"Hannah!" someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I said from my bed lazily. The door opened and in walked Neville.

"Professor Snape is downstairs looking for you and he doesn't appear to be too happy," he said.

I got off my bed and walked out. I hadn't even caused any trouble recently.

But I walked out of Gryffindor tower and down a flight of stairs and found Snape.

"Yes?" I asked innocently. He held a bottle up in front of me.

"You know what this is?" he asked.

"That's a vial with a potion in it," I said.

"Five from Gryffindor for being cheeky," he said. "This is Veritaserum. I assume you know what it does."

"It's a colorless, odorless truth serum. Three drops of it and you can't lie." I said. "Hope you don't plan on using it on me because I'm a student and I'll tell."

"Know this Potter, you tell your brother that if he ever steals from my store again my hand may slip-."

"Dude, first and foremost, my brother is not a thief. Yes he has been known to wander the corridors at night. Yes he has been known to break about fifty rules by doing one thing but Harry? Steal? What would he steal?" I asked.

"Gillyweed," Snape answered.

"Why would Harry take gillyweed?" I asked. "That's just stupid."

"His second task that is what he used to pull you from the water. It just so happens that the very same day, I had some gillyweed go missing," he said. "Not to mention that but also boomslang skin? You and your friends are making polyjuicepotion aren't you?"

"Polyjuice potion? What am I going to need polyjuice potion for?" I asked. "Besides, I kicked that habit."

"What was that?" Snape asked.

*Quick! Think of something to make him go away*

"Uh... Don't wanna be like, every other girl in the world like every other one who wants you cause when I, see you something inside me burns and then I realize I wanna come first," I sang. Snape shot me an evil glare and then walked away.

-Awesome! I have Snape repellant!-
*I'd like to thank Lindsay Lohan, oh yeah and Ron for making all of this possible*

"I heard the Hufflepuff Quidditch team sucks," a Durmstrang boy who was passing by said to Viktor.

"I heard overall the school wasn't very good," Viktor replied.

-They just insulted us!-
*I thought Viktor was my friend*

I ran over to Viktor and the boy he was talking to.

"Hey!" I said. They turned and looked at me.

"Hello Hannah," Viktor said.

"Don't you 'hello Hannah' me you anti-Hogwarts, best friend dater," I said. Viktor looked around oddly.

"You've lost me," Viktor said. I glared at him.

"Is there a problem over here?" a voice asked. Oliver Wood walked over.

"He said our Quidditch team sucked," I said. Oliver gasped.

"Listen Krum, it's one thing to come in her and dominate in the tournament, but don't insult our Quidditch team," he said.

"I wouldn't have if it weren't true," Viktor said. I gasped.

"I'm telling Hermione on you," I said.

"In fact I bet that Durmstrang could beat Gryffindor house in Quidditch any day," Viktor said.

*Whoa! I didn't say all that...*

"Well let's make that day tomorrow," Oliver said.

"Whoa! Oliver! What are you getting us into?" I said.

"You're on Wood. Tomorrow, Gryffindor versus Durmstrang and let's invite everyone so they can witness your defeat," Viktor said. Viktor and his friend walked away. I stood there with Oliver.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked. "You do realize that you're putting my brother up against the best Quidditch player in the history of quidditch?"

"Oh yeah. . . I didn't think about that. . . Well you'd better go tell the team and I'll go tell Dumbledore. Thanks Hannah." Oliver bolted off to the 7th floor.

*Would killing him be murder or charity?*
-Murder. He's hot. We need him-
*Fine*

I walked back up to the common room and stood in front of the fire place.

"Excuse me everyone I have a brief announcement to make!" I yelled. Mostly the whole house was in the common room including the whole Quidditch team. "Moments ago Viktor Krum of Durmstrang was talking trash about our Quidditch teams. Then Oliver Wood and his ego showed up and tomorrow Gryffindor will be playing against Durmstrang in a quidditch match." Everyone cheered.

Except Harry.

His face turned pale. He knew what position Krum played. He knew he played the same position he knew if Krum wanted to he could break Harry's neck in 25 different places. He knew that he was going to be eliminated with extreme prejudice.

Hermione bounced down the stairs and walked over to me.

"What's with the cheers? I haven't seen this much excitement since the first task," she said.

"Your boy friend challenged Gryffindor to a Quidditch match tomorrow and Oliver accepted it," I explained.

"That's wonderful - oh my gosh... Harry," Hermione said.

"I know. Sure Harry's got him beat when it comes down to 'moral fiber' or slaying a dragon but in quidditch... My poor brother doesn't stand a chance," I said.

"We'd better check up on Harry," Hermione said.

Hermione and I pushed through the crowd to Harry.

Parvati was sitting next to him rubbing back and stroking his hair telling he was going to be okay. Ron stood behind giving an "Oliver" speech.

"How you doin buddy?" I asked.

"I'm fine right now but tomorrow... Who knows. I may come back, creamed, mash and stuffed in an aluminum can with a little label that says Kream By Krum, Potter Flavored'," Harry said.

"That doesn't matter. You will beat Viktor. He may be a good Quidditch player but you have one thing that Viktor doesn't... Intelligence. You'll have a plan. Viktor will go in, not thinking and you will have the upper hand," Hermione said. "Just because he's a 7th year doesn't mean he's smart. Really the only people he can beat in an IQ test are Carbbe and Goyle. And it sounds wrong for me to say that because I'm his girl friend but it's true, now stand up."

Harry stood up.

"Now hug your friend," Hermione said. Harry gave Hermione a hug.

"Is he really gonna win?" I mouthed to Hermione.

"No," she said shaking her head. She released Harry. "Now, let's all go to winner, dinner, I mean."

AT DINNER

"Student's of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton Academy, It has come to our attention that many of you students long for some excitement before the final task, therefore it has been decided between Mister Oliver Wood and Viktor Krum that tomorrow at exactly 11 A.M, a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Durmstrang will take place."

There was an uproar of excitement and freak outs in the Great Hall at that moment and I could swear I would go def. "We also invite our ladies of Beauxbaton academy to have cheerleading team cheer for their brother school, Durmstrang." The girls started freaking out.

Before the Quidditch Match

"We are going to go out there a give those Durmstrang boys what for. We'll show them that. . . We need. . . That we need not only man power but girl power too," Oliver said trying to pump up the team.

"We love you too Oliver!" Angelina, Katie and Alicia said.

I was with Harry along with his "posse" (Me and my friends of course). Parvati was massaging his shoulders, Padma was massaging his scalp, Hermione was dabbing the sweat off his head, Ron and Ginny were giving him words of encouragement, Emily was alternating between giving him his water bottle and making out with Fred and I was there for moral support and to stare at Oliver.

"Can I ask a question?" George said. "Why does Harry get to have his entourage?"

"I don't have a problem with it," Fred said.

"Of course you don't. You're a man whore," George said.

"Of course, every set of twins has one twin that's a whore," Fred said.

"Really?" the remaining twins in the room (including me) asked.

"Of course. I'm a whore, Parvati's a whore and Hannah's a whore," Fred said.

"I am not a whore," Parvari and I protest.

"Parvati you can sniff 'naughty' things and Hannah you do 'naughty' things. You're both whore's," Fred said.

"And you?" I asked.

"You think I've been listening to a word he's been sayin?" Fred asked.

"Hey! This is my last game with you guys," Oliver said. I stood up out my seat.

"Oh wait a second I can't be distraught that you're leaving and rush to your side and say that 'I'll never let go' like they do on Titanic anymore. I have a boy friend." I sat down in my seat. "Sorry to see you're leaving Oliver. Hogwarts will be a lot less sexy without you."

"That means a lot to me Hannah. It really does," Oliver said wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

"But still no one's answered my question, Harry has an entourage. Why?" George said.

"Firstly, we are the 'Potter Posse' not his entourage. And he has us because he's going against Krum," Ginny said.

"Yeah, it's like Hermione said, 'Viktor's a physical being'," Harry said.

"You said you would never repeat that to anyone!" Hermione said.

"I'm sorry it just slipped out," Harry said.

"Well Harry I guess you wouldn't mind if I told everyone about the incident with moaning Myrtle," Hermione said.

"No Hermione! Don't! Please! I'm sorry! I won't say it again," Harry begged.

"You've got me intrigued," Padma said.

I covered my ears and started singing "Dirty Little Secret" so I wouldn't have to hear it again.

Everyone's eyes widened as Hermione explained. Then she stopped. I stopped singing and took my hands down.

"Out of curiousity... How... How big are you?" Parvati asked.

"That is none of your business," Harry said.

"He wears a size 14 shoe," Hermione said.

"14!" Padma said. "You must be gifted when it-."

"Cause I love feelin dirty! And I love feelin cheap! And I love it when you hurt me! So drive them staples deep!" I sang as I covered my ears.

*Tre Cool's songs, make me happy. It is my happy place. Find my happy place.*

I took my hands down.

"Wow," Ginny, Angelina, Parvati, Padma and Hermione said.

"I love you Harry," Padma said. "I know where you sleep." She winked at him.

"Okay then, let's go play some Quidditch guys," Harry said standing up. He walked out of the locker room.

"That can't have possibly been as uncomfortable for you as it was for him," Hermione said. "Size 14."

"You know if it's genetic, it's no wonder your parents had twins," Parvati said.

"Whoa! Whoa! Dude! I draw the line at my deceased father! I think my ears are bleeding! That was completely and totally uncalled for!" I said.

40 Minutes Into The Quidditch Match

"It looks like the Weasley twins are fighting those bludgers for their lives. As for Angelina she's having a bit of trouble holding onto that quaffle. Lucky for Wood, he can take a breather!"

"This match is killing me," I said. "We're down by fifty, we're down to one chaser and there's no sign of the snitch yet."

"It'll be okay dude-."

"The seekres are off! Krum and Potter are on that snitch like white on rice, on a paper plate, in a glass of milk in a snow storm!"

I watched as they chased the snitched. They dove into the space between the bleachers and went after that snitch.

"You can do it Harry!" Ginny cheered. She started breathing really hard.

"Ginny, sit down," Ron said. She slowly sat down.

The boys started flying up the side of the Slytherin stands. They both reached and reached and reached then they both grabbed at the same time. Everyone gasped.

As they went over the top their brooms they hit the top of the bleachers. They were flying so fast they lost control of their brooms and plummeted the short distance to the ground off their broom. Viktor hit first then Harry. They both had a fist.

Viktor sat up and opened his hand. Empty.

Their broom came spiraling down ward flew straight at them. Viktor rolled out of the way of Harry's Fire Bolt. Viktor's broom was much larger and flying much faster and Harry was not able to get out of the way.

"Oooooh... Oooooh... Oww... He's gonna need some ice... Wow... right in the crotch... Dude... Somebody go help him for Merlins Sake! This is a testicular injury! This is serious!"

Harry released the snitch.

"Gryffindor wins..."

The stadium was silent as Harry struggled back tears and screams. Finally he just fell unconscious.

"Guys. . . Let's go," I said. We all ran out the bleachers onto the field where Harry was lying. I kneeled beside him and started fanning him.

"Harry. . . Harry wake up. . ." I said. His eyes to opened.

"Harry. . . Are you alright mate?" Ron asked.

"Oh. . . My pride," was all he managed out before he blacked out again.

"I don't know whether to cry or feel his pain," Viktor said.

"At this point I don't think anyone knows what to do," Ginny said.

In The Hospital Wing

"How are you feeling Harry?" I asked.

"I dunno. . . It's a mix between suicide attempting pain and Victory," Harry said. "But it's alright. . . I don't think I ever wanted to have children anyway."

"I'm so glad I don't know how that feels," Ron said.

Then in Draco and his posse entered.