Hiya peepers! Newest chapter, and it's actually gonna get serious. Well, after the Quidditch match of course. Mwahahahaha read on and find out.

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Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match vs. Slytherin

The day of the Quidditch match was sunny and warm. The kind of weather that can put people to sleep in an instant. Hermione strode to the pitch with Harry on her left and Ron on the right. The crowd began to file up into the stands as Hermione waved goodbye to the boys. Following Neville up the stairs, she took her place in the front row. For this match, the bleachers had been raised higher on account of the complaints of not being able to see very well.

" Harry's never lost a match, except the match in or third year when dementors came and made him fall over a hundred feet." Neville informed her. Hermione gasped.

" Really?" she shuddered " I hate dementors. They're among the foulest things on the planet." Neville nodded fiercely with her statement. She saw Madam Hooch step out on the field, and blew her whistle. The Gryffindor team came flying out with Harry in the lead. Doing a lap, the stadium erupted with cheers.

About three-fourths of the arena was an almost solid block of gold and scarlet. The one-fourth behind the Slytherin goalposts was, however, silver and green. When the opposing team shot out of the wings, the area went silent except for the Slytherin cheers. Hermione spotted that cow Pansy, egging on her so-called boyfriend Malfoy. Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that Draco didn't even like her much less go out with her.

That fact actually made Hermione feel sorry for the Slytherin boy.

The commentary started, shouted by Aaron Jordan, little brother to the infamous Lee who graduated last year. " And welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year! Gryffindor vs. Slytherin." More cheers erupted from the pitch. " For Gryffindor we have Captain Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Finnigan, Thomas, Sarai, and Derrickson! For Slytherin we've got a bunch of bad players." Boos exploded from the Slytherin end of the field.

The players lined up at the center of the field. Madam Hooch raised the whistle to her lips…

A shrill screech sounded and the players flew off. Ron went directly to the goalposts as Hermione watched Harry dart about the field looking for the Snitch. Malfoy was on his tail, observing where he went.

" Three new Chasers on the Gryffindor team, and a wonderful trio they are. Ginny throws to Dove, Dove flies and passes to Riley. He shoots, HE SCORES! 10 to zip, Gryffindor!" Aaron cried gleefully. Harry cheered along with the crowd, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a golden streak going to the Slytherin goalposts. Shooting to the giant hoops, he noticed Malfoy flying to the opposite side.

Looking up, Harry saw Seamus flashing his wristwatch as he swung the bat. The resulting reflection is what Draco was stupidly chasing. " What's this, both Seekers are on the move, but totally different ways!" Aaron shouted. " That little punk--."

" AARON!" McGonagall's voice came over the system.

" Yes professor. As the Gryffindor captain flies to the posts…" Harry didn't hear the rest of the sentence. Pulling out of his path, he grabbed the Snitch and flew to the center. The cheers deafened the black-haired boy as his team came flying down to hug him. " GRYFFINDOR WINS! 160 to NOTHING!" Aaron screamed. " A MATCH CLOCKED AT TWO MINUTES AND TWENTY SIX SECONDS!"

The audience poured onto the field, their yelling filling both team's ears. Hermione cheered as hard as the rest, and when she got to Harry she jumped onto his back. Both fell with a resounding oomph. The rest of the Gryffindors followed suit, and soon the team was crushed under the body weight of their happy House.

Soon after McGonagall came and forced the group to get off the players, the school trekked up to the castle for an afternoon of replays and pats on the back. Neville had had to see Madam Pomfrey for a minute on the account of the pile. He'd been jumped on and that broke his arm.

The Slytherin party was downcast and you see who were their supporters just by their facial expressions. Hermione, even new to the school, couldn't help but feel glee at their defeat. She positioned herself between Harry and Ron and their sweaty clothing. " You stink." Hermione informed the two as they went to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry lifted his arms to give off more of the shocking scent. Hermione coughed and preformed a Bubble Charm around her head. Ron laughed as because her head looked like it was confined in a fish bowl. When the trio arrived into the tower, they were swamped in cheers and pats on the back.

Hermione forced herself out of the crowd, and ran to her room to drop off her cloak. Returning, she saw Harry and Ron taking swigs of butterbeer that had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.

The party lasted until late into the night, and only stopped when the Head Boy came and complained. Saying goodnight to her best friends, Hermione walked up to the dormitories and fell down to the comfy bed, too tired to even get underneath the covers.

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The next morning, a huge rainstorm greeted the Gryffindors, howling and it almost felt that it was moving the tower in all its hell-bent fury. Not a single one of them tarried more than necessary in there, afraid of the tower collapsing. Most of the Divination kids were insulted because they were going to have to climb up into the uppermost place there was, the North Tower.

The daily rain of owls flocking into the warm Hall opened breakfast. Athena swooped in, a soggy letter attached to her leg. Holding it wearily out, the bird took a swig of Hermione's pumpkin juice and bleated tiredly. Once the parchment was removed, the bird flew up to the Owlery were a good nights sleep awaited her.

Harry's Hedwig had appeared a moment after Athena. It too, carried a parcel, labeled from a man named Lupin. Remembering Ron's tale of their third year, he was their old DADA teacher.

Ripping open the envelope, Hermione quickly scanned the letter.

Mione!

OMG! Those guys are HOT! I like the black-haired one. Is he Harry? The redhead's pretty cute too.

Hermione giggled, couldn't Melia think of anything else?

School's going okay, you know that really bitchy girl Jennie? Well, she was expelled for improper use of magic. Her parents are really embarrassed. A new girl is here; she's nice and can crack a joke without even meaning to. It's pretty funny.

The people at your school sound nice, but don't forget about me! Hit on Harry for me, and the redhead. It's so unfair that I'm stuck at an all girl school. Lucky Duck!

Mel

Hermione sighed at the last paragraph, as if she'd ever do that. Harry noticed her look and tried to snatch the letter from her. " Who's this?" he asked. Hermione held the parchment out of his reach.

" An old friend." She said, holding the paper above her head. " Her name's Melia."

Harry settled back into his seat, resigned to the fact that he couldn't read it. Ron continued to eat, unaware of their mini battle. Hermione took a look at the package, and saw a new picture of Melia, floating in front of her Keeper nets, waving at her friend and occasionally whacking a Quaffle away.

Looking on the back was another message. This is my newest shot. Like it? Hermione chuckled and placed the picture into the envelope. Finishing up her cooling plate of food, she hurried off to DADA with Harry and Ron. Larson was waiting for them with his feet atop his desk.

" Morning ladies and gentlemen." He announced in a chipper voice. They murmured their reply. " It's a wonderful day to be alive. First things first, had up your homework and take out your books." A general rustling greeted his words as his instructions were carried out.

Walking to the first desks, Larson gathered them up and practically threw them onto his small table. " It's way too nice out to be stuck in here. Follow me for a little field exercise. Ha! Field exercise! Get it?" silence enveloped the room. His face fell slightly. " Obviously not. Well, come on." He strode out of the room with the students following him, kind of scared as to what they were actually doing.

Soon they would find out, and none of them would be happy either…

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Mwahahahaha. Cliff-hanger. I must be killing you guys by doing this. But…my muse ran out on me while I was typing the last line so I need to find him to properly write the next chapter. Ja Ne!

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