or eight people try for seeker every try-out."

"Yes its hard to get that spot, but I bet you'll do great, James is great, and you look just like him, and talk like him, and think like him, so I guess you'll be as good as him in Quidditch too."

"I don't see how that could all link together, but I hope your right."

Harry laughed at his Godfather, and them smiled as Sirius turned his back to him, to greet an attractive little brunette.

Harry chuckled softly again and got a good look at his father, sitting across from him, as he was in a deep, quite conversation with his mother, Lily. There faces were awfully close, and he could tell they were talking about something sexual, because Lily would blush and James would smirk and kiss her.

His father had raven hair like Harry's, but it was shorter cut, and not in his eyes, like his sons was.

But it was messed and stuck up somewhat in the back.

His eyes were a soft blue, contrasting well to Harry's piercing green ones. James was very toned, a lot like Harry too, nicely built. His lips were like Harry's too, manly, but soft.

He didn't think about his mother's appearance as much growing up, rather than her love for him. He always thought of his father being the cool kid in school that looked just like him and his mother was noble, and set him straight.

So he looked at her too.

Lily had deep red hair and the exact same piercing green eyes of Harry. Her hair was tied up neatly into a high ponytail and she was wearing pearl earrings. Her skin was very pale, but it looked good.

She had small, straight white teeth and full red lips. Her nose was almost model-perfect. It fit her face well and was straight.

He knew why his father must have been enthralled with her; she was wonderful to look at.

Then he looked at the girl next to him, and smiled goofily.

Ginny was more beautiful than Lily and her hair was a less dark shade of red. It was fiery and dominant, contrasting well to her slightly tanned skin.

Her nose was dusted over with cute, brown freckles and her deep chocolate eyes made him want to melt.

She had a look of innocence, but her body shouted sex.

She had the tiniest waist and nice boobs for her size. She had shapely legs and tiny feet.

She was perfect to Harry and he was only snapped out of his daze when Ginny turned to look at him staring.

"Harry."

He kept his gaze.

"Harry? What are you staring for?"

She smiled and Harry loved her smile. She had the whitest teeth that were average sized and perfectly straight.

He smiled back.

"Your so beautiful Gin."

She laughed heartily, and her eyes were dancing with contentment.

"Thanks Harry, your not so bad yourself."

Truthfully he wasn't, Harry was damned sexy, and everyone knew it.

A while later, after dinner, everyone who was going to try out ran up to their dormitories to grab clothes and their brooms.

Everyone else headed out for the pitch to watch try-outs, they were just as gruesome, if not more than the games, it was inner-house competition, who didn't love to watch that?