It's been ages and I honestly have no excuse. I'm terribly sorry.
But at the moment it's the first day of the school holidays and I finally finished the long awaited chapter 14. It's taken me months just to get halfway done and then today I found some inspiration out of nowhere and completed it :D
Also, because it's been months, I kind of think my style's changed halfway through the Quidditch match. I don't know whether or not it's a bad thing or not :/
Enjoy!

It was well into the night and you could hear the loud snores from Ron across the other side of the room. Liam was sprawled across his mattress, his mouth open and drool slithering out of the corner of his mouth and Harry's two other dorm mates were sound asleep, one of them mumbling a sixth year's name and the other on the verge of falling out of his bed. Harry though was wide awake, his mind racing with the event that was going to happen that day.

Today would be their first Quidditch match, and Harry was eager to get back to the sport. He was perched on the edge of his bed, mentally going over all the tricks and moves, all the plans and back-up plans and praying that for once he would be able to finish a whole season of Quidditch at school.

Harry wiped his glasses clean on his shirt and reached over to get the Marauder's Map off the bedside table. Opening it up in the hope of passing some time before the morning.

As his eyes wandered over the grounds of the school, Harry spotted a pair of feet walking towards Hagrid's hut. In an instant Harry leapt out of bed, map still in hand and prodded Ron awake.

'Ron, get up!'

'. . . more money . . . you. . . Malfoy – ferret!' Ron exclaimed but Harry hastily covered up his mouth with his hand.

''arry, bloody. . . what's time?' Ron grumbled as he flopped his head back onto his pillow, obviously ready to go back to sleep.

Harry kicked the leg of Ron's bed. 'C'mon get up!' He ripped Ron's pillow from beneath his head and chucked it at the opposite end of the bed.

'I'm up. . . I'm up . . .' Ron mumbled, his eyes still closed but he had sat up right and had put his slippers on his feet.

Harry was fed up and yanked on Ron's arm, pulling him out the door and down the stone stairs, all while Ron's eyes were still closed. 'All right, mate, we've got to get Hermione.' Harry said, wishing Ron would wake up already.

'Just send,' yawn 'a Patronus.' Yawn, and Ron proceeded to the couches and laid down on them.

'Lazy bugger.' Harry flicked his wand and sent his Patronus up the stairs to Hermione's dormitory.

Minutes later Hermione came down the stairs in her nightgown, her hair disarrayed in a bun and she was frequently rubbing her eye of sleep. ''arry, the time.' She pleaded, ready to turn back around and go back up the stairs.

'Hagrid's back.' Harry announced.

'Well that's good Harry, but can't it wait till tomorrow.' She yawned.

'Yeah, I have beauty sleep to catch up on.' Ron said from the couch.

Hermione looked over Harry's shoulder, obviously having not seen Ron. 'Morning Ronald.' She yawned.

'Morning 'Mione' Ron replied, waving half-heartily from the couch.

'Come on! Think of how happy Hagrid would be if we visited him in the middle of the night like good old times?' Harry pleaded.

'But we're not as young as we use to be.' Ron complained, turning over on the couch.

'Ron we're still young.' Hermione laughed, shaking her head. She slowly calculated Harry's words. '. . . yeah, I suppose we should. He's been away for a while now and even though he'd be tired I doubt he wouldn't want to see us.'

Harry's smile grew, and he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. 'Great! Let's go.' He rushed towards the portrait and climbed through, the others following sluggishly behind. Ron jumped out first then turned around, offering Hermione his hand, she accepted it and after pulling her dressing gown closer around the nape of her neck, jumped out. Harry opened out the Marauders map and started to scan it for Filch. He was in the library walking through the bookshelves.

The trio walked down the Grand Staircase, Ron still occasionally yawning loudly but staying close to Hermione.

They walked out through the fifth floor to the clock tower, passing through the clock tower courtyard and the covered bridge. The night air was cold and chilly as they descended towards Hagrid's hut, smoke barely visible against the dark sky, billowing out of his chimney.

Harry walked up to Hagrid's wooden door and briskly rapped on it with his knuckles. There were a few thuds as a pair of huge feet proceeded to the door and opened it.

Harry beamed.

'Shoulda known ya be 'ere to welcome me back.' Hagrid grunted. 'Not 'ome for five bleetin' minute's and ya lot show up.' He shook his head but there was a smile on his face. He opened up the door wider, 'Ya migh' as well come in, but ya can't stay for long, I'm in need of some good sleep.' And he walked back into his hut; stoking the fire with a stick and then sitting himself back down at the table where he had a hot cup of tea.

'I'd offer 'ya a cup of tea but apparently I've bin' told dat it don't taste so good.' Hagrid said sadly but with a smile on his face.

Ron and Hermione followed Harry in, sitting themselves down on the other wooden chairs.

'So where'd you go Hagrid?' Harry was the first to ask. The other two were a bit slow in words and actions.

'I wen' to Romania, wanted to check up on Norberta 'ya see, caught up with Ron's brother Charlie; he was the one to say me cookin' ain't too good.'

'How is she?' Harry asked, generally curious. It wasn't until Bill and Fluer's wedding that they had found out that the illegal dragon Hagrid had "won" in their first year which he had called Norbert, had actually been a girl.

'She's fine. Bit grumpy and angry 'ya see, comin' to dat age where she's interested in otha dragons.' Hagrid took a sip out of his cup. 'Reminds me of a trio of misfits I know.'

Harry chuckled.

'So how are things goin' between you two?' Hagrid asked Ron and Hermione.

'You have to knock on the door and or cover your eyes before you enter a room with them two in there.' Harry said, pointing his thumb in their direction.

Ron pulled his fist back and punched Harry in the arm. Hermione ducked her head and averted her eyes.

'Okay, they're not that bad.' Harry smirked.

'Well what 'bout you and Ginny then 'arry?' Hagrid said leaning back further into his chair and brining his cup with him.

This time Ron answered. 'They're still not speaking to each other. So beware if you're in the same room as them; the cat claws could come out.'

'Cat claws? I so do not have cat claws! The only one here close enough of having or had cat claws is Hermione.' Harry stated.

'That was an accident! I told you two that I thought it was Milcent's hair. People can make mistakes; I just tend not to make them as frequently as other people.' She huffed in her defence, folding her arms across her chest.

'And that's why you're so good to have around during a test.' Ron said without thinking. Hermione glared at him, 'But that's why I like you, because you're so . . . flawless?' Ron covered up poorly.

'Oh Ronald.' Hermione shook her head.

Hagrid and Harry were both laughing immensely, they couldn't help themselves. Ron and Hermione were an odd couple indeed.

'So why did you come back now Hagrid?' Harry asked, trying to change the topic for Ron's sake.

'You didn' think I'd miss ya first Quidditch match back now did ya?' Hagrid said raising an eyebrow.

'How did you know I was playing?' Harry questioned.

'Well 'arry, I'm a bit offended, I've known ya for years. Ya love it; you seriously didn't think I would have known if ya'd joined tha team again?' He cleared his throat with a cough, 'But yeah, McGonagall sent me a note sayin' you were on the team again. Have ya two been training hard?'

'Harry won't stop with the training sessions; I can barely keep up with the homework and assignments let alone flying around the pitch for an hour plus in the rain.' Ron complained dramatically, sulking over in his chair.

'Oh Ron harden up. We all know you've been through more trouble than a few sleepless nights.' Harry reprimanded.

'And justa' keep poor Ronald happy I think it's 'bout time ya lot leave and went back ta bed.' Hagrid huffed, standing up and ushering them out the door. 'Comon' out ya's go.'

'Throwing poor innocent children out in the cold. How heart-less Hagrid.' Ron protested.

'Ha! Innocent? Ya lot have caused plenty of troubles here.' Hagrid grunted. 'Now out ya's go.'

'Well goodbye Hagrid.' Harry said, waiting till Hagrid closed the door of his hut before turning around and heading back up the path towards the castle.

Waking up still tired, Harry pulled back the covers of his bed and reached for his glasses on the bed side table. Putting them on he groaned and clutched his head, letting the blood flow down.

'Setting a fine example for your team you are Captain.' Liam grinned from his bed, already in his Quidditch robes and playing with a Quaffle, tossing it around in his hands. He seemed to have already have had breakfast for he had an empty plate next to his bed with toast crumbs on it and an empty glass.

'Example?' Harry said in confusion. He then shot out of bed and began to frantically pull things out of his trunk, putting on his Quidditch shirt and pants, tripping over with one leg in the pants. 'What time is it? Why didn't you wake me up! Argh! Where is my Quidditch robe? Is Ron already down there at the pitch?' Harry shot another frantic look at Liam. 'Why didn't you wake me up sooner?' He asked again.

Liam shrugged his shoulders, 'Thought you could do with the extra sleep. You've been tossing a lot and you seemed better this morning.'

'Better? How can I be better? I'm trying to get myself ready for the first match of the year and you're telling me I needed sleep? Now where the hell is my Quidditch robe?' Harry, in a frantic state lifted his trunk upside down and began to rummage through the clothes on the floor.

'Ahem.' Liam coughed into his hand.

'What!' Harry yelled, annoyed quite a bit.

Liam didn't flinch at Harry's angry glare but got up off his bed and walked casually over to Harry's four-poster. Reaching up he brought down something gold and red and handed it to Harry.

'Why didn't you mention that before I threw everything I own onto the floor?' Harry gestured to the heap of clothes, parchments, quills and books now on the floor in front of his bed.

Liam just smirked and walked out of the door.

Harry growled in frustrations and raced out the door, passing Liam in the stairways and ignoring his slow casual pace compared to Harry's rushed, frantic one.

Rushing out of the common room, almost toppling a second year over the banister of the stairs, Harry frantically leaped over the missing step and continued his way towards the Great Hall. Pulling his Quidditch robe over his Quidditch clothes, Harry dashed into the Great Hall, skidding to a halt at the Gryffindor table and plopping his butt down onto the chair next to Ron who was in his Quidditch gear. The Hall was almost completely empty, save for a few teachers who were getting a decent breakfast before the match.

'Decided to wake up did 'ya mate?' Ron said casually, stabbing a pancake and putting it into his mouth, smirking at Harry who was still panting from his frantic run there.

'Yeah, after a nice wakeup call from you.' Harry said sarcastically, snatching away Ron's goblet of pumpkin juice and drinking it all, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robe.

'How long 'til the match?' Harry huffed.

'Well . . .' Ron said, looking over at Hermione who was at the doors to the Great Hall and beckoning him over, 'Roughly ten minutes, so as much as I wouldn't like to leave a meal unfinished, we have to go.' And he pulled Harry up off his chair by the neck of his robes, patted his collar back down with the same hand and started on his way towards Hermione. Harry's stomach grumbling with hunger as he walked out of the Great Hall and the smell of breakfast slowly disappeared behind him.

He followed behind Ron and Hermione who were keeping up a fast paced conversation. He didn't even bother listening in seeing as he could tell that at any moment one of them would crack and all hell would break loose.

The trip to the Quidditch pitch seemed to go by quickly, but the minute Harry got into the change rooms everything slowed down real fast. Hermione said a half-hearted good luck to Ron and kissed him on the lips once, then walked over to Harry and hugged him tightly. 'Don't get yourself killed will you please?' she whispered in his ear. Harry smiled and nodded, 'Can't promise, I might want to spice things up and make it just that bit more exciting.' Hermione shook her head and left the change rooms.

The remaining minutes until the game began seemed to take forever and by the time the gate went up and the cheers from the crowd reached their peak, Harry had already been holding onto his broomstick tightly for what seemed like ages.

The team mounted their brooms together and shot out onto the green field, taking their positions and hovering there. Each Gryffindor beaming at the roaring supporters but also keeping their attention focused on the match and their opposing Slytherins.

Madam Hooch came into the middle of the pitch, whistle in hand and Quaffle in her other. She looked at both teams, her face showed her authority but Harry could see the excitement the game brought to her eyes. 'You know the rules. I don't want any foul playing, you hear!' and with the toss of the Quaffle in the air, the game began.

If it was possible the crowd roared louder, their banners and other supporting items blowing in the wild wind that had come in the previous night. Vaguely Harry could see Luna down there with what appeared to be a new lion hat, seeing as her last one had been missing since the battle, presumed destroyed.

Harry flew around the pitch a few times, gathering in all his surroundings and the current positions of his team mates. Ron was hovering near the middle ring of the goals; Ginny was currently winging Hannah who had the Quaffle, Liam was not too far behind them but making sure that if Slytherin did end up claiming the Quaffle he would be able to attack quickly.

Jack and Robert; their beaters, were currently doing a brilliant job of keeping the Bludgers away from the teams Chasers.

Harry watched as Robert aimed a good shot at Jeremy Lewis who was just about to tackle the Quaffle off Hannah. Knocked Jeremy right in the shoulders and made him lose his balance for a few seconds, long enough for Hannah to get out of his range and shoot off, down the pitch.

Harry's eyes kept darting around the field, all his senses on high alert. He was trying to keep a tab on his team mates but was also trying to find that shiny golden Snitch. That Snitch would hopefully bring their team to victory.

Harry listened as Dennis Creevey commentated, his excitement getting a bit much of him as he frequently yelled and cheered into the megaphone and the crowd cringed as their eardrums were tested to the limit.

Harry's heart missed a beat when he thought he caught a glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eyes. But he dismissed it, having turned his head in that direction a second afterwards and been disappointed in the result of only seeing Hermione waving a golden banner in support.

This was going to be difficult. Gold was everywhere on the pitch; on banners, signs, scarves and beanies. Harry was going to have a bit of trouble recognising the Snitch and he needed to catch it fast.

Currently Slytherin was in the lead, having scored already thirty points. Harry didn't know what was wrong with Ron. He obviously didn't have his head together right because just as Harry turned around to go back to their end of the field; Slytherin was able to get the Quaffle past him once again.

'And that's another ten points for Slytherin! This is very weird indeed, Slytherin on forty, Gryffindor on ten!' Harry turned his head to look at Dennis as Dennis stood up and cheered very loudly, 'Go Gryffindor!'

McGonagall covered her ears at the uncomfortable volume Dennis had yelled, tugging on Dennis's sleeve she made him sit once more, a frown upon her aged brow.

Harry franticly made his eyes dart around the field, eyes open for any sudden quick movement from a small golden ball. From way up high Harry spotted a big mass of hair, among the crowd of supporters for Gryffindor. Peering closer Harry identified the mass of hair as Hagrid. He had a Gryffindor scarf around where his neck should have been but was covered with his beard, and had a pair of binoculars in his hands, aimed directly in Harry's direction. Hagrid lifted up one of his massive hands and waved at Harry, toppling over a first year next to him in the stand. Hagrid awkwardly smiled at the kid and picked him back up, stumbling over his words in apology.

'Weasley snatches the Quaffle off Matt Clarkson – passes it to Ridge – intercepted by the scary Martha Logster who makes her way down the field – hit by a well aimed Bludger from the all mighty Jack Hosper. Hannah Pike takes the Quaffle and races down the field – dodges a poorly aimed bludger from Eva Travish who doesn't seem quite pleased – and is now giving me the death stare. Professor McGonagall am I allowed a body guard after the match?' Dennis looked quite concerned for his well-being and protection after the match.

McGonagall shook her head and ignored Dennis's comment, keeping her eyes on the game at hand.

Harry did the same. Time passed and Gryffindor seemed totally out of it. Slytherin was on one hundred and sixty points and Gryffindor was only on ten. What was wrong with the team?

What concerned Harry the most though was what was wrong with Ron? He was letting shoot after shoot into the goal. 'Ron! What are you doing?' Harry lifted both of his hands palm forward in question.

Ron just swiped away Harry's question with one of his hands and continued to stare at the pitch ahead of him.

Harry watched Ron who seemed to be entirely focusing on the match in front of him, but Harry knew something was bothering him in his head to allow him to miss so many Quaffles.

Harry watched as Ginny tried with all her might to take the Quaffle off an opposing Slytherin but failed, having a two Bludgers aimed straight for her and one clipping her broom, snapping the handle and sending her falling to the grass of the Quidditch field. Liam tried in her place straight afterwards and failed as well, just not getting hit with Bludgers. Harry took one look at the Slytherin goals; their keeper had barely done anything this match and he appeared to be really relaxed, picking at some dirt in his nails then slouching over on his broomstick.

Harry spotted it then. The golden Snitch just dancing across the field at that moment. Harry took a frantic look around for the Slytherin Seeker – Mai Smith – and could see that she was preoccupied with calling rude names to his team mate who seemed to be closing in on the Quaffle once again.

Harry took this as his moment and leant over his broom as far as he could go, pressing himself flat against its handle.

'And Gryffindor's Hannah Pike has finally claimed the Quaffle; she's dodging and weaving making her way up towards the goa - Merlin's Beard! Has Harry Potter seen the Snitch? I think he has! He has! Go Harry!'

Harry could feel the wind howl around him as he sped towards the Snitch, the cheers seemed to rush by him in the stadium as he focused on the Snitch which had begun to move towards the Slytherin goals.

Harry looked below him and saw Hannah Pike making her own way towards the goals. Slytherin's Keeper hadn't seen where the Snitch was so he didn't know that Harry was on a head on collision with him. All he knew was that Gryffindor was close to getting a goal.

Harry continued on his way though down the field, determined to catch that Snitch. He dodged a Bludger from one of Slytherin's Beaters and looked over his shoulder at Slytherin's Seeker Mai; she was gaining on him fast.

Hannah was getting closer to the goals and Harry watched as she hurled the Quaffle through the goals and past the Slytherin's Keeper who was distracted be they had now noticed Harry coming straight for them.

'And that's a goal for Gryffindor!' Dennis cried, jumping up and down in the stadium.

The Slytherin's Keepers eyes grew wide as Harry, with all his might tried to go faster. Mai had caught up to him and was shoving him away, trying to knock him off his broom. They were less than seven meters away now and the Slytherin Keeper had abandoned his post. Harry knew only one of them would be able to go through the goal post and catch the Snitch. And that one person was going to be him. He wasn't going to lose the first game to the season to Slytherin's.

With his shoulders Harry gave Mai one final budge and shoved her away from him, sending her off towards one of the other goal posts. Mai collided with the ring of the post and fell to the sandy bottom of the goal. The crowd all went 'Ooooooo'.

Harry ducked his head as he reached forward to take the Golden Snitch and felt on the tips of his fingers its cool metal.

There was a pregnant pause from the crowd and then Harry raised his hand; the Snitch in his grasp.

The crowd erupted into cries of joy and hisses. Harry was filled to the brim with happiness.

Looking around to find Ginny already on the ground of the pitch; Madam Pomfrey had momentarily abandoned her to go fix Mai. Harry flew towards her, leapt off his broom; Snitch still in hand but forgotten as he encircle Ginny into his arms, lifted her feet off the ground and spun her around once. He then pulled his head away to see her smile. Crashing his lips against hers his smile etching into hers.

Harry knew that their relationship had been a frequent gossip of the school but he didn't think that it would pull them into silence. An entire stadium falling silent because of them.

But that was broken by a scream.

Harry's head instantly snapped up and he saw Hermione pushing her way through the crowd in the stadium and leaping over the barrier. She raced across the field towards the goal post and that's when Harry saw Ron's unconscious figure laying on the ground in front of the goal post.

He dropped everything in his hands; Ginny's hand and the Snitch, and sprinted towards Ron.

When Harry finally got there, Ginny was not far behind him, he bent down besides Ron and was shocked to see Ron's leg pointing out at a sickly angle. His collar bone looked broken as well.

For now Ron was unconscious, which Harry thought was, under these circumstances, good. He didn't think Ron would be able to stomach the pain nor seeing his leg sticking out at an odd angle.

Madam Pomfrey, her skirt hitched high, came rushing over. She knelt down beside Ron and told them all to back away. Hermione reluctantly backed away but stayed beside him the entire time Madam Pomfrey braced his leg and levitated him back to the Hospital Wing.

The crowd was still cheering and the Slytherins were still moping about their loss. But most of the crowd had started to leave the stadium. Eager to get back to their common rooms to celebrate.

Harry already knew what would be waiting for him when he got back to the common room but first he wanted to stay with Ron.

Madam Pomfrey lowered Ron onto one of the white beds and began to work on him. Healing his broken leg and collar bone, then doing over his bumps and bruises. She also discovered that he'd broken a few fingers. She put them right back into place and straight afterwards Hermione interlaced her fingers with his.

Harry found a chair for Ginny to sit in and they both just waited. Hermione had perched herself on the side of Ron's bed and Harry had taken to just standing.

They waited for ages for Ron to wake up.

Madam Pomfrey didn't even bother to shoo them away because she knew that nothing could separate the tightly knitted "family". But it didn't stop her from grumbling about the place being crowded.

As the sun started to set and Harry watched as Mai left the Hospital Wing with a scowl on her face after being dismissed, Madam Pomfrey came up to Ginny and handed her a yellow potion. 'It'll help with the bruises and aches.'

Ginny nodded her head and uncorked the potion, throwing her head back and sculling it. Her face screwed up for a second and she poked her tongue out in disgust.

Harry smiled when Madam Pomfrey disappeared out the doors, saying she needed to go see Professor Slughorn, and Ginny was still opening and closing her mouth in disgust to the taste.

'Why do you think he hasn't woken up yet?' Ginny said worry in her voice, trying to distract herself from the terrible taste still present in her mouth.

The side of Hermione's mouth turned up. 'Oh he's woken up. He just doesn't have the guts to face you two so he's pretending to be asleep.' Hermione chuckled, flicking Ron's ear.

Ron grunted and pretended to turn over in his sleep but then flinch when Hermione pulled his ear so he would turn over onto his back again.

'Hermione?' Ron said in a throaty voice.

'Yes, you know it's me you fool. You've been awake for the past two hours.'

'How did'ya know?' Ron said grumpily, sitting up against the head of the bed and trying to pat down his bed hair.

'We went camping for nearly a whole year Ronald; I think I can tell when you're awake or not.' She said defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

'Well it was worth a shot.' Ron ducked his head and looked at Harry. 'Heya.'

'Hey.' Harry said in an irritated voice from the end of Ron's bed. He'd taken a seat there after about an hour of standing up. 'What happened?'

'I slipped and fell off my broom.' Ron heaved a big sigh. 'Why didn't ya tell me mate?'

'We thought you would overreact. But now that seems like an understatement.' Harry said, 'We didn't think you would nearly kill yourself!'

'Hey! It was an accident! It's not like I expected to see my sister and best friend, who appeared to not be on speaking terms, start snogging in the middle of the Quidditch pitch!'

'Well it's not like I thought you were going to throw yourself off your broomstick!' Harry defended.

'Again! I slipped and fell!' Ron defended himself.

'Shut it!' Ginny said loudly.

Both of the boy's heads snapped comically towards her, their angered facial expressions still on their faces.

'Just give it a rest already. So what if Harry and I are back together again? So what if we didn't tell you? Who gives a damn if you fell off your broomstick!'

'I do.' Hermione butted in.

'You can just get over it Ron.' Ginny said strongly. The way she said it was definite. Like you didn't want to stand up to her and argue without your head being ripped off of your neck.

'And seeing as you look fine, I think I'm going to go back to the common room. I want to grab a Butterbeer before they all disappear.'

And with that said she stood up and left the Hospital Wing, closing the door behind her.

'Maybe I should just "get over it".' Ron thought out loud.

'It'll be a hell a lot more calmer around here if you did.' Harry pointed out.

'Then again, nah. Where would the excitement of being at Hogwarts be then? No evil things trying eat and kill us.'

'Haven't we had enough of that to suffice a life time?' Hermione commented.

'Definitely.' Harry said straight away.

They laughed, and the sound bounced around the Hospital Wing.

'I should go back to the common room and prepare for the onslaught, it's not every match I catch the Snitch. Wait it is!' Harry said smugly as he headed for the door.

'Liar! Don't forget Cedric beating you!' Ron called from his bed.

Harry chuckled and left the room.

Being congratulated by stray wonderers, and saying thank you, he walked up towards the portrait of the Fat Lady and was just about to say the password when two other Gryffindors came out.

'Oh hello Harry.' Liam said cheerfully, 'How's Ron?'

'He's fine now; he's just going to stay in the Hospital Wing over night. Madam Pomfrey said it would be the best.'

'Oh, alright.' Liam smiled and looked towards his companion, 'Let's . . . get the extra food from the kitchens that we were going to get.' His companion looked confused for a second then smiled at him and nodded her head after smoothing out her robe a little, following Liam down the stairs.

Harry climbed through the still open portrait and smiled at Dennis who was standing on the couch, tie around his head, sleeves rolled up, hand on hip and swishing his raised wand in the air like a sword. 'Harry Potter has come to save us from the nasty Slytherins!' He declared when he spotted Harry.

'Hear hear!' The young crowd cried in response.

Harry who was still in his Quidditch gear grabbed the closest Butterbeer and after raising it, sculled it down. He grabbed someone's tie from off the back of a chair and placed it around his head, pulling out his wand and standing up on the couch next to Dennis he said 'No Harry has not . . . Gryffindor has!' and he raised his wand next to Dennis's and together they pretended to be knights in shining armour.

Things were starting to turn around for the better.

Okay, so people might start thinking that some of the Trio are bit out of character, but I think that after the war; the war that's been going on their whole lives, they would finally detach themselves and be carefree, living the life of teenagers they didn't have a chance at.

I find Dennis very fun to write about, he's just very high spirited :D

I'm also pretty sure the next chapter won't take months, seeing as I'm working on it at the moment (what else is there to do during the holiday's besides have Doctor Who, Avatar the last airbender and Harry Potter Marathons and work?)
um, the next chapter will be in Hermione's POV and about her and Ron in the Hospital Wing. And there might be one more chapter after that because at the moment I'm running out of ideas for chapters and then this story might be abandoned or just put on a long haitus.
sorry again.