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109| Now you Know

''𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡.''

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝘆𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀. With some encouragement by McGonagall, of course. The team was in dire need of players, especially since more then half of them were gone. Hermione and I are currently at the pitch. She dragged me along because she said that we should be there for Harry and Ron. But I'm guessing she just wanted to see Ron in Quidditch uniform.

 Not that I didn't suggest that out loud. 

She thought I was crazy and smacked my arm, so I didn't continue. A few other people were sitting on the benches, either watching the Gryffindor's below or minding their own business. I had noted how many guys had came to tryout, Ginny being the only girl. No doubt she's going to be on the team this year. 

''Hermione, quit freaking out. It's making me get chills.'' I shivered, goosebumps running down my spine.  

''Sorry.'' She said, giving me an apologetic look. 

''It's fine. And don't worry, Ron won't get hurt.'' 

''What?'' She looked back to me with an incredious look. ''Oh, no, no. That's not why I'm worried.''

I hummed in response. Not believing a word of it. 

''I'm just worried that Harry won't get a good team this year.'' She quickly made up. I've got to say, that was absolutely ridiculous. 

''Why would you be worried about that? Look,'' I pointed down to the pitch, where most of the guys were playing around. Ron was standing with his helmet on, waiting for Harry to start tryouts. Poor guy. Ginny was standing next to Harry, almost like she was there for support. ''He's got Ron and Ginny. The twins and I have trained both of them.'' 

''Why aren't you down there?'' Hermione asked, throwing her hand in the air to gesture down at the feild. 

''I quit, remember?'' 

''What?'' She almost shouted back. ''Why? I thought you loved Quidditch!'' She wasn't wrong. I did love Quidditch and I still do. I was the youngest player alongside Harry, becoming best friends with Oliver Wood till this day. Not to mention best friend to Marcus Flint, who is currently rotting away in an office at the Ministry. I should contact him soon. 

''I never told you?'' 

''No. Do they know?'' She asked, implying on Harry and Ron. 

''Well, I hope they do. You don't see me down there and in uniform with a broom in my hand, do you?'' I leaned forward, my forearms against my knees. Hermione shook her head with a sigh, a head upon her forehead. 

''You never answered why.'' She responded. 

I scooted closer to Hermione, being wary about the other students around us. Anyone could be listening, though they already know what we're talking about anyway.