I am sooorrry for not posting sooner! I've been sitracted and in Toronto and sitracted more and idealess and yadayadayada :( I hope you all will continue to put up with me and this story!

This has a bit more Sam/Neville than the others, seeing as everyone seems to love them 3 I don't blame you!

Sam sighed contentedly. It was a good day. The Saturday sun was streaming in through an open window, warming her face. All of her dorm-mates were out and about, leaving Sam alone to ponder the coming day.

And maybe sex up the guy lying to her left.

She looked over at him. He was a fairly attractive seventh year. His shaggy milk chocolate hair was falling into his closed eyes. His skin, so gentle and fair, though his jaw showed much stubble, almost glistened in the new day sunlight. Not in a stupid way, like Twilight vampires or something, but rather sexily. His IQ may have been twelve thousand points below that which it was supposed to be, but his hotness level reached twelve thousand points above.

Smiling, Sam placed a hand to his cheek, leaned down, and placed a tentative kiss upon his lips. She watched as his eyelids fluttered open to reveal two bright blue-gray irises. He grinned up at her.

"You know, I don't think I've ever had a lovelier wakeup call," he whispered. She giggled flirtatiously – to be quite honest, she'd gotten that line a thousand times and it was wearing thin – and ran her fingers through his hair. His let his own hand drift to the effortlessly messy waves, smoothing them a bit. "I have to say that all those bastards who slept with you before are absolutely right. You are most definitely the best lay."

To this, she let her head hang back and a chorus of laughter sang out of her mouth. He widened his beam, not suspecting at all her fakeness in enjoyment of his company.

Sam and her mystery lay would've been perfectly happy to remain in bed for the rest of the day, but others had different plans. Namely, her friends, all of whom attempted to barge into the Ravenclaw dormitories without hesitation.

"Samantha Calloway!" Rose shrieked at the top of her lungs. The door knob wouldn't budge, which gave Sam and her manwhore enough time to cover up the necessary bits. A quick Alohomora later and all of Sam's friends ran through the door.

"You promised me!" Rose cried. Sam looked completely confused.

"What did I promise you?" she questioned in reply, because, in all honesty, she had no sweet clue as to what Rose was talking about. This, of course, only made the blonde huff in frustration and hit her head against the wall.

"The Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts," Eryn translated. This made a bit more sense to Sam. The thought of promising Rose that she would go there for moral support did have a familiar ring to it, and the broom Rose was shouldering might've given some away, but she couldn't be sure. Not with McDreamy lying next to her, naked.

She turned to him. "Um, would you mind leaving us for a moment?" She pulled on a façade of innocence and lust as she dragged a slender finger up and down his chest. "I'll make it worth your while."

This got him going. In less than five seconds, he got out of bed, found his boxers and wife beater, pulled them on, and was leaving, his remaining clothing still lying about. As he passed Kenzie, he grabbed her ass and whispered in her ear, "I'll make it worth your while, sweet cheeks."

Kenzie made a scoffing noise, shocked at the very idea, and swatted him as he ran out. Sam rolled her eyes.

"He ain't getting any anymore," she snapped. Rose, however, was still livid.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" she ordered. Sam quickly got out of bed; her sheet wrapped around her, she began to get dressed. With many orders from her friend, she was clothed in her own personal record time.

"So, what position are you trying out for this year, Rosie?" Sam asked curiously. She got a punch to the arm for the nickname, but otherwise, Rose looked quite pleased with herself.

"Beater." This received many fake groans.

Rose had been on the Gryffindor Quidditch team last year as well, also as Beater. And as such, became reputed for her slightly violent nature. In third year, she bashed a seventh year Chaser in the face, but since it was her job, there was no rule to testify him. Gryffindor won that match.

"Just don't beat anyone's face in this time, alright?" Annabelle asked, having been silent this whole time for no apparent reason other than enjoying watching her friends bicker. She truly loved them.

Rose shook her head. "No promises."

They all continued on until they reached the door leading to the stands, change rooms, and arena itself. Everyone who wasn't Rose walked up many steps and plopped into the highest possible benches. From afar, they watched Rose's long ponytail swish as she marched to the lineup of other Beaters.

Sam jiggled her foot absently, watching the stands for some cute males. No one really caught her eye. Then again, no one ever did. And if they were lucky enough to do so, they would have to come to her.

She kept her eyes peeled for quite a while until, finally, someone of interest crossed her path. Innocent little Neville Longbottom passed by two rows ahead of her, a book in his hand. He didn't glance anywhere else as he walked, which made it a prime moment for Sam to pounce on him.

"Excuse me, ladies," Sam giggled, standing up and grinning. "But I've got prey to kill."

"Don't you mean to seduce?" Annabelle pointed out. Sam shrugged at this, and, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, she began to make her way down the stands.

Neville was the epitome of virgin, Sam decided with ease as she moved. Everything about him screamed that his cherry was yet to be popped. That, and that he'd never whispered sweet sexual words after doing the hanky panky. Of course, this only excited her more. She was going to be his first. It wasn't often that she had the pleasure of such a treat.

She noticed the title of the thick textbook was Why Fungi is a Fun Guy. She'd never heard of it before. Then again, Neville really was the only one who truly and completely enjoyed Herbology. And he wasn't half bad at it either.

"Hey, you," Sam murmured, taking a seat next to him. He jumped at her voice, like the soft tone had cut through all of the noise around them and targeted straight onto him. She flirtatiously fluttered her eyelashes, but this only seemed to repel him more. He scooted away.

"What, do I have cooties?" she continued, more jokingly teasing this time. He flushed a deep red.

"N-no, of course not, it's just –"

"It's just what?" she urged. He gulped visibly.

"I don't…like you…"

Sam stared at him blankly for a moment, still trying to process the words he'd just uttered. Yet they didn't seem to be seeping in. Sexually, she understood that she could be a bit headstrong and brash, but…why wouldn't he like her otherwise?

"Um…right, Neville, that's…totally fine with me –" she was lying through her teeth "- but I'm just curious as to why you don't like me?" He seemed strangely surprised that she wasn't hyperventilating, no matter how sorrowful she felt inside.

"Well…it's just the way you treat people like their dispensable. I'm amazed that you haven't rid yourself of Eryn and Kenzie and them because they were with you too long. I see the way that blokes will scamper over to you, all in love, and then leave saying you were the best they'd ever done, thinking that you would commit to them alone. Then they find out and can only hold high the words I shagged Samantha Calloway. It's demeaning!

"And I don't believe that you're that good of a person. I suppose that if I got to know you, then maybe, but on the outside, no one really does. They see your beauty and only want to get into your pants. The few who don't think as low of you as I do. That is why I don't like you, Samantha."

It shocked Sam to her core, both the words and the suddenly courageous tone he had taken on. This sounded like something he'd kept bottled within for a while. Like he was finally able to let out that thing so painful for him.

A rainbow of emotions was showering over her. First pain (someone doesn't like me?), then anger (who the hell does he think he is?), then indecision (well…maybe he's right), then contemplation (he is right! I am a bitch!), then simply sadness. She wanted to be liked. Everyone did, really. But Sam, who had always gotten so much praise, desperately craved it.

And the one opinion that had never mattered before suddenly meant the world to her.

Neville Longbottom had gotten to her.

"Well, thank you for your honesty," she mumbled, and scurried away. As she did, she turned back for a moment and saw that he had simply gone back to reading. Her heart broke even more.

"Are you okay?" Kenzie asked quietly when Sam slid next to her. The latter girl nodded silently, and Kenzie, knowing her friend well enough to realize a bad time, left her alone. Sam was good at self-healing. She would get over it by herself.

The Gryffindor tryouts were going swimmingly. Harry was the new captain – Eryn had practically squealed at the news – and doing a phenomenal job, in the opinion of all. Especially Rose, during her tryout.

"Alright, Rose, all you have to do is follow me and keep away all twenty Bludgers away. Clear?"

"Crystal," Rose replied easily. Harry smiled and began to fly. She kept up without too much trouble. He might've had a Firebolt, but her sturdy Cleansweep was her favorite. She wouldn't trade it for a thousand Firebolts.

"I'm gonna see if I can get a better view," Eryn told her friends. No one really acknowledged this, too busy watching the many heavy violent balls trying to hit her crush. Rose was doing a pretty damn good job, too. Having none hit him yet, and only one hit her in the arm, she liked her chances.

Now, love made people do crazy things. You thought you could swim in shark-infested waters without being harmed. You'd risk your life for the one you held dear to your heart. And you thought that a slightly wavering tower in the incredible breeze, as you leaned over, wouldn't make you plummet to your death.

In case you couldn't tell, the last one had to do with Eryn. She wandered up to the watch tower without hesitancy and leaned as far over as she could to get a better view of Harry. She didn't notice her hand slip a bit as she leaned farther. She didn't seem to care that the rocky wooden tower was quivering.

She did find it unnerving when she fell, though.

Her scream pierced the air, and everyone turned to her flailing body. Kenzie gasped loudly. Annabelle and Sam hugged each other. A Bludger became wild and began to move around without a commander.

And Harry was the hero. He turned towards the sound, saw that flash of blue in her eyes, and knew who was going to die if he didn't save them. Without a second thought, he swooped as fast as possible towards her. The rogue Bludger followed, and Rose gritted her teeth and managed to keep on his trail.

She beat away the Bludger a number of times before catching it. The force, however, threw her off her broom and towards the ground. Luckily, she wasn't too far off, and only managed a bruise.

Eryn wouldn't have been so lucky if Harry wasn't so bloody wonderful. As she was only ten feet from the ground, he seized her in midair, causing them both to drop the short distance down. They skidded along the short grass, both turning round and round each other, before finally coming to a stop. Harry was overtop of Eryn, his hands on either side of her head. She blinked a few times before realizing where she was.

"Oh…um, hi," she said weakly. He chuckled a bit.

"Hi."

A silence that lasted an eternity took over. One where everything aside from them was gone, erased from their memories. All that mattered was that moment, in which they felt completely and totally at peace with one another.

They say that time stops, or that you only see that one person, when you find the love of your life. And they are absolutely correct. But what they don't mention is that the reality afterwards is always a bit harsh.

"Harry!"

Eryn groaned loudly at that voice. The one she hated with all of her might for no other reason than the fact that the person whom it belonged to had a crush on Harry too.

Ginny Weasley.

"Oh, Harry, are you alright?" Ginny cried out dramatically. She grabbed him by the back and spun him over so that he was lying in her lap. Her freckled arms wrapped around his fair neck, squeezing the living daylights out of him.

"Fine, Gin," Harry confirmed. Eryn didn't notice how his gaze remained locked on her, too busy fuming and brushing herself off. A faint smile graced her face when she saw all of her friends come rushing over.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

"Merlin, what was that boy thinking?"

"Him? What the hell were you thinking, Eryn?"

"Why are you holding a Bludger, Rose?"

The attention turned to Rose for a moment, who was, indeed, holding a Bludger. She shrugged and shoved some of her blonde hair out of her face. A brave smile went onto her lips.

"So, what was that little moment with you and Haaaarry?" she cooed. Eryn turned dark pink and shrugged, attempting to be nonchalant.

"Nothing," she sighed in reply, and began to walk off. The other four followed, but were called back a moment.

"Rose!" She looked at Harry, who had managed to detach himself from Ginny for a moment. "You're on the team."

Rose cried out in joy, ran over, hugged Harry, then raced back to the others. They embraced her with love and compassion and the utmost enthusiasm. No one had a single care.

Except Sam.

And that care was called Neville.

Falling, rogue Bludgers, and hate, oh my! So this is a bit longer because I loooove you all soooo much that I wanted to make up my absence with some extra words. I like this chapter, actually. It was fun to write! And we get a good taste of some Harry/Eryn, as well as learning why Neville doesn't seem to be interested in Sam. YAY!

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