Chapter Three: In Which Goals Are Saved
He looked at Ron. "You saved everything because you felt lucky. You did it all yourself."
He pocketed the potion again.
"There really wasn't anything in my pumpkin juice?" Ron said, astounded. "But the weather's good. . . . Vaisey couldn't play. . . . I honestly haven't been given lucky potion?"
Harry shook his head. Ron gaped at him for a moment, rounded on Hermione, imitating her voice. "You added Felix Felicis to Ron's juice this morning, that's why he saved everything! See! I can save goals without help, Hermione!"
"Oh?" said Hermione, raising an eyebrow. "Before the match, Quidditch practices were lousy because of you. Harry complained about your Keeping the whole time, you complained about your own Keeping the whole time! The only way your self-confidence could manage to fill a teaspoon was for Harry to fake giving you luck potion!"
"Yeah — well — that is —"
Hermione stomped off.
Ron looked at Harry for support.
"Don't go off the handle now, Ron, but she is kinda right," said Harry, shrugging.
"You too?" said Ron, feeling betrayed.
"Look at it this way: you wouldn't have saved all those goals if I hadn't done what I had done. Not that I want credit for your Keeping or anything, but it's true. Why are you blaming her anyway? She was just concerned that you were drinking something that was completely illegal. You could have been jailed, or worse, expelled."
AN: Ha ha, very funny Mr Potter.
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