➵ Choice ➵ {DM and HP)

➵ Chapter 9 ➵

"He's a git that's what he is," I say decisively.

Hermione laughs, "That he is."

"Just think of him as a ferret, it works for me," I offer, grinning at the thought.

"You heard about that?!" Hermione says, between laughs.

"Yeah from Quinn, and I would've paid big money to see it."

Hermione smiles, "It was his face afterwards that was priceless, you'd have thought he'd seen Dumbledore naked."

I cringe, "Oh I really don't need that image in my head at the moment."

Hermione opens her mouth to say something else but then she sees something behind me and points.

"Oh, look here they come!"

I turn to see a giant group of red and gold clad students emerge from the multicolored tent on the left side of the stadium. My eyes are instantly drawn to the tall redheads at the front of the group, and to the large bats they carry in their hands.

"Fred and George are the Gryffindor Beaters?" I ask Hermione.

"Yes, and they're very good at it,"  Hermione adds.

"That doesn't bode well for anyone, does it?" I joke and she shakes her head.

"They've caused many injuries over the years— Oh look there's Harry and Ron!" Hermione points.

I turn and my eyes find the recognizable fiery red hair of Ron and next to him, the dark unruly hair of Harry. They are whispering between themselves, following behind a tall girl with dark hair tied up in a ponytail, who looks to be leading the pack.

"HARRY! RON!" Hermione yells, almost breaking my eardrums.

They look up and she waves enthusiastically, making me smile at her excitement. I meet Harry's eyes and give him a small wave, which he returns with a smile.

"Are you trying out for the Ravenclaw team?" I hear Hermione's voice and snap back to focus on her.

"Yes, but not by choice. More to support a friend," I explain as we watch the gold and red team circle up.

"Have you played before at your old school?" Hermione questions.

"Not on the team, but I taught myself. I don't expect to make it on the team, I'll be moral support," I say. "Do you play?"

Hermione shakes her head as the team takes off, becoming brightly colored blurs in the sky, "No, I'm more moral support too."

We fall into a comfortable silence as we watch the team fly around, passing around the quaffle and hitting the bludgers. Hermione is different than I thought. She isn't hyper and annoying like I first thought, she seems calmer, more thoughtful.

I should probably stop judging people off of first impressions. I know for a fact that I'm never very charming during first impressions.

"I know Harry's the seeker, what's Ron trying out for?" I ask, watching Ron fly around the stadium with a couple of other students.

"Keeper, ever since Oliver Wood left, they've needed a new one," Hermione responds, then she points. "Oh look there goes Harry!"

I follow her signal and spot Harry just as he speeds past us, a blur of gold and red. He soars around the pitch for 30 seconds or so before he stops, holding the glinting snitch high in the air. We clap and I say to Hermione,

"I see why he's on the team."

The rest of the tryouts are entertaining, especially when the captain, Angelina Johnson, forces Fred and George to sit on the side, because they wouldn't stop sending bludgers in the second year's directions.