A/N: I think this is the finale of the ball. Maybe? Anyways, I still don't own the Potterverse as nifty as it'd be. Read and enjoy:)

**Hermione's POV**

I quirked up an eyebrow when Harry walks up to me with a small embarrassed face.

"Erm, Mione, could you transfigure the pants shorter and tighter? Malfoy seems to be taller than me by more than I realized and I always bunker up the hemming spell."

I wave my wand and make his pants fit before he goes back to his team of Kitty, Blaise, and Ron.

"Granger! The Puff and I were going to keep score, you want to do commentary so your Muggle can understand what's going on?"

"She's not a big fan of Quidditch, Daphne, I'll do it though." Susan laughed out. I stuck out my tongue at her and she winked. Padma and Luna came and sat by us with Neville in tow.

"Whatever works. Anyone else want their dress transfigured to something else? I'm about to change mine to pink sweats and trainers." I offered to everyone.

"Jeans if you would and trainers as well. Do you know where Mum is?"

"Oh, I believe she's talking to McGonagall about teaching at Hogwarts." Luna said serenely. Her statement made us all quiet. "I'll take a large fluffy blanket though Mione."

A few decades later, it seemed that the teams finally decided on rules. I saw Gin's grin and I instantly cast a shielded bubble over our group.

"They're playing Weasley style. Anything goes, so long as no one is seriously maimed or injured. And expecting little points for fancy tricks if the one keeping score wishes..."

Daphne gave me a funny look as her sister approached us.

"Daph, we're playing something called Weasley style. Any tricks you or Suzie here deem worthy get a bonus poinot if you want. If I'm too terribly wounded, avenge me. Got the snitch?"

**Dudley's POV**

As I'm watching, Hermione gave me some quick notes.

"Normally there's seven on each team, not four as they have. There's the keeper, who is exactly like a football goalie, three chasers who are trying to get the quaffle, that big brown ball, into the hoops. Ten points for each time it makes it in. Seeker, which Harry is playing, looks around for the golden snitch, worth 150 points to whichever team's seeker gets it. Catching the snitch ends the game. Normally there's also two beaters, they literally fly around hitting bludgers, tiny little cannonballs, at the members of the other team. We have no beaters or bludgers tonight because Narcissa Malfoy requested us not to."

"Careful Mione, if anyone else heard you, they might think that you've been paying attention to the game all these years instead of just blindly cheering for Gryffindor," the one named Neville said with a grin. "In fact, I think I'll let your boys know you understand."

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

"Nev, you wouldn't! Then I'd be subjected to more discussions on it and I just couldn't handle that one bit. Don't you dare."

"Hey, Gryffindorks and associates, want anything from the kitchen while I have Mixxie here? She's already fetching us all hot chocolate and some small snacks."

I looked to see a wrinkly little creature with floppy ears and large eyes smiling at the girl and all of us lovingly.

"I'll take some red grapes if you have them. Erm, what's the score... I'm sorry but I don't know your name...?"

"Daphne Greengrass. Pleasure. And you are?"

"I'm Dudley Dursley. Harry's my cousin, his mum was my mum's sister. The score?"

"Right, so Potter's team is at 110, Drake's is at 110 as well. Weaselbee and Theo seem to be equal keepers, and Kitty seems to be loving Weasley style. Granger, do you by chance know if Weaselette would want to skip out on Potter and go with me and Susan here instead?"

Susan quirked up an eyebrow and I could tell she was definitely thinking about it.

"Gin loves Harry and probably wouldn't agree to that. Should I be mildly offended that you didn't ask about me?"

"Possibly but I've seen you staring at Drake's arse all night. You're cute and all, gorgeous even, but if you're thinking about a blonde with a nice arse it needs to be me. Tori also thinks Drake would fight me for that." She shrugs.

"The snitch is caught! It's caught by... Both? Uh oh. Both seekers are flying to the refs to make a judgement call. Hermione, here's to you."

"Potter, let go, I caught it first. At least lose graciously!"

"I would except that I actually caught it first so you need to let go!"

**Draco's POV**

Mione came up to us and waved her wand a little saying a spell I didn't recognize. Suddenly, right above the snitch a smoky scene of both Potter and my hands both centimeters away from the snitch. And both he and I also grabbed it at the exact same moment.

"It's a draw!" Susan called out cheerily to our teams who had come down as well.

"TIEBREAKER!" Both of the Weasleys cheered out loud.

"Since we are playing Weasley style, we actually have a set tiebreaker available. One Chaser from each team and no Keepers, one minute on the clock and whoever scores first in that minute are declared the winner. Fair enough?" Weaselette explained to everyone, who nodded. "Captains pick which chaser plays."

"Stipulation on that though Gin is that the other teams captain picks. Like Harry chooses between you and Greengrass. Malfoy chooses between Blaise and erm, Kitty.." Weaselbee said.

Potter looked put out.

"So, my options are Gin or Astoria for a Quidditch thing?" Ginny quirked up an eyebrow at him while waiting for the answer. "Erm, Astoria."

"Coward," Ginny pouts out before grinning a little.

"I'm Dray's pick." Kitty smiled. "Simply cuz he can't say no to me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Blaise."

"Traitor!"

Blaise and Tori got on their brooms and flew up with Weaselette, who was holding the quaffle.

"I've got the time. Three. Two. One. Go!" She threw the quaffle and ducked down almost to the ground.

**Ginny's POV**

Everyone, myself included, watched Blaise and Astoria fight over the quaffle. Soon I saw Greengrass feint away with the quaffle and use lots of fancy flying to keep just out of Blaise's reach. She scored and I found myself squealing in utter delight.

"In your face! We won!" I blew a kiss at my boyfriend and he flushed some. "Aren't you used that by now love?"

He shocked me by smiling and getting something from Mione really quickly. He stepped in front of me, pulled me down from hovering to the ground, and dropped to one knee. He pulled out a beautiful and sparkling ring. It was a snitch in design, the wings being diamond that turned into white gold with a delicate yellow diamond in the center.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley."

"Are you really proposing to me when I'm all sweaty and gross from quidditch?"

"Sweaty, yes. Gross, never. I'm proposing to you in your most natural state. Bragging about your quidditch skills while taking my breath away. If I made you wait for some romantic dinner you'd hex me for not having any originality. Marry me Gin, I'm yours forever anyways. You have my heart, soul, and my entire being at your neck and call."

"Merlin, am I getting a fiancé or a house elf?"

"Oi, Gin, stop being such a brat and give Harry a yes before he faints from nerves!" Ron called out.

"Sod off and stop interrupting my marriage proposal Ronald!" I stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes at him before smiling at Harry. "Yes, you stupid prat, of course I'll marry you!"