"You guys, we got this. I'm mean look at them", Harry instructed Ginny, Ron, Fred and George Weasley to look at Draco Malfoy, Fleur Delacour, Crabbe N' Goyle, Cedric Diggory, and Viktor Krum, huddled together to discuss a team strategy for the Quidditch game they were about to play. Harry's team were all wearing scarlet robes, brooms in hand, Draco's team, emerald robes, brooms also in hand. "They're not even in the same house, because nobody wanted to be on Draco's team. We got this! There's no way we can't win!"

Just then, Colin Creevey pushed his way to be next to Harry. "You look like your father, but you have your mother's eyes. Hi Harry, I'm Colin Creevey. Head of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry Harry Potter Fan Club, or H.O.H.W.A.W.H.P.F.C", finished Colin.

Ron clapped his hands together. "Now that's an acronym!"

"Here!", said Colin, handing his camera to Fred, and posed with Harry. Fred snapped a picture, tossed Colin back his camera, then shoved him out of the way. "Well, good luck, Harry", said Colin, heading towards the stands.

Harry stared at him as he left. "Did he even know my parents?". Turning back to his team, they huddled together once more. "Now, I think it's a good time to introduce my idea. Now, I know as wizards, we tend to think muggles are just silly people who have no idea what's going on, but, some of their inventions are, brilliant, I mean, take the pencil. It's a little piece of wood with a tiny little pink rubbery thing on the end, I could go on and on about it-"

"NO!", exclaimed the Weasleys.

"Harry, take your broom, or you can use one of your "amazing" pencils to ride on instead", said George, shoving Harry's broom back into his hands.

Now that both teams were ready to play, each wizard and witch mounted their broom, and waited for the quaffle to be released. Hermione and Neville were in charge of commentating, while Luna volunteered to release the Quaffles, the Bludger, and the Golden Snitch. Taking her place in the middle of the field, Luna released the Quaffle, then stood beside Hermione while she commentated.

Up in the air, the flyers flew every which way, keeping the game going for as long as they could, trying to get more points than the other before the Snitch could enter the fray. Fred and Ron did they're best to score but kept getting their chances stolen by Viktor, who constantly stole the Quaffle from them, scoring like this game was nothing. Crabbe N' Goyle, along with Draco tailed Harry, going wherever he went, making sure he couldn't catch the snitch. Getting a fair few points to tie with Draco's team, Ginny was determined to impress Harry; she knew she impressed him already by being the only girl from tryouts who didn't suck.

Cedric wasn't even trying to play the game, but simply sat on his broom, watching Fleur, who was also not bothering to play. After a few more minutes of scoring, Luna let the Snitch go, which Harry seemed to notice. Draco noticed as well, crashing into Harry until he lost sight of the golden ball.

"Stop harassing me, Malfoy. I'm trying to find the Snitch", shouted Harry. Draco sat still in the air for a minute, taking in what was said.

"Why is that bloody Gryffindor so, charismatic?", asked Draco, then continued to follow Harry, merely missing the Bludger by a hair.

Harry had the same problem, dodging Crabbe N' Goyle as she nearly knocked him over, when he heard Luna shout about the Snitch being near the goal post. Harry did indeed spot the Snitch, and seeing Draco at the other end of the field, made catching the Snitch no problem. With one dive, the minute he caught the tiny ball in his hand, Neville blew the whistle, meaning the game was over, and Gryffindor had won the game. The crowd cheered as every player landed on the ground and dismounted their brooms. While some looked sweaty and exhausted, others looked delighted the game was finally over. The Weasleys were celebrating, being greeted by Hermione, Neville, and Luna.

Ginny made her way over to Harry, trying to be confident in herself this time. "You won! I am sorry about earlier. But, rest assured, I got massive amounts of therapy", she said, beaming. "I also talked to Hermione, and uh, I think I'm ready to talk to you. I'm so happy for you", she said, gazing at Harry.

Harry, certainly impressed, gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Ginny, you've been quite the woman these past ten minutes, perhaps even days, months." In the heat of the moment, they kissed. But the kiss didn't last long, for Ron noticed, ran over to them, pulled them apart, and looked appalled.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", he yelled, looking back and forth at his best friend and sister. Coming to terms with it, he waved his hand. "Oh, go on." Taking that as a good sign, Harry and Ginny ran off the field and headed up to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione came up beside Ron, smiling at him.

"You were brilliant, Ron!", she said. Ron didn't know what made him nervous all of a sudden, but the minute she grabbed his hand, freaked him out.

"Thanks, Hermione. Um. PARTY IN GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM!", he shouted, leading the way, his brothers joking with Neville and Hermione about their commentating and how Lee was so much better at it then them, as Luna skipped behind them.

Ron noticed, and turned to face her. "You're not coming, Loony. You're not in our House", he said, without saying anything else, he led the Gryffindors up to the castle. Luna didn't seemed bothered by this, as she continued smiling, twirled on the spot, and made her way through the crowd to who knows where.

After a fair amount of people left the stadium, Draco figured he was alone, and began to think out loud. "What is this? Snap out of it Draco! Why can't I stop thinking about Potter? He looked so firm during that Quidditch match. What are these feelings? Evil people like me shouldn't have these feelings. If only he was my friend, if only he was a Slytherin, then I wouldn't have to worry about all these, complications", he said, thinking for a moment. "That's it! I'll build him something. Give him a gift, and then we could be friends! Glad I thought of it. But what to give him?" As he turned around, a wooden carved cabinet came out of nowhere, right behind Draco. As he stared at the object, he gave it a weird look. "What the heck?", he said, looking around, but there was nobody near him. "I suppose this will do. This will be a perfect token of my affection. I shall call it, The Love Cabinet. Now to get this to my dorm."

After the Gryffindors celebrated in their common room, they moved it to the Great Hall where everyone else was celebrating. Fred and George were comically whispering to each other, then sat down next to Ron.

"So, Ron, I heard Fleur Delacour is going to ask you to the Yule Ball", said Fred.

"Really?!", asked Ron.

"Nope", said George, high fiving his twin. Harry sat with Ginny and Hermione, as he was retelling his victory to Dobby, Colin, Neville, and Luna, while Draco and Crabbe N' Goyle sulked nearby. "Big deal, Potter. Do you all see this beautiful snake, woman statue my father donated to the school? He spent half of his galleons on it", Draco bragged, pointing to a hideous statue of a woman covered in snakes.

"Huh, sorry, Malfoy. This whole time I thought it was your mum", joked George. Everyone laughed, leaving Draco to sulk even more.

Harry scoffed. "Anyway, Ginny, want to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

"Of course", she answered, as he took her by the hand and led her out of the Hall, being closely followed by Dobby and Colin.

Draco seemed more annoyed at this, turned to Crabbe N' Goyle. "You. Go to the ball with me", he ordered. Crabbe N' Goyle rolled her eyes. "How romantic", she muttered, as the two also left the Hall. Fred and George left, mentioning something about pulling a prank on Filch. Ron looked disappointed as Cedric asked Fleur to the ball. Everyone was pairing up, he figured he had to find a date, or go alone.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"Would you, could you...", he chickened out. "Recheck my homework for me? I can't afford to fail Potions."

Hermione looked annoyed. "Sure", she said, then went back to reading. "Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"Uh, actually, yes. Hermione, would you please, could you please... feed my Flobberworm for me?", he asked.

"Of course", said Hermione, prepared to read again, until she noticed Viktor coming towards her. He strode in, shoved Ron off the bench and sat beside Hermione.

"Hermoninny? Are you reading Hogwarts: A History?", asked Viktor, putting on the charm.

"Yes, yes I am, have you read it?", asked Hermione, excitedly.

"Oh, of course I have. I have also heard about S.P.E.W. I am very interested in joining", he said. That seemed to leave Hermione speechless. "Also, I will be needing a date for the ball. Care to join me?"

"Yes! Of course, but you're Viktor Krum!", said Hermione.

"Indeed", said Viktor, smirking at an agitated Ron.

"My name is Viktor Krum,
I know I'm very handsome,
All the ladies love me,
Here at Hogwarts,

I like Hermoneenee,

Hogwarts a History,
Is my favorite textbook,
Do not mock me,
When I'm flying around the Quidditch pitch,
S.P.E.W. is my favorite subject,

My name is Viktor Krum"

Hermione and Viktor started to sing together.

"Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum"

Viktor continually shoved Ron away, still making Hermione swoon.

"Don't you love me,
Better than Ron Weasley,
You know you want to kiss me,

My name is Viktor Krum,

Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum,
Viktor Krum"

"His name is Viktor Krum", finished Hermione, clapping at the man in front of her. Viktor offered her his hand. Giving Ron one last glare, Hermione gladly took his hand, as he led her out of the Hall, leaving Ron depressed.

Neville and Luna were the only two left besides Ron in the Hall, sitting by each other, exchanging looks as they just watched what happened. "That reminds me", said Neville. "The ball is coming up."

Luna swung her legs back and forth, as she looked at Neville through her Spectrespecs. "Oh, yes. It should be fun."

"Yeah, so uh, Luna, would you like to go with m-", Neville was interrupted by Ron, who sat in between them.

"I don't get it", complained Ron. "What does he have that I don't have?"

Trying to forgive Ron, Neville tried to help him out, well, not really. "Well, he's a lot more handsome than you are."

"Yes, Neville", murmured Ron.

"And he's more successful."

"Yes, Neville", said Ron, getting angrier.

"And he's richer than you are."

"YES, NEVILLE!", yelled Ron, at the top of his lungs. Neville was so startled by this, he burst into tears and ran from the Hall. Ron turned to see Luna smiling at him, still swinging her legs. He didn't want to do this, but he guessed he had no other choice.

He reluctantly faced the dreamy girl. "You, with the face", he said. "Will you go to the ball with me?"

This got her excited. "You're asking me?"

"I guess I am", murmured Ron,

"Of course I'll go to the ball with you, Ronald Weasley", said Luna, getting up and twirling away from him. He quickly remembered something, and jumped up before she could leave.

"Wait! Don't wear anything embarrassing. I have a reputation to maintain."