"Hayleigh get up!" Hermione screamed at me.

She had been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Even though she's a year below me, somehow we managed to share a dorm. My name is Hayleigh Tucker and I'm a seventh year at Hogwarts.

"Ugg!" I mumbled.

"Hayleigh wake up! You have quidditch practice in an hour and I know you like to warm up."

"I'm up!"

I flew out of the bed and was dressed in less than five minutes. I was wearing my cargo shorts, a red tank top and black chucks.

"Well that was quick."

"Yeah, thanks Hermione. What would I do without you?"

"I have no idea."

We both started laughing and I made my way down to the quidditch pitch to do my usual pre-practice warm up. One thing I definately miss from the muggle world is gymnastics. I turned on my iPod and began my routine to Freak Out! by Hollywood Tragedy.

Come one and Take me on a sinking ship

What's death without a smile

I still want you on the bottom of the ocean

Watch me flail around after you get yours

You're only out for one thing

I finished my routine perfectly facing none other than Oliver Wood himself.

"Impressive." he said.

"Can I help you?"

"No I was just curious. What do you call that?"

"Gymnastics, its a muggle thing, wouldn't expect you to understand."

"Why are you so bitchy?"

"Why are you so full of yourself?"

"Come on guys, we have practice remember?" Fred yelled from across the feild.

We all made our way to the locker rooms, me lagging behind a bit. "Yeah I'd like to get him on the bottom of the ocean." I said to myself.

Practice was the same as always. Wood started out with his stupid pep talk and then yelled at us the rest of the time. He mostly yelled at me, for not following his orders. I was never good at that, and his plays were weak. I was last to leave the locker room and he was waiting for me.

"Can I talk to you Hayleigh?"

"Well if I say no, will you walk away Captain?"

"I suppose not and I have a name."

"I know."

"So why don't you use it?"

"One: because I don't like you and two: I'm a Navy brat who was taught to acknowledge her superiors, much to my dislike."

"So you admit I'm your superior?"

"Only by title."

"I can live with that. So why don't you start following my orders?"

"How about you treat me like the person I am and stop barking orders at me all the time."

"Well-"

"Jesus will you two get a room already?" George yelled.

"Yeah seriously, just admit you like each other and make out and get it over with." Fred finished.

(A/N: This chapter's song inspired title is by Every Avenue!)