Grace looked forward to the Easter holiday's, it was always a nice break from classes, and the weather was always fair and enjoyable. This year, however, they were not relaxing. She, and everyone else in her year, all had so much homework that she was ready to collapse from exhaustion every time she and Neville entered the common room after spendinghoursin the library studying.

"Call this a holiday!" Seamus roared in frustration one evening in the common room, pushing a book away in exhaustion. "The exams areagesaway! What're they playing at?"

"It's only going to get worse," Grace muttered sadly as she reviewed Neville's Charms essay, while he reviewed her Herbology one. "Just think about Fifth year when we have to take our O.W.L. exams-"

"Oh hush, Gracie, we don' need to think about tha' right now!" Seamus groaned.

But she did agree with him, it was a tad much since exams were two months away. She even asked Remus why he had assigned a monster length essay, when he knew they were drowning in other classes, but he just smiled and nudged her along. However, no one had as much work to do as Hermione did. Honestly, Grace didn't know how Hermione was doing everything. Her friend was so overworked that Grace and Ron took it upon themselves to take over Buckbeaks appeal, when they weren't doing their own work that is. Then she looked at poor Harry, who looked so exhausted. Not just from classes and homework, but from the brutal practices that Wood has scheduled.

Tensions were high between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and that tension spread to the whole school. There's never been a match so highly anticipated as the one between Gryffindor and Slytherin, she even asked Remus if there had been one when he was in school, and to her surprise he admitted there wasn't, and even he was anxious to see the outcome.

It was the night before the match, and for once everyone had abandoned everything due to the high anxiety for the next day. Even Hermione put down her books and tried to relax. "I can't work, I can't concentrate," she told them nervously.

"Yeah, my stomach is in knots and I feel like I'm going to vomit," Grace sighed as she leaned into Harry's side, who rested an arm around her shoulder and rubbed it gently. "Can't imagine how you must be feeling, Harry," she added, glancing up at him, and he nodded numbly. She reached up and squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back.

"You're going to be fine," Hermione assured him, though she looks like she didn't quite believe her own words since she looked the same way that Grace felt.

"Yeah, you've got theFirebolt!" Ron reminded him.

"Yeah..." Harry sighed, feeling nauseous.

"Team! Bed!" Oliver Wood called and Harry sighed and pulled away from Grace to stand up.

The next day when Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great hall, everyone (except Slytherins of course, as they hissed) erupted in applause. He grinned as he took a seat next to Grace, who was wearing his practice jersey again. He felt his stomach flip as she grinned at him, already wearing a red and gold zero and seven on her cheeks.

"Good luck, Harry!" Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker, said to Harry with a smile as she passed. Harry blushed. This didn't go unnoticed by Grace. She felt her stomach plummet at the look on his face. A sour taste filled her mouth as she scowled at her food, suddenly no longer hungry.

"You okay?" Harry asked her, nudging her with his elbow.

"I'm fine," she replied shortly and moved away from him. He frowned in confusion, then turned to Ron looking for an explanation but he looked as confused as Harry, and all he did was shrug. Then he turned to Hermione, who was on the other side of Grace, and she was giving him a cold look too.

"What?" He asked her but she just looked away from him and leaned in closer to Grace to whisper something in her ear. He turned to Ron, who shrugged. Girls.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked quietly as she, Grace, and Ron made their way to the Gryffindor stands.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Grace replied, even though she knew exactly what Hermione was asking and why.

"Grace..." she said softly.

"Harry is allowed to like whoever he wants, even if it's a stuck up, seeker who can't try to find a snitch on her own and has to piggyback off Harry and try to cut him off," Grace huffed and Ron turned to look at them confused. "If that's his type."

"No!" Ron gasped, gaping at Grace. Grace looked away, her cheeks burning red. "YoufancyHarry!" he exclaimed loudly, grabbing the attention of some of the other Gryffindors and they turned to look at them. Grace's face turned bright red as she glared at Ron. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly, his ears turning red. She glared and pushed past him.

"Good going, Ron!" Hermione hissed as she followed after her.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, as he followed. "Oi! You lot! Forget what I just said and focus on the match! Its starting soon!"

"Like that'll help," Grace grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"They'll forget I said anything once the match starts," Ron said, and she glared at him. "Why didn't you tell me! I asked you weeks ago and everything!"

"Yeah, because I'm going to tell you that I fancy your best friend!"

"I mean, you're my friend too! Well, I mean, you're my cousin, but you're also my friend! We've been friends forever, Gracie!"

"Well I thought you wouldn't really appreciate me talking about how cute I find it when Harry's hair sticks up no matter how many times he tries to fix it," she started. "Or that I like how his eyes light up when he smiles. Or that my heart races and I get butterflies every time he grabs my hand. Or that I got so nervous during the last Frog Choir performance that I nearly threw up in front of everyone because he was smiling at me. Or – "

"Alright!I get it!" Ron exclaimed, his ears turning red. "You don't need to tell me about any of that," he muttered. "Still would've been nice to know."

"Well youdon'tneed to know," Grace nodded shortly and turned to the Quidditch pitch. "The match is about to start," she said, nodding to pitch as Lee Jordan began announcing the teams.

This was the dirtiest matches of Quidditch, Grace probably has ever seen. She held onto Ron's hand so tightly he had to tell her to let go before she broke it. Then he switched places with Seamus, and Hermione moved to stand next to Ron as Neville took her place. Both of them needed to give their hands a break.

"Breathe, Gracie!" Neville told her as he wrenched his hand from her grip, rubbing it gently. "You're going to pass out if you don't!"

"I'll breathe once we win this match," she said nervously staring at the field as a bludger narrowly missed Harry's head.

"BLOODY HELL! THAT'S CHEATING!" Grace screamed, pointing to Malfoy who had grabbed onto Harry's broom. "THAT BLOODY-" Grace swore so loudly that the third year Gryffindors were glad that Lee Jordan's protests echoed the pitch, because they were sure that Grace's would've gotten them a talking too by one of the teachers. "LET'S GO HARRY! YOU'VE GOT THIS!" She cheered as she saw Harry zoom past her. She saw the Snitch, and knew that Harry saw it too. Harry and Malfoy were neck and neck, and she screamed. "YES!"She pushed herself through the sea of people and made her way down to the pitch as fast as she could.

Grace ran into Harry, wrapping her arms around him tightly and kissed both of his cheeks from joy. "YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! WE'VE GOT THE CUP! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" She cheered, kissing his cheek again. Harry's face turned red as he grinned at her, the cheers of everyone else drowning to the sound of her voice.

That night, Gryffindor had a party that rivaled the last one. The music blared, the Twins brought cases of Butterbeer and Pumpkin Fizz, some of the older students shared Firewhiskey amongst each other. Grace laughed as Fred spun her around as they danced to a song byThe Weird Sisters. When the song ended, Fred bowed dramatically to her before turning to Angelina Johnson. Grace turned around and looked for her next dance victim. She grinned when saw Ron.

"Ron!" She shouted over the music. He turned to look at her with wide eyes, fearing that she was going to hurt him after earlier. "Let's go!" She grinned, pulling his arm toward the dancing crowd.

"Oi, do I have to!?" He asked, cringing at the thought.

"Yes!"

"Why don't you ask Harry?" Ron suggested, pulling his arm from her grip. "He'll dance with you!"

"What?" Harry blinked, looking at Ron with horror. "I – what?"

"Dance with me, Harry!" Grace grinned as she pulled on Harry's hand.

"I – but – okay," Harry sighed in defeat but couldn't fight the smile from his face. He stood awkwardly as Grace moved in beat with the music, letting her lead. He spun her around, making her laugh loudly, her head falling back. He couldn't help but smile softly as he watched her. She looked happy, carefree and... andpretty. Harry frowned, at the thought. Sure, Grace was pretty, but he also thought Hermione was pretty, they were his friends... but he looked at Grace again, who was moving their arms to the beat of the music, he couldn't help but think she was more than just pretty.

"Are you okay?" She asked, pulling him closer to her.

"Er, yeah, I'm fine," he assured her with a smile.

"Good! Because you won the Quidditch cup, you're not allowed to frown!" She teased. Harry smiled and shook his head as he spun her around again.