Hermione’s eyes danced excitedly, just like she had
solved an important mystery. “I
think I know who the new Chaser might be.”
Ginny’s own eyes widened.
Hermione was undoubtedly the smartest witch in her year,
Ginny didn’t expect that her friend would be the one to blow her cover,
not with only two days left until the tryouts.
“Oh,” Ginny replied, hoping she added just the right
amount of curiosity in her tone.
“Who is it, then?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” whispered Hermione. “I think it’s great! We need more women on the Quidditch teams and
it would just irk Ron to no end!”
Ginny was flabbergasted.
“Who are you talking about?”
Hermione shot her a knowing look. “Who do you think?”
“How did you figure it out?” Ginny looked around, making sure no one was listening in to the
“Oh, please. I’ve
seen you fly. You make that
old Shooting Star of Charlie’s look like a Firebolt when you hop on
it!” Hermione praised. “Besides,
I knew there just had to be a reason that the identity was kept secret.”
Ginny was torn between horror and embarrassment at
the compliment from her friend. “You
really do think I can do it, then?”
Before Hermione could reply, Ron and Harry both plopped
down in the vacant chairs across
from the girls. “Damn
it!” said Ron angrily. “That old slimy git made us scrub the entire
dungeon floor! On our hands and knees!” Ron held up his hands, which were indeed very
grimy and very red. Blisters
were starting to form on his palms.
“I won’t be able to hold a quill for a week!”
Harry nodded as he too held his hands up for inspection.
“That’s the last time we ever try to sneak out of Potions class
to go meet the team for a bit of extra practice!” he added forcefully.
“Silly idea as well,” Hermione scolded. “What on earth possessed you two to go have
Quidditch practice right in the middle of the day?”
“Well…” began Ron, glancing slyly at Hermione. “We were actually going to sneak down to Hooch’s
office to see if we could find the name of the new Chaser.”
exclaimed, her mouth nearly touching her toes.
She should’ve never had this stupid idea in the first place,
if she only knew all the trouble it was going to cause.
“Well, we’re dying to know who it is!” Harry defended. “I mean why on earth would anyone want to keep it a secret, unless
it was something terribly important?”
Ron, meanwhile, was studying his girlfriend, who
suddenly was very, very fascinated with her homework.
“What do you know, Hermione?”
He asked, taking the quill from her to get her attention.
“Ron! Give that back!”
Ron’s long arms held it out of her reach.
“Oh, come on! I know you know something. You’ve got that glint in your eye!” Ginny was suddenly terrified. The main reason she wanted her identity kept
secret was because if before the week was ended, and she had come
to her senses, she could easily back out, with no one the wiser.
“I do not!” Hermione scoffed. “I know nothing more
about this than you do.” That
must have appeased Ron because he handed back her quill and with a
quick kiss to her cheek, was off to take a shower.
Ginny turned to find Harry staring at her. I must have it written on my face, she
thought miserably. “What is
it, Harry?” she asked.
Harry blinked. “Oh,
nothing,” he said hurriedly. “I need to go take a shower too. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” And he was off,
going up the stairs leading to the boys’ dormitory.
Ginny stared after him.
He had been acting strangely lately.
”So, anyway, I think this is great,” Hermione continued, as if they
had never been interrupted by the presence of Ron and Harry. “Ron absolutely hates it when I know something he doesn’t.
This’ll drive him nuts!” Hermione was grinning madly.
Ginny couldn’t help it.
She grinned too. “I’m glad I can bring so much joy to my friends’
Ginny could barely keep her mind concentrated on
her work on Friday. The tryouts
began in only a few hours time. What
in Heaven’s name possessed her to do such a stupid thing?
She was probably going to fall straight off the broom or do
some other silly thing in front of Harry and the rest of the team. As the time drew nearer, Ginny felt like she
swallowed a whole tub of flobberworms.
She hardly ate any lunch, just stirred the food around on her
plate as she listened to the rest of the Gryffindors talk animatedly
about the identity of the Chaser.
At three-thirty, Ginny walked up to the common room,
her bag slung over her shoulder.
Hermione met her at the portrait hole.
“Ready Ginny!” Hermione was almost dancing.
“I guess so,” she replied, thinking about how nice
it would be just to curl up in her bed and die.
“Well, come on then!
We’ve only got enough time to get your things.” Hermione dragged her up the stairs to get her
things. Ten minutes later,
they were leaving the common room, her broom swung over her shoulder. It was funny how the room was empty; she hadn’t
seen a Gryffindor in sight.
The march to the Quidditch Pitch was a long one. Several times, Ginny almost turned back, Hermione
stubbornly dragging her down to the stands.
“Come off it, Ginny!
You’re just a bit nervous.
It’ll be alright!” Ginny
prayed she was right.
Things were not alright.
Ginny nearly passed out when they reached the pitch. The blood drained from her face as she stared
at the stands. Normally, there
would be only the members of the team and Madam Hooch presiding over
the tryouts, but there, in the stands, was the entire Gryffindor House,
murmuring and whispering and giggling.
way. We are turning right around, Hermione.” Ginny jerked out of the other girl’s grip and
turned around, planning to head straight back to the school.
“Oi, Hermione! Ginny!”
Ron had spotted them. Ginny
quickly stuck her broomstick behind her back.
“Looks like quite a crowd, eh?” He asked them, pulling
Hermione close. “The person’s
gotta show up soon. Although,
I think with you two here, it looks like we’ve got all the Gryffindor’s
Ginny wanted to throw up.
Harry was rushing up to them as well.
A lock of pitch black hair stuck out on his forehead. His eyes were alight with anticipation. “Hi, Ginny.”
Ginny definitely wanted to throw up. “Hi, Harry,” she squeaked. They all started walking down to the center
of the pitch, where the other team members were, Hermione casting
looks at Ginny the entire time.
“Well?” Fred and George asked Madam Hooch. “Where’s this person at?”
Before Madam Hooch could answer, Ginny felt a hand
shove her forward, making her stumble into the center of the circle
that had formed. Everyone
looked questioningly at her, including a pair of bright green eyes.
“It’s me,” she choked out. “I’m the new Chaser.”