Harry Potter sat in the Quidditch pitch, watching a Gryffindor versus Slytherin game. He sighed, wishing he hadn't talked back to Professor Snape the day before.

Well, one good thing came out of this, he thought to himself. I get to watch Suzie play Seeker.

Susan Parker, also called Suzie because she hated Susan, was Harry's replacement Seeker. She had straight auburn hair and her eyes were a dark chocolaty brown. She had slightly overlapping front teeth and a light dusting of freckles. She was cute, but VERY clumsy. At the Back-To-Hogwarts dance (Dumbledore's idea), she had danced with him and stepped on his toes five times - in boots. She wasn't very sensitive, but she hated it when animals were hurt, and she got zits when she got nervous. Harry sighed and scanned the pitch, looking for her. He finally spotted her and he waved. She saw him, grinned, and winked. Harry laughed. He had forgotten she was a complete tomboy.

"Harry!" Ron's voice burst into his thoughts, and Ron sat down.

"Thinking about Suzie again?" Ron teased. Harry laughed and nodded.

"First game you saw her in, what do you remember?"

Harry sighed and thought.

"Well," he said, and started saying what he remembered.

I remember her
Shakin' off the dust
She could walk the walk
She was one of us
When she went away
I went down that day
Tryin' to cheer her up
Said you won't be missin' much
And all that I remember
When I think of her back then
Is a fast-talkin' fun-lovin' girl we called a friend

Hey little Suzie just got back
She's still wearing her baseball hat
Struck out twice and came back to sit with me
The game got called on a count of the weather
The rain came down and we huddled together
Thinkin' that life just couldn't get better
And when she walked away I noticed
She was lookin' back
I hope I'm the cause of all that

"Harry, mate, I think you're a bit obsessed," Ron said warily, grinning all the same. Harry laughed and kept on singing.

The look that she shares
When she's playin' with her hair
Tells me where she's coming from
That it's going somewhere
(somewhere, somewhere)

Well hey little Suzie just got back
She's still wearing her baseball hat
Struck out twice and came back to sit with me
The game got called on a count of the weather
The rain came down and we huddled together
I swear no uniform ever looked better
When she walked away I noticed
She was lookin' back
I hope that I'm the cause of all that
(the cause of all that)

Hey little Suzie just got back

"D'you think any of those looks meant anything?" Harry asked when he finished singing.

"Dunno, you'd have to ask 'Mione," he said, and shrugged. Just then, a loud cheer rose up from the rest of the Gryffindors. Harry looked at the pitch, and his face broke into a wide smile. There, floating high above him, was Suzie, the snitch glinting in her fist. She was cheering loudly too, and she slowly went down to the ground.

"YES!" Ron cheered. "Gryffindor wins the first game of the season!"

Harry grinned, then gasped. All of a sudden, rain came pouring down from the sky. It came down in buckets, and he raced down from the stands holding his cloak over his head, closely followed by Ron. He followed the crowd into the Common Room, where he saw Hermione knitting.

"'Mione, can I ask you something?" he said, sitting down on the couch and shaking his head, water spraying everywhere. Hermione slowly put down her now damp knitting and smiled.

"Of course, Harry," she said.

"Okay, so say there's this girl," he said uncomfortably. "She's cute, and say, hypothetically, I mean, that I kind of, in a funny way, like her, like her, you know?"

Hermione nodded, and Harry continued.

"Okay, so say, whenever I look at her, she looks back and winks at me. And say, figuratively, I sort of just realized last year that she's a girl…"

"Harry, you KNOW, I'm taken," said Hermione jokingly. "But anyways, you can just admit that you want to know if Suzie likes you."

"I hate your brains," muttered Harry just as Suzie walked in, her hair still plastered to her head by the pounding rain and her usual dark blue baseball cap covering up her hair, dripping wet. She plopped down next to Harry and Hermione smiled, picking up her knitting. Suzie sighed and pulled off her cap, plopping it onto Harry's head sideways.

"Yo, wussup, my homey-g?" Harry said, doing his best gangsta impersonation. Suzie laughed.

"Well, that was an awesome win," Harry said, turning the cap backwards.

"I just barely caught it," she said, her voice bubbly and bouncing, as usual.

"Didn't notice, sorry," Harry said, and took off the hat. He put it back onto her head, and Suzie sighed, leaning back into the soft couch.

"I thought I heard you singing," she giggled. She suddenly sat up and grew serious. "You should sing more often."

Harry shrugged.

"Malfoy was pushing me," she said, leaning back onto the couch. She shoved up her sleeve and showed him a huge, dark purple bruise on her forearm.

"Dude, he didn't push me, he PUNCHED me!" she said after an afterthought. Harry looked at the bruise and said, nonchalantly, "'Mione can get George and Fred to get 'em for you. Can't you, Hermione?"

Hermione grinned evilly and nodded. She had started dating George at the beginning of this year, fifth year. It had shocked everyone, but they soon got over it. But, as Harry sat talking and laughing with Suzie, he didn't know that Hermione would shock him again. He didn't know that she was formulating a plan to get Suzie and Harry together.

A/N: Okay, I LOVE the song, "Hey Little Suzie" by Billy Gilman, and I had to use it in this fic. I don't own the song, though, which really sucks. READ AND REVIEW!