Harry Potter and the Quidditch Tournament

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. Although I wish I did, then I could pay off my loans for college.



A/n- Ok I know it’s been a really long time since I updated last but I’ve been really busy. I’m working full time (40+ hours per week), plus I’m getting ready to start nursing school. Here is the next chapter. I had it finished about a month ago and gave it to a friend to beta and she lost the disk it was on, so I had to rewrite it completely. Sorry to all who have been waiting.



Chapter 12



Hermione sat next to Harry reading Hogwarts: A History for the hundredth time while Harry read the latest issue of Quidditch Monthly. Harry glanced over at her and watched as she wrapped a lock of curly hair around her finger. Feeling as though she was being watched Hermione glanced over at Harry and smiled.



“Maybe we aught to go get Ron and Luna, since it’s almost dinner time.” Hermione said.

Just then Ron bounded down the stairs with a Luna slowly trailing after. She had her signature dreamy look on her face. Ron plopped down in a chair next to Harry and Hermione.



“So are going down to dinner or not?” Ron asked expectantly.



“We were just on our way up to get you, in case you were preoccupied and forgot about dinner.” Harry replied smirking.



“Ron forget a meal, you have to be kidding.” Hermione piped in. Ron shot her a sour look.



The four teens headed down to the Great Hall. Harry felt like he had a swarm of angry butterflies in his stomach. The closer and closer they got to the Great Hall the worse it got. As if sensing his apprehension Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Harry smiled down at her and brought her hand up to lay a kiss on her knuckles. They walked the rest of the way to the Great Hall hand in hand.



Upon entering they took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. Harry looked around the Great Hall and spotted many anxious faces. ‘I guess I’m not the only one nervous about how try-outs went,’ he thought to himself.



Harry pushed things around on his plate. He couldn’t eat anything. He knew he had done well but he wasn’t sure if it had been good enough. He was also worried about whether or not Ron would make the team.



After a few minutes Prof. Dumbledore stood up and a hush fell over the Great Hall. He cleared his throat.



“If I could have your attention students.” He paused and wait for the conversations to die down. “Thank you.”



“Now, I would just like to congratulate everyone who tried out for the Hogwarts’ quidditch team this morning. All of you did a wonderful job. If you didn’t make the team this year, please don’t be afraid to try out for your house team next year. Now with out further ado, the members on this year’s quidditch team are…” Dumbledore reached into his pocket and pulled out a parchment, which he unfolded and began to read from.



“As chasers we have from Gryffindor Ginevra Weasley, and Katie Bell (I always pictured her as a year younger than Fred and George) and from Slytherin, Blaise Zabini. For beaters we have Justin Finch-Fletchley of Hufflepuff and Terry Boot of Ravenclaw.”



Cheers went up at the Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw house tables. Even the students in Hufflepuff clapped politely.



“For the position of keeper we have Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor and last but not least for seeker we have Harry Potter.”



If it were even possible the Gryffindors cheered even louder than before. Harry felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He looked over and saw that Ron was grinning from ear to ear. He saw Luna come over from the Ravenclaw table to congratulate him.



“Quiet please, quiet.” Dumbledore stated over the noise of the crowd. “Anyone that did not make the quidditch team should talk to Mdm. Hooch to maybe arrange to be on the reserve team.



“You will practice with the regular team and should something happen to one of the players during a match you would go in to replace them.”



After the announcement Harry seemed to regain his appetite and began dishing a healthy serving of chicken pie onto his plate. After he was finished he and Hermione excused themselves from the table.



“I just knew you could do it Harry.” Hermione said smiling at him. Harry returned the smile and put and arm abound her shoulder.



“Don’t I even get a congratulatory kiss?” Harry asked. Hermione leaned up to whisper in his ear.



“I think we would get into trouble if I gave you your congratulations out here” Hermione said innocently. Harry just shuddered.



“I think I like that idea better” Harry said and he took off running pulling Hermione after him.



“What’s the rush Harry?” Hermione questioned. “Do you have somewhere important to be?”



He didn’t say a word until he got to Gryffindor Tower when he yelled the password to a slightly disgruntled Fat Lady. She muttered something about “rude, hormonal teenagers.” Hermione had to stifle her laughter at that.



They had left the Great Hall in such a rush that Hermione noticed that they were the only ones back in the common room.



“Come on Harry; let’s go up to your room so we won’t be interrupted.” Hermione told him. She didn’t have to tell him twice.



“Not that I don’t want to but don’t you think that everyone else will be coming back shortly?” Harry questioned. He didn’t want Hermione to face his roommates when they decided to come up to their room.



She answered his question by placing silencing and locking charms on the door and one other charm that Harry didn’t recognize. Noticing his puzzled look Hermione explained that the last was an aversion charm.



“When they get near the door they’ll suddenly remember that they left something in the common room.” Hermione finished smiling. “No we don’t have to worry about any interruptions.”



“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed as he pressed his lips against hers. Hermione quickly melted into the kiss and gasped as Harry ran his hands down her back to cup her ass. Hermione quickly went to work untucking his shirt and threw it to the floor. They paused shortly to remove their shoes.



Harry pulled her shirt off over her head as he backed them up to fall onto the bed together. Hermione moaned as Harry massaged her breast through her bra before raising her slightly to remove the offending garment. He pulled off his pants and threw them towards his trunk. His boxers soon joined them.



Harry reached down and started tugging Hermione’s skirt and knickers down her legs. She rose slightly to make it easier for him. Harry tossed her skirt over towards where his clothes lay piled on the floor and gazed down at her.



Hermione felt herself flush with the heat of his gaze. With just that look, she felt like Harry only saw her in that moment. She was torn from her thought when Harry slowly started to enter her. Hermione could not believe how perfectly they seemed to fit together.



Afterwards they lay exhausted on Harry’s bed. Hermione lay with her head on Harry’s chest and his arms around her. Once they could move again Hermione started gathering her clothes and headed into the bathroom to shower. When she returned from the bathroom dressed, she saw Harry was asleep. ‘He looks so sweet when he’s sleeping’ she thought grinning.



She went and kissed him on the cheek and started removing the wards that they had placed on the door. She glanced one last time back at Harry and left for her room.



When she got down to the common room she got a few knowing looks from her roommates and had to fight to keep the blush off her face. She headed up to get her books from her dorm room so she could finish an essay for Prof. Snape’s class. She planted herself at a table near the fireplace.



About half an hour later Harry came down with his books. Hermione noticed that he had a grin plastered on his face. Hermione could not help but smile. It amazed her that after all Harry had gone through and all that he was now responsible for that he could still smile like he had not a care in the world.



She sat in relative silence as they both sat and worked on their homework. Soon Ron and Luna sat a joined them, although Luna was working on a transfiguration essay. The silence was broken when Ron stomach growled.



“Honesty Ron, we just had dinner a little over two hours ago.” Hermione said jokingly.



“It’s still before curfew, why don’t we go down to the kitchens and get a snack?” Ron said hopefully.



“Alright, but only because it’s still before curfew and I need to get back to my dorm.” Luna told him. They all began packing their things away and start out the portrait hole to the kitchens.



As they passed the abandon girls bathroom, which was the frequent home of Myrtle, Harry’s thoughts turned to the events of second year and the Chamber of Secrets. He wondered if the basilisk’s body was still down there. The more he thought about it the more it seemed more likely that it was still there. He was the only one that could open the door to the chamber unless someone else spoke parseltongue.



“Hermione, I need to check something out on our way back from the kitchens. We need to stop Myrtles bathroom.” Harry told her. Hermione gave him a questioning look and Ron, hearing the comment, paled slightly. He didn’t have very good memories of the place.



“I haven’t visited Myrtle in a while; we used to have the most interesting talks.” Luna added. None of the Trio looked surprised at this revelation. Though, how anyone could get Myrtle to stop crying long enough to have a conversation with was a mystery.



When they entered the kitchen they were immediately approached by half a dozen eager house elves. After requesting a small bedtime snack, they were led over to a small table in the corner which was then covered in different types of sweets by the elves. Ron looked as though in heaven.



Harry grabbed a piece of pumpkin cake which he proceeded to share with Hermione. It wasn’t as good as Mrs. Weasley’s but it was excellent. Hermione giggled when he got a bit of frosting on his nose. Reaching for a napkin handed it to him and pointed to his nose. He smiled at her and wiped his face.



Ron suddenly broke the silence by letting out a loud belch. “Excuse me” he mumbled after a stern “Ronald” from Luna.



“Tempus” Hermione muttered. 8:35 “We better hurry if we want to be back before curfew.”



After thanking the house-elves the four teens trouped out of the kitchens and followed Luna towards the Ravenclaw common room. Hermione and Harry stopped a few meters from the entrance to give Ron and Luna a little privacy.



Ron walked back towards them a few minutes later and Harry could not help but chuckle quietly at the redhead’s appearance. His lips were slightly swollen and his hair was mussed, it was obvious that he had been snogged well while saying good bye to Luna.



On their way back to the common room they saw a light coming out of a partially open door way to an old abandon class room. Silently they crept towards it and peaked in to see where the light was coming from.



Inside the room they saw Draco Malfoy with his two goons whispering over a parchment, but they could barely make out what they were saying. They caught snippets of the conversation. Malfoy said something about “quidditch” and “a plan” but that was all they heard before the rooms occupants gathered up the parchments spread on the table and headed towards the door.



Harry, Ron and Hermione ducked into an alcove hidden in shadows as the Slytherins head back towards the dungeons.



“They’ll never know what hit them!” Malfoy exclaimed as they rounded the corner. He didn’t even notice as one of the parchments he was carrying fluttered out of his arms onto the ground. Hermione spotted it and quickly pocketed it before he could notice its disappearance.



Once back in the common room the golden trio sat down at a table to examine the parchment that was of such interest to the Slytherin boys. The parchment turned out to be a map of what appeared to be Mdm. Hooch’s office and the place where the quidditch balls were stored was clearly marked.



Along the edges of the map were some hastily scribbled notes about a hex to direct a bludger to attack a certain person. Malfoy apparently didn’t like the fact that he had been passed over for the seeker position and planed to take Harry out so her would be unable to play.



“Well, any idea on what to do about this?” Ron asked, finally breaking the silence.



“We should probably go to Dumbledore to tell him about Malfoy’s plan,” Harry replied. He couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked expressions on his friend’s faces.



“Did you just suggest we go to the headmaster before we tried to handle this on our own?” Hermione asked him in disbelief. “Ok, who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend.”



“Ha ha, very funny. Seriously though, if we tell Dumbledore and he catches Malfoy at something, especially something like that, there’s a chance he could get expelled,” said Harry gleefully.



Ron smirked, obviously thinking of finally getting Malfoy back for all the cracks about his family.



“We can go see the head master after classes tomorrow. I’ve got Ancient Runes last so I’ll meet you both in the Library and we can go to Dumbledore together.” Hermione stated firmly. “Well, it getting rather late, I’m off to bed.”



“Good night, Love,” Harry said giving her a chaste kiss. Hermione grinned at him and went up to bed. “We should probably head up too. It Remus’ class first thing in the morning and as much as he likes us I don’t think he would appreciate us falling asleep in his class.”



Harry and Ron headed up the stairs to their dorms. They laughed when they saw that Dean was hanging half on, half off his bed, and was in danger of falling off onto his head. Harry muttered “Wingardium Leviosa” and gently righted him on the bed.



They changed into their pajamas and climbed into their beds. Harry lay in bed thinking that his occlumency shielding must be getting really good because he hadn’t felt so much as a twinge from his scar. Just as he was beginning to drift off to sleep his scar burst in excruciating pain as he was pulled into a vision.



Voldemort sat on an intimidating looking ebony chair. In a semicircle in front of him stood nearly two dozen witches and wizards all dress in uniform black robes and matching white masks.



“My loyal followers, after your failure at the Department of Mysteries and debated on whether or not you were worthy of keeping you pathetic lives. I’ve decided that it would not be worth the effort it would take to kill you. I will not accept such failure again. I have learned from my spy at Hogwarts that the Potter brat has become closer to the Mudblood. I want you to bring her to me, alive. Potter will rush off to save her just as he did for his pitiable excuse for a godfather. The one who brings her to me can have her once Potter has lured here.” Voldemort laughed sinisterly. “Now, Narsissa, I believe you have some information for me from your son.....” And so it went with all the Death Eater’s present, most of whom seemed to have children who attended Hogwarts.



“My lord,” Snape said bowing to kiss the hem of Voldemort’s robe as he came forward. ”You have no doubt been informed of the awaited arrival of the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The traitor Karkaroff should be with them. Why not make an example of him.”



“Excellent idea, Severus; since it was your idea you shall be in charge of bringing him to me. I still do not trust your loyalty completely.” Voldemort looked almost pleased, which was always a dangerous thing. “Oh, and Severus? Crucio, you have become far too impertinent, and your usefulness as a spy is wearing thin.”



Snape’s screams filled the air as Harry’s thoughts faded to blackness.



Harry sat up in his bed in a cold sweat, reaching for his glasses. He could still feel the echoes of the Cruciatus and hear Snape screams ringing in his ears. It took him a few minutes to get his breathing under control. It wasn’t as if the vision itself was particularly scary, just the though of that evil bastard getting his scaly hands on his Hermione made skin crawl. He immediately reached for a parchment and quill and wrote down all that he could remember to tell Dumbledore when they went to talk to him the next day. Harry removed his glasses and a few minutes later was sound asleep.

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Next Wednesday is my last day of my full time job and I have about two weeks before I start school and a new part time job. If anyone has any suggestions on some names for the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students, it would be appreciated.