a/n: No Demelza Robins in this story on the Quidditch Team.

"He wouldn't go as far to spike his pumpkin juice, Hermione," Aly said clucking her tongue. "Have some faith in Harry."

"He did it, I know he did," Hermione growled as they walked down to the locker room. "I saw it!"

"Did he show you the bottle?" Aly asked.

"Yes!"

"And was it full, or did it have a bit missing...?"

"It was...full," Hermione sighed, determinedly keeping her eyes ahead. "But he must've used some potion to refill it!"

"Hermione Granger," Aly sighed, "You are the brightest person in our class. What type of spell refills potions?"

"None..." Hermione said absently. Aly turned to the right and headed for the locker room.

"Have some faith, Hermione!" Aly called as she entered the locker room.

"Yeah! Have some faith in me, Hermione!" Harry called after Aly. Hermione growled and Harry and Aly laughed.

"How're things, Harry?" Aly laughed, walking over to her locker.

"Great, great," Harry chuckled.

"You didn't do it, did you?"

"I thought you had faith in me," Harry teased. He lowered his voice. "I faked it."

"Faked it!"

"Yeah. So now Ron thinks he's lucky, which means he'll do ten times better at the match today."

"Oh," Aly shrugged. "Well, I'm going to talk to Ginny."

Aly noticed that Harry flushed slightly at the sound of Ginny's name.

Dean shook his head, grinning.

"Remember, Harry...She is your best friend's sister," Aly winked, taking out her robes. She waved and walked into the girls' locker room.

Ginny Weasley was changing into her uniform and jumped when Aly came in.

"Oh, sorry Aly," she laughed. "I thought it was some idiot boy."

"Why would you think that?" Aly asked as she changed.

"Think. Boys will be boys," Ginny said, shaking her head. Aly nodded her agreement and then sighed at the sight of her broom.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"My broom. My boyfriend wants to get me a new one, but I don't want him to spend so much on me...but a Firebolt really would be nice."

"Really? I wouldn't mind a Nimbus, I hate my Cleansweep."

Aly looked up at Ginny and scrutinized her. "So, you and Dean, huh?"

"Who told you that?" Ginny asked sharply.

"Well, it's sort of going around," Aly smiled.

"Great. I'll just ignore it. Ron's being a pig is all."

Aly heard the familiar roar of the crowd and the others rushed over to the entrance and boarded their brooms.

"Boys will be boys." And they all soared out.