Harry Potter and the Quidditch Tournament

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Ok, it\'s been a really long time since I updated but I\'ve been really busy with college and work. I hope that y\'all like this new chapter, I thought it was really funny. Just so you know, in the next couple of chapters it\'s going to get a little darker, so be forewarned.
Maggie36


Chapter 11-Quidditch Tryouts

Harry woke up the next morning and found his arm pinned underneath Hermione. He looked over and saw her hair was fanned out around her head and she had a ghost of a smile on her face. As if she could sense that someone was watching her sleep, Hermione began to stir and slowly her eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning,” Harry said. “I hope you slept well last night.”

“I slept just fine u som someone decided to steal the covers.” Hermione told him, grinning. Harry looked kind of sheepish. He started to say something but was cut off when the curtains around his bed were flung open.

“Harry mate, get up! We have to get ready...” Ron said but when he saw that Hermione was in bed with Harry he yelled, “Hermione, what in the bloody hell are you doing in here?!”

Both Hermione and Harry shot out of bed. With all the noise that Ron was making the rest of the boys in the dorm woke up. When they noticed Hermione scrambling out of Harry’s bed, Neville’s jaw dropped, and Seamus and Dean had knowing grins on their faces.

“Ron, this is not what it looks like!” Harry managed to get out, trying to calm the other boy down.

“So you mean to tell me that Hermione is not here and she didn’t just get out of your bed? What was it then, a figment of my imagination? ” Ron said incredulously, his voice lowered slightly from the volume it was before.

“Well yes Hermione was in my bed, but it was completely innocent. We were just sleeping.” Harry said defensively. During the exchange between the two Hermione had sat back down on Harry’s bad and had her face in her hands.

“What were you thinking? You’re lucky I was the one that found you and not McGonagall. Hermione could have lost her prefect status.” Ron scolded. Hermione’s head snapped up at this. ‘Oh no, I didn’t even think of that.’ She thought ae fee felt tears start to build up in her eyes. She looked around and when she saw the looks that Seamus and Dean were giving Harry she felt anger building.

“You two can wipe those smug grins off your faces. You need to get your minds out of the gutter.” Hermione snarled at them. “And if you even think of telling anyone, well let’s just say that I know some hexes that can make sure you never have children.”

The two boys’ faces immediately went from smug grins to horror and fear. Hermione merely smirked at their expressions. She had been lying when she said that she would do that but the boys hadn’t known it.

“Harry, remind me to never make her mad. She’s down right scary when she’s angry.” Neville stuttered out.

“Harry, I should probably get back to my dorm before Parvati and Lavender wake up.” Hermione said. She pressed her lips to Harry’s in a chaste kiss and headed out the door.

“Harry,” Seamus said seriously, “Are you sure you’re up to tryouts this morning?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I am.” Harry replied defensively.

“I just figured that with Hermione here last night you would just want catch up on your sleep today.” Seamus told him, trying to keep a straight face. Harry grabbed the pillow off his bed and threw it at Seamus’ head as hard as he could.

“I am never going to live this down, am I?” Harry groaned. Ron just shook his head as Harry headed off to shower and d.
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As Harry was pulling on his arm guards, the rest of his dorm mates headed down to breakfast. He could hardly ever eat before a game and today’s tryouts were no different. He nervously paced the common room waiting for the clock to strike 9:00. At half past 8 Hermione came back from breakfast and took out a book to read.

“Harry, can you please stop pacing back and forth? You’re making me dizzy.” Hermione said. “Come sit down. You really have nothing to worry about. You’re a great quidditch player and as long as you try your best you’ll be fine.” Harry sat down on the couch next to her. “I know you’re right but I just can’t help getting so nervous.” Harry said.

Harry glanced up at the clock. 8: 45. “I guess I should head down to the pitch for tryouts.” He said.

“Umm Harry…Aren’t you forgetting something?” Hermione asked him in an amused voice.

“What are you talking about ‘Mione?” came Harry’s voice from over by the portrait hole. He could hear her giggling from her seat by the fire.

“Unless you plan to sprout wings so you can play quidditch, you might want to go get your broom.” Hermione said smirking. Harry groaned when he realized his mistake and dashed up the stairs to get his Firebolt. When he came back down to the common room he saw that Hermione was waiting for him by the portrait hole.

“Coming to make sure I don’t kill myself out there?” Harry asked as they headed out of the portrait hole. Hermione smiled as he reached down and laced his fingers with hers.

“No, I’ve seen you play plenty of times, and I trust that you won’t try anything stupid enough to get yourself killed.” Hermione replied. “The only reason I’m going,” Hermione leaned over to whisper into his ear, “is because of those lovely quidditch pants you wear.”

Hermione smirked as a slight blush crept up Harry’s face. “Miss Granger have you been staring at my arse?” Harry asked with an amused smile.

Expecting her to be embarrassed he was surprised when she just smirked at him and said, “Why wouldn’t I be staring, especially when such a cute arse is all mine.”

Harry didn’t know whether he should be embarrassed about her compliment or shocked that he admitted that she was staring. He was pulled from his thoughts when they got to the pitch. While he was talking to Hermione on the way down to the pitch all the butterflies had left his stomach, but now that he was there they all came back in a mad frenzy.

“Good luck Harry, I know you’ll do well.” Hermione said. She pulled Harry down for a fierce kiss. “For luck” She said when she saw Harry’s questioning look.

“Getting a good by kiss form your mudblood before you get killed on the pitch Potter?” Draco sneered as he walked up to the edge of the pitch, Pansy hanging on his arm, surrounded by the Slytherin quidditch team. “After that display I don’t think I’ll be able to eat for a week.” Pansy said with disgust.

“Afraid your going to miss getting doggy treat when ever you do a trick, Pug-face?” Hermione snapped he ohe other girl. She could see Blaise Zabini turn his laughter into a cough when Draco turned and glared at him.

“My father got me a Firebolt, Potter. So now that you don’t have the better broom the better player’s going to win.” Draco spat out.

“Gryffindors, Slytherins, we’re starting try-outs now and anyone not here in the next thirty seconds doesn’t get to.” Mdm. Hooch cut in, ending the argument before it could get out of hand.

Hermione spotted Luna sitting in the stands and went over to join her. Luna had on a pair of her homemade earrings that flashed ‘Weasley is my King’ in red and gold lettering. She was reading a copy of The Quibbler, only this time she was reading it right-side up.

“This summer my father got some pictures of a crumple-horned snorkack (a/n I think that’s how it’s spelled but correct me if I’m wrong); would you like to read the article?” Luna asked in her dreamy voice.

“Erm…not right now Luna, maybe later.” Hermione replied. “Do you know what order the tryouts are in?”

“I think Mdm. Hooch said that first up are Keepers, then Chaser, followed by Beaters, and Seekers last.” Luna said with out looking up from her magazine.

There were about six people trying out for Keeper in all. The first two students to try out were a 4th year Hufflepuff boy and a 6th year Ravenclaw girl. Out of twenty shots they caught five and nine respectively. The next three were the Keeper from the house team from Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, and they each saved twelve out of twenty.

Finally it was Ron’s turn. Hermione and Luna were on the edge of their seats. Ron had obviously been practicing over the summer; since he saved the first ten that were shots that were made. After that it looked as though he was loosing a little of his momentum when the next five shots soared past him.

“Come on Ronald, you can do it.” Luna yelled. Hearing the encouragement from his girlfriend made Ron redirect his effort and he easily saved the next four. Ron, who was resting in front of the left goal after saving the last quaffle from going in, waited for the last shot. Suddenly Mdm. Hooch, who had charmed the quaffles to shoot towards the goals, aimed the quaffle at the right hoop. Ron streaked over, and just when it looked like he was going to miss, he pulled off a perfect Starfish and Stick maneuver and made the save.

Everyone cheered, even the other players trying out. Mdm. Hooch announced that Prof. Dumbledore would be announcing the results annernner that night. The tryout for chaser went fine, although Hermione was surprised to see Ginny trying out.

Beater tryouts, on the other hand, were definitely more eventful. Two of the players paired together got a little over enthusiastic and ended up hitting Marietta Edgecomb, breaking her nose and she had to be rushed to the hospital wing. The rest of the beater tryouts were free from injury.

It was nearly noon when it was finally time for the Seeker tryouts. Only three people were trying out for Seeker, Harry, Draco, and Cho. Luna had to restrain Hermione from going down to the pitch and beating Cho to a bloody pulp when she kissed Harry on the cheek to wish him luck.

The tryouts for seeker were much simpler than the tryouts for the other positions were. Mdm. Hooch just released the snitch for each player and cast a timer spell that would stop when they caught the snitch.

Cho went first and it her her nearly thirty minutf sef searchuntiuntil she finally caught the snitch. She would have caught it sooner if she would have paid more attention to looking for it then she did trying to show off. Draco took a considerably less amount of time. His time of fifteen minutes was going to be pretty hard to beat.

Last up was Harry, who looked as though he might be sick at any moment from nerves. As soon as the snitch was released Harry took ofterfter it. After what seemed like seconds but was in reality a few minutes Harry caught the snitch.

“That was only about four or five minutes!” Hermione told Luna excitedly. She raced down to the pitch and pulled I Harry into a fierce hug when he landed. “You were so great! I’m so proud of you!”

Harry grabbed Hermione around the waist and spun them both around, both laughing the entire time. “What do you say we head inside and get some lunch? After all that playing I’m starving.” He said.

Harry and Hermione walked back up to the school, hand-in-hand, alongside Rona and Luna. As they were walking up people would pass them and tell Ron and Harry how great they had played. “You two may have played really well, but don’t let it go to your heads. The position for egotistical jerk is already filled by Malfoy.” Hermione told the boys.

After lunch Hermione told them, quidditch stars or not, they still had to work on their homework, and they all headed of to the library to work on an essay for Transfiguration. They worked for hours until the boys claimed that if they had to look through one more book on the dangers of human transfiguration, their eyes would fout.out.

“Alright, I guess you guys have earned a break. Why don’t we head back to the common room and play a game of wizard’s chess?” Hermione suggested.

On the way back Ron saw Luna and invited her to come back to the Gryffindor common room with them. Once they got there Ron excused he and Luna and they heaup tup to his dorm.

“Ron and Luna are just so sweet together, don’t you think Harry?” Hermione said as she watched them head up the stairs. “It’s so cute the way Luna already has him wrapped around her little finger.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell Ron that. He wouldn’t want to admit it but he really likes her a lot.” Harry replied.

(A/n) Ok, I’m ending the chapter there because other wise it will just go on forever, and plus it’s almost dinner time and I’m hungry. I have the next chapter finished and I’ll be posting it when I’m home on Wednesday or Thursday. As always please review.