I awake to a loud knock. "George!" It's Ron. "You awake?"
I give the door a sleepy glare. "Ron, your voice is louder than your knock. Of course I'm awake now", I yell back at him," What is it? Saw a spidey?"
"Hmph! Well-"
"Oh no. Sorry. You wouldn't have been able to shout that loud if you'd actually seen a spider. What is it then? Knocked off mum's food or something?", I cut him off. He opens the door and his large frame covers up the dim corridor light.
"Whatever!",his tone gets softer," I came to tell you that we're going to play Quidditch...care to join?" He says hesitantly. I haven't played Quidditch since...then. Ginny's body stirs beside me. Another red head sprouts from the covers.
"Someone say Quidditch?", she mumbles. I grin. I realize that maybe playing the family sport isn't such a bad thing right now. It's a good feeling to have all of your siblings love one mutual thing.
"Yeah. Ron said they're going to play. We'll be out there in a few minutes",I tell Ron. Ron instantly lightens but does not press me further. "Okay. Hurry up!", he whispers excitedly and leaves.
"He sure is growing to be quite tall,"I squint after Ron.
"I'll go change" Ginny mumbles, voice still laced with sleep, and gets up to leave too. "It'll be fun to play together again Georgie", she says smiling at me, and leaves. I smile at her back, shut the door and walk myself over to the window. It'll be dinner time soon. I dress myself in the right clothes, grab my broomstick and briskly walk outside without further delay. I go out and find the three waiting with their broomsticks in the yard. Harry and Ron have managed to get Hermione to play too, which is a whooping joke. She doesn't usually, because, well, she is almost horrible. But Harry and Ron have always been able to crack her up. "Hey guys", I greet them.
"Ooohh great! George is here. Ginny will be down soon. We're an odd number. I can back out now and let you all play!" Hermione says with a new excitement and is just about to run back when Harry grabs her. He isn't the best seeker just for any reason, he really is quick.
"Hermione! You are playing!" He says so and firmly grips her wrist.
Ron holds her free wrist and says" Don't even think about running away from this one". Hermione looks crestfallen. The boys definitely have her held firmly.
"Jeez Hermione. Couldn't you have apparated instead? And they call you the brightest witch of your age", I laugh. The boys laugh at her too.
"I don't think apparating all the time like you used to when you passed your test is a very cool thing. You may like it. But for minor things like this, I prefer to use my body!", she says.
"Say whatever you want to 'mione. You're still stuck between the two of them," I tell her. The boys laugh.
Ginny shows up," Harry! Ron! Why have you both held her so tightly?", clearly shocked to see Hermione held captive by Harry and Ron.
I tell her,"Gin. Change of plans. We're playing a muggle game Harry and Hermione taught us. It's called 'Grip-me-hard-and-win-my-heart'" All of us except Hermione laughs."Let me go you both! I won't run away!"
"Okay, okay", Harry says as he let's go and Ginny walks over to stand by him. They pass each other bright smiles. But as soon as they both let Hermione go, she turns around and smacks both their heads, and from what I see, it wasn't just a normal smack, that must've hurt. "Ouch! 'Mione!" Both Harry and Ron cry out in unison. This time, all of us laugh. "We better start playing. It will be dinner time soon", Ginny points out and both Harry and she start walking towards the field. It isn't actually a field. Dad had modified a patch of empty land to let us play. Little did he know all his children, well-not Percy, were going to be madly in love with the sport. I remember how Fred and I would put up jokes on Percy or throw quaffles at his window so that he would be bound to come out of his room.
I realise I must be frozen in the same position because I hear a bossy voice near me,"Do you want to be smacked in the head, too? Come on!" Hermione and Ron are waiting for me while Harry and Ginny have went on. I run along with them.
"Now, teams?", Harry says. "How about the Golden Trio versus the two Weasleys?", I suggest. "Now really, this isn't necessary you guys-""Hermione shut up!", Harry cuts her pleads before she can even begin.
Ginny passes me a very familiar smirk, "Let's do it and Hermione stop trembling."
Towards, the last minute we had a tied score. But Harry went ahead to catch the snitch so they won. Just as he and Ron were about to give in a celebratory hug, a quaffle came flying and hit Hermione. She fell and we all went after her.
Ron reached her first and he pulled her up straight, as Ginny cried out,"Hermione! You okay?"
"I guess", Hermione whimpered with a blackened eye.
