The Easter holidays came and they were far from the fun time off Bella thought they would be.

"I can't do anymore homework." Bella groaned, dropping her quill onto the table and sinking back into the couch. "I'll die of exhaustion."

"You're such a drama queen." Harry chuckled.

"No, Harry, I swear I will." she groaned again. "It's just too much."

Ron tapped Bella's leg and nodded his head towards Hermione who sat in the corner of the common room, hidden behind a pile of books save her extremely frizzy hair that was standing on end.

"You ought to think yourself lucky you don't have her schedule." he remarked.

"I can't imagine how she does it all." Bella replied.

To save Hermione's sanity, Ron had taken over the responsibility for Buckbeak's appeal. When he wasn't doing his homework, he was reading large tomes, thicker than Bella's head. Harry spent every waking moment with Wood and the Quidditch team, training for the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match that would take place on the first Saturday after the holidays. Slytherin were leading the tournament by exactly one hundred points and Wood was determined to knock them off their pedastal, even if the entire team died of exhaustion (as long as it was after they won the match). Bella was extremely excited for the coming match. Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup since her second-eldest brother, Charlie had been at school. Charlie had been a Quidditch legend in his time, playing Seeker for Gryffindor.

In all the years of school rivalries, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin had reached an all-time-high by the end of the holidays. Fights broke out in the corridors, spells flying in classroom, food flying in the Great Hall. Harry felt the brunt of the rivalry very hard; he couldn't walk down the corridors without Slytherins trying to sabotage him, sticking out their legs to try and trip him up. Bella became just a little bit overprotective in those moments, instigating screaming matches with anyone who came close to Harry.

"Don't even think about it." she growled at Draco the day before the big match.

"I wasn't going to do anything to your precious Potter." he replied.

The pair held eyes, walking slowly backwards up the opposite ends of the corridor.

"Come on, Bella, leave the sodding git." Harry said.

Draco chuckled, turning back to the other Slytherins and continuing down the corridor.

In the common room, no one could concentrate enough to get any work done; even Hermione put her textbooks away. Fred and George were trying (and succeeding) in being as loud as they possibly could, cracking jokes and running rings around everyone in the common room. After a while, Oliver stood from the table where his model Quidditch Pitch sat and yelled; "Team! Bed!"


Gryffindor House was buzzing with anticipation the morning of the match. Wood had berated the team to eat something at breakfast that morning while touching nothing himself and the team had received a tidal wave of applause both entering and leaving the Great Hall. Draco looked much paler than usual and if Bella hadn't been so wrapped up in their disastourous defeat, she might even be a little worried about him.

The scene on the Quidditch Pitch was amazing. Three quarters of the stands were decorated in scarlett; scarlett scarves, rosettes and banners were everywhere. The green and silver behind the Slytherin goalpost didn't have the same effect they hoped it would when even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were wearing Gryffindor colours.

"And here are the Gryffindors!" Lee Jordan, Quidditch commentator and Fred and George's best friend, yelled. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley and Wood!" Lee's comments were drowned out by the booing Slytherins who were then drowned out by the roaring from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

"And here come the Slytherins, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes to the line-up and seems to be going for size rather than skill -" Draco looked to be the smallest person on the Slytherin team, all the other boys were enormous.

After the Captain's shook hands, Madam Hooch blew the whistle and Bella and the others cheered as loudly as they could. Bella felt quite light-headed but soldiered on, cheering for her best friend and her brothers. Draco began tailing Harry from the beginning - Harry noticed and flew off in the other direction, leaving Draco to catch up.

The Gryffindor points were climbing steadily - ten, twenty, thirty. Harry didn't look to be having much luck locating the Snitch, neither did Draco as he continued to tail Harry. The match was now turning into one of the dirtiest Bella had ever seen. Slytherin were now resorting to any tactic they could to try and get one up on Gryffindor. Bole, one of the Slytherin Beaters, hit Alicia Spinnet with his club and tried to say he thought she was a Bludger. George elbowed him in the face in retaliation, meaning Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties. Wood saved the penalty, again, leaving the score forty-ten to Gryffindor. The Gryffindor points climbed again - fifty, sixty, seventy. If Harry caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs. Bella and Ron were clinging to each other in their excitement, screaming themselves hoarse.

Harry shot off into the sky, Draco close behind. Harry stretched out his arm and Bella gripped Ron's arm tight enough that he yelped in pain, trying to pry her hands off his arm. Bella gasped audibly when Draco leant forward on his broom, grabbing the tail on Harry's Firebolt and trying to pull him back.

"WHAT IS HE DOING?!" Bella yelled, her face red with fury.

"THAT CHEATING SCUM!" Ron yelled furiously.

"PENALTY!" Freya screamed, jumping up and down on the bench.

Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty but she was shaking with fury and missed the goal by several feet. Slytherin scored another goal bringing the score seventy-twenty to Gryffindor. Harry was flying around the pitch so close to Draco that even from their height, Bella could see them furiously crashing into each other.

"That'll teach him." Emily hissed.

Everyone was focused on Angelina in pursuit of the goal post and Harry nearly coliding with the stands that they failed to notice Draco as he dived. Harry caught sight of him and rushed forward.

"He's just got to get there before Malfoy gets there." Ron cried.

Harry flattened himself to the broom handle, pushing forward at break-neck speed and gaining on Draco. Harry launched himself forward and tumbled from his broom. Draco pulled back up quickly, floating a few feet from the grass, a look of unbridled fury on his face. Harry clambered back to his feet and threw his leg over the Firebolt, soaring around the stadium to the cheers and applause that deafed them all; Harry had caught the Snitch and secured them the Quidditch Cup. Bella and Ron were squeezing each other tightly, jumping up and down.

They rushed down onto the pitch as the Gryffindor team landed in a heap on the grass. Wood was sobbing, Percy was jumping around like a maniac and McGonagall was sobbing harder than Wood. Harry, with a massive smile on his face, came rushing towards them from the crowd.

"I did it!" he yelled.

They all threw their arms around him, all buzzing with excitement and happier than they'd ever been.

"We knew you could do it!" Bella yelled, thumping him on the back.

Dumbledore presented the Gryffindor tema with the enormous Quidditch Cup and Harry was hoisted onto the shoulders of Fred and George and carried all the way to the common room where the party continued well into the early morning.