#thomas *gasp*: WE WERENT GOING TO MAKE OUT!!!

[drunkonimagination]

tlh cast going ice skating, because it's that time of the year 🌨️⛸️

cordelia: incredible, an absolute queen, no one is doing it like her. she's a combination of natural skills, immaculate technique and that extremely elegant bearing that just carstairs own. everyone looks at her in awe (especially james), like 'can't believe she's a professional ice skater and we didn't know? this girl is insane'

james: he's fairly good, of course nothing to do with cordelia, but he handles it. he is content of going around the rink two, three times...but then he gets easily bored. this of course unless cordelia skates on his side...then he could spend hours ice skating and simping for his wife.

christopher: read a bunch of books about ice skating, took a little look at the rink, checked the ice's thickness and consistency and...fell at the first step on ice. but after that first slip he actually learns pretty quickly and everyone is kind of amazed. he even manages to do some little jumps emulating cordelia.

grace: she's trying, she's really trying, but ice skating is just not her thing. she remains very close to the border the whole time and refuses to take even one little step ahead. at some point christopher offers her his arm and after a little moment of hesitatation she takes it. he starts rambling about science almost immediately and the girl visibly relaxes. she even enjoys the whole experiences, since kit doesn't leave her alone for a second.

matthew: as infuriating as it is (cit alastair) he is a natural. his movements are kinda rough and he doesn't have cordelia's perfect technique, but god if he knows how to skate. he's incredibly skilled and definitely the fastest. he also acts like a little kid once he steps foot on the rink: he gets super excited, wants to make speed races all the time and skate backwards just because 'it's so fun!!' ('christopher's brother is way more mature' cit alastair pt II)

lucie: same kid attitude as matthew but less skilled. she's more on james's level but has twice fun while skating. she puts everyone in a good mood with her sparkling excitement and is basically a born motivator, like 'you can do it kit!! yeah!! that's what i was talking about!! by the angel, daisy that was awesome!!! please teach me!!!' everyone just adores her.

jesse: a fan of the border like his sister. he really didn't want to do this, but lucie's adorable face makes him do things he would have never imagined. he even learns some fundamentals after lucie drags him with her in the middle of the rink. and he also falls several times, but lucie's laugh makes it completely worth it <3

alastair: he's the only one who can keep up with cordelia. initially no one really noticed because he didn't want to draw attention, but when cordelia challenged him? no way he would just back off. so he gave his little perfect performance shocking everyone in the process. but he didn't spend much time showing off (even if he definitely could if he wanted), because he had something else to take care of.

thomas: he's that something. the man is absolutely terrified, looks at the ice rink once and immediately goes 'nope, this ain't for me'. but alastair insists like 'c'mon tom, just give it a try' 'why can't i just look at you being perfect on those skates?' 'i don't want to force you...but wouldn't it be nice if you at least try it once?' '*violently puts the skates on* UGH FINE.' worst decision of his life, instantly regrets it. he grips on alastair's jacket all the time like he's going to die at any moment and when alastair finally convinces him that he's got it and he's not going to fall- thomas falls. completely on alastair.

bonus for thomastair because i am a clown:

thomas: *apologizing in every possible language, regretting all his life decisions, thinking he's somehow caused brain damage to alastair with that fall*

alastair: *lying on this back with thomas's body pressed on him, noticing little snowflakes stuck in thomas's hair, looking at thomas's red cheeks, lingering on thomas's lips moving, thomas's lips moving, thomas's lips, thomas's lips, thomas-*

matthew passing by and taking one (1) look at them: if you start making out now, i will not hang out with you two ever again.

#thomas *gasp*: WE WERENT GOING TO MAKE OUT!!! #alastair: we weren't? #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #matthew fairchild #christopher lightwood #grace blackthorn #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #tlh #the last hours #chain of iron #thomastair #jordelia #ghostwriter #chain of thorns

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| My Mortal Enemy

Summary: you really dont wanna dance with him

Warnings: uhhh language per usual other then that idk-

A/n: I actually wanted to create a series with princess!reader but i wasnt sure.

A LOVE TRIANGLEEEEE OMFGGGGG prince!tom x princess!reader x timothee chalamet

“Y/n suck it up” “suck what up?” “Your stomach” you took a deep breath in and grunted when she pulled thhe strings of the corset.

“Fuck you” you sighed, holding onto your stomach while she laughed “you have to dance with him, theres no way around it” zendaya said, tying the strings together while you complained.

“Im not dancing with him! Ill just dance with timothee” you commented, wiping the sweat from your forehead before she grabbed the hoop skirt, telling you to step into it.

“You’re becoming queen and toms becoming king. There’s literally nothing you can fucking do” she muttered, picking it up and putting it on your hips, quickly closing it. “Im not happy with that”

“Honey please. Clearly” she glared at you, and you smacked your lips and raised your hands in the air, the detailed white skirt, small roses and small patterns, coming over your head and down ontop of the hoop skirt.

“Beautiful” she smiled, looking at you in the mirror while you stood there shoulders slumped. “I look like one of those creepy baby dolls”

She hit you in the back making you stand up straight “you wont get anywhere with that attitude, you go in there with confidence and your head held high. For tom..... i dont know what hes gonna do but dont let that ruin your mood”

“Thanks that means so much-“ “shut up” she ordered, eyeing you as you kept your lips sealed tight. She grabbed the heels and bended down on her knees, snatching your foot making you almost fall.

“You know i couldve had someone else doing this for me. You dont have to-“ “i need you to look your best, princess” she muttered, slipping the shoe on and doing the same with the other.

“Im not marrying that scoundrel, harrison” he said, his helpers helping him while harrison watched, laughing at him. “If you wont i will,” “shut up” “you dont even like her” “so?”

He stared at harrison with daggers, while harrison played with a smirk on his face. “It cant be that hard. Just a dance and youd never have to make contact again” timothee shrugged, swirling the ice in his glass.

“You dont know i feel towards her” tom whispered. “Well you obviously hate her, but shes the most beautiful woman in this palace, everyone thinks so!”

“Eh id rather marry zendaya” “zac will kick your ass” harrison said, “thats besides the point” “tom just be quiet” tim said and tom furrowed his eyebrows at him.

“You literally talk about her all the time. If you have such a problem let one of us dance with her” he offered. “Why would i do that?”

“Because you hate her!” They both shouted at him. “I-i dont hate her....i just have se negative feelings about her”

“Then why do you talk about her all the fuckin time?”

He didn’t know how to answer that. He didnt know if he loved you or hated you. It was whatever he felt in the moment.

And that left him with a sigh and a shrug “i dont know”

“You look absolutely stunning!” Zac said, his arm wrapped around zendaya while Had a smile in her face. “She thinks she looks like a doll, a creepy one”

“Welp that isnt gonna get you anywhere...” “exactly what i said!” “Can i please take off these heels?” You asked hopping on one foot to scratch the back of your ankle.

“Nooo! Come on!” Zendaya urged and you groaned, walking with them following behind you.

The ball room was.....beautiful. Fancy tables and chairs everywhere, the special table on the other end of the room for the king and queen.

The room was filled, cheers and glasses clanking, laughs leaving people lips. And then someone cleared there throat loudly, when you looked over it was your beloved mother, “the queen is here!”

She walked over, the room quiet as gasps left people lips, muttering things like “since when does y/n wear ball gowns” “she looks stunning” and things like that.

Her hand found yours and you did a small smile, letting her pull you wherever as zendaya and zac found thier table.

She pulled you to your fancy table. “Now y/n i need you to behave” “but maaaa!” “No excuses! Make everyone proud okay, i know that boy can be a handfull”

“How do i look?” He asked, running offly late. “I mean you arent trying to impress anyone-“ “you look great” tim cut harrison off, patting toms shoulder “so can we please leave”

And you sat there, bored, for once in your life time crossing a leg over the other and helping yourself with cherries while tom watched from afar, his mother walking him over.

“You look wonderful y/n, both of you do” she smiled, rubbing toms shoulder and looking at you. “Thank you ms. Holland”

“Please- call me niki. Were gonna be a family after all” she said, making tom roll his eyes and bite his lip, looking away then looking back. “Yeah we are” you smiled and like that it was only you two.

“I dont like you” “and what makes you think i do?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow while he crossed his arms “the least you can do is act like a gentleman, as far as anyone knows we are happy together” you said making him nod, sitting up and clearing his throat.

“Sooo.....wife” you cringed at his words but let him continue “how are we gonna do this?” You only shrugged “we can sleep in separate rooms or something” “sounds like a plan” he genuinely smiled at you, handing you another cherry as you squinted your eyes at him.

“I dont know if you poisoned this” you flicked it back at him, making him let out a small gasp before throwing it back “you arent worth my time, i would waste a dime trying to kill you” “i dont know if i should take that as a complement or not” your eyebrows furrowed and he sighed, looking away from you.

“You know, i dont know why they have such a problem with each other” harrison said to tim, currently at their own table, throwing grapes at one another and cracking jokes. “I dont think we’ll ever find out” he said in response, eating one of the grapes.

AnD iT WAs TiMe TO daNCE

The strong piano played, filling the halls as everyone watched you and tom.

You both maintained eye contact, his hand tight on the side of your waist as yours was tight on his shoulder, squeezing each others hand that was shared in each others.

“Im never doing this again” he whispered, basically nose to nose with you. “Do you think i want to?” You rolled your eyes. “I dont care if you want to! I just know im not doing this”

“Well grea-“ he dipped you and you almost gasped, frightened making tom silently chuckle before lifting you back up, now chest to chest.

“Your a fuck-face” you muttered. “You love it” he shrugged, “why are we doing this anyway”

“I dont know, why do you hate me?” He asked making your jaw drop. “Why do you hate me?!” You aggressively whispered.

“They look happy” zendaya said, zac, haz and tim all circled around the same table as they watched intently “ehhh” they all let out at the same time, in their own bubble, tim leaning back in the chair and Harrison slump with his legs open, zac resting his face on his knuckles as he silently blowed spit bubbles.

“I hate you because you hate me!” “I only hated you because you hated me!” “Bullshitttt” he bit his lip and you aggressively stomped on his foot with the edge of your heel.

He let out a small whimper and a fuck you making you have a smile on your face. “Dont cuss at me” “im pretty sure my foot is bleeding, fart face” “shut up” “but you literally called me a fuck face!”

“Shush!” He still whimpered in pain when he moved, “im sorry” you said, feeling guilty. He did a small smile “that isnt gonna make my foot better is it?”

“Well what the fuck do you want me to do! Kiss it?” “That wouldn’t be so bad” you groaned and looked away from him, to keep yourself from looking at him you easily pressed your head on his chest, making his breath hitch and his heart spead up, the piano relaxing a bit so you both moved slowly.

“Awwww” everyone said together making tom blush hard, your arms came up to circle his neck while his silently made its way to your waist. “Y/n why are you doing this?” He asked, whispering in your ear as you let out a small “i dont know”

“Well- can you n-not?" “Not what thomas?” “Be all bubbly with me!” You looked up at him with your eyebrow raised “im not being bubbly”

“Yes you are!” You sighed in response “but dont you feel better! Not everything has to be so negative” “well this is bluntly awkward” “well then stop making it awkward!”

“Yeah they are in love with each other” zac said, everyones eyebrows furrowed as they looked at you both, a different look and vibe coming from the both of you.

The piano slowly ended, you and tom panicked.

“Kiss me!” He ordered. “Why would i do that! We barely even get along!” “As far as they know we are a happy cuddle” he mocked your voice. “Im still not kissing you” “if you dont kiss me im gonna kiss you”

“Fine-“ “hurry up!” “You sound loke you really wanna kiss-“ before you could finish he pressed his lips on yours, his hand pulling you closer as his other hand came up to the side of your face, and SUPRISE you fucking kissed back!

Although you both you never would never admit it, you both loved the kiss.

Your lips where soft and to your suprise his lips werent chapped, his hands were gentle on your face as you also pulled him closer, your arms still circled around his neck.

Everyone at the tables jaw dropped, zendayas more but that didnt change the subject that you both kissed, and it looked like you both were gonna sit like that till end of time.

“No fucking way” haz muttered, looking at everyone else’s expressions and they were the same.

An audible noise came when you both pulled away. “That- that uh....wasnt s-so bad” he did a small awkward chuckle. “Yeah.... i uhhhhh”

“Uhhh” you both looked away from each other before tom pulled you back to your private table.

“Im still shocked” tim said, everyone agreeing as everyone else clapped for them. “So they just decided to love each other” zac shrugged, “yeah something like that”

After that whole thing was done, daya, tim, haz, and zac locked you all in toms bedroom for questions. “What is this about?” You asked, taking off your heels and getting undressed infront of everyone.

“You and tom” his eyebrows furrowed as he started to get undressed himself. “What about it?”

“Uhhh helllooo! Are we gonna act like that fucking kiss DIDNT happen?” Daya waved her hand in the air, before crossing her arms. You and tom silently looked at each other “it was his fault”

He smacked his lips and threw himself on his bed, throwing a tantrum, kicking air. “I thought we werent gonna tell anyone!”

“So you admit it!” Haz said, a wide smile on his face as he clapped his hands. “Zendaya the corset please” you said, she came over and undid it for you. “Can i have a shirt please?” You asked, looking back at tom and he nodded getting up, searching through his drawer.

“SINCE WHEN WERE YOU BOTH BUDDY BUDDY?” Tim said, and tom shrugged “I guess we just feel differently about each other”

“And it was because of that kiss wasn’t it?” Zac smiled while daya had a childish look on her face. “It’s happening! Give me my money!”

“You guys betted on us?” You asked, thanking tom when he handed you a shirt. “Wait wait wait wait, what the actual fuck. What in the fucks is going in here because this is confusing!” Haz said, getting a headache “i swear if that kiss never happened they would be ripping each others head off”

“Zendaya more loose please!” You said and she eyed you, “help her tom” she said, crossing her arms. “Uhhh...okay” he shrugged, walking over to loosen it more.

“HUH?” Everyone shouted, watching as he loosened it and then made you turn around to loosen the front. “Somethings not clicking-“ “no because this isnt adding up”

You put the shirt over your head and pulled the corset off of you under your shirt, he helped with the hoop skirt since you already took off the actual skirt.

“Im really confused” zac said, sighing as everyone who betted gave zendaya 100 bucks, including him.

“We all are, zac” tim muttered, crossing his arms as he watched you both communicate. “Tom when your done lets talk!”

And timothee and tom went outside of the room, tom leaning against the wall as he waited for him to speak. “Youre only doing this because we said something about her, right?”

“I dont know what you’re talking about, timothee” “yes you do. Youre only doing this because you know i have feelings for her” “I actually didnt know that but okay”

“Yes the fuck you did” tim pushed him, toms eyebrows furrowed as he pushed him back. “No i didnt” tim pushed him to the floor, a large thud heard making you all whip your heads to the door, hearing a punch made you walk slowly to the door.

“You knew i had feelings for her and you took her away from me, you dont even like her!” “What?” You whispered, looking over at zendaya before they all rushed to the door, ear hustling.

Tom tackled him to the ground, aggressive punches thrown at his face until tim rolled both of them over, now his turn. “I hate you! You were never there for her! Made her mad- sad- and everything that she doesnt fucking deserve!”

You decided it was time to come out, opening the door and telling them both to stop, Zac pulling tim off of tom and Harrison holding tom back.

Tom sent daggers at tim while tom did the same. “And now she likes you. Ive been working so fucking hard to win over her heart but you- you have to ruin everything” tim finished, pushing zac off of him before turning to you.

“I hope youre happy” he scoffed and walked passed, flipping tom off. “Wait!” You said, chasing after tim while tom looked back, jaw clenched as he watched you run off.

“Y/n leave me alone” “i just want to talk” you caught up to him, both of you power walking. “I never knew you had feelings for me timothee! If you would’ve told me sooner I would’ve never done the thing i did today” you said, looking at him while he still looked ahead, before he looked at you.

“Im not mad at you y/n. He-he knew that i had feelings for you and he took advantage of it, i-i” he sighed and you pulled him into a hug, “im sorry”

I dead ass dont know if i should do a part 2 or not. THIS IS WHY I SAID I WANTED TO MAKE A SERIES- IM SO MAD AT MYSELF-

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland blurb #timothee x reader

[frogoboggins]

Thank December ch. 1

Harry Potter AU if Ginny were Ron’s twin

warning:Draco has feelings and character development get over it

It was a cloudy afternoon in the early October of Hermione's fourth year. The Gryffindor/ Hufflepuff game had started about ten minutes ago. Somewhere in the Gryffindor stands, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna cheered on their team. As Hermione watched, the quaffle flew through the air narrowly missing the ring at the Hufflepuff end. It was retrieved and the game continued. Hermione glanced down at the red-haired boy sitting at her feet. Ron was scrambling to finish copying his potions homework for tomorrow. He wouldn't have time to bash on Cedric at the victory party that night if he didn't get it done by the end of the game. There wouldn't be time for much quidditch this year with the triwizard tournament; in fact there were no official games at all. Dumbledore wanted the whole school to feel united, so no quidditch, no house cup, and absolutely no house pride after parties. The wizard made some fair points but let's be honest, Gryffindors don't really believe in rules. The house after parties so far this year were the biggest and loudest Hermione had seen yet.

Hufflepuff was already up by 30 points but there was no way Gryffindor was going to lose. Something caught Hermione's eye not far above. It was Fred Weasley. He, of course, was showing off again. Hermione rolled her eyes. Fred looked down and winked at her, flipping on his broom. The poor idiot wasn't even paying attention to the small worn ball barreling toward him. The bludger smacked into his broom, breaking it and sending him to the ground. One of the teachers managed to slow him down, but that didn't stop him from hitting the ground with a thud.

Before she realized she had even moved, Hermione was on the field. George lifted Fred, pulling his arm over him. George laughed, “Well maybe if you werent too busy making eyes at Granger, you'd have hit the bloody ball at Diggory and won us the game.”

“Well I guess you could say he was falling for her, eh Georgie?” Dean Thomas cut in. Dean took Fred's other arm.

“Now don't look at me like that, Granger,” Fred laughed, “Madam Pomfrey and I have become close personal friends. She’ll fix me right up.” He winked again. “Ow ow ow! George I think I may have pulled ahead of you on this one.”

“What?” Hermione stared

“Don't worry about it sweetheart,” George smirked.

Later in the hospital wing

Hermione, Harry, and Ron approached Fred's bedside that evening surprised to see a cast on each leg and a massive bruise on his arm.

Seeing the shocked and slightly worried look on Hermione's face, Fred smiled. “Turns out Pomfrey and I aren't so close after all.”

“She didn't do anything?” Hermione gasped.

“Apparently if I want to be healthy, i need to ‘stop taking risks, grow up,and stop being such a flirtatious show off.’” He made finger quotes as he listed Madam Pomfrey's suggestions. “Whatever that means.”

“It means my older brother is a bloody idiot,” Ron scoffed

“Now there's no need to talk that way about Percy,” George said, walking up behind Ron.

“Yeah Ron, he’s just emotionally challenged,” Fred continued.

“Meaning he never had any,” George concluded.

“Well I hope you learn your lesson,” Hermione said, sounding a bit too happy about the outcome of their earlier interaction. “You really should pay attention to details. Next time it could be your neck.”

“Look everyone! Mudblood Granger’s crushing on a Weasley!” Draco's consistently irritating voice made Hermione flinch. “Should have known she’d settle for one of those embarrassments.”

“Shove off Malfoy,” Harry snapped

“Why don't you go fix your makeup Potter,” Draco countered. “You've got a little something just there.” He gestured to the center of his forehead. “Maybe your mum could get it. Oh wait.”

Harry lunged at him but George and Dean held him back. “MALFOY I SWEAR I'LL SKIN YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE-”

“Now Potter,” Draco drawled, “You should really get that violent streak under control. Wouldn't want to get anyone else killed now would we?” With that last sentence draco stepped forward and tapped harry's nose with his slender cold index finger. His face came so close to Harry's, he could feel the heat of his breath. It smelled slightly bitter, but also like his teeth were cleaned obsessively.

Harry froze for only about a half a second, staring straight into Draco's eyes. He was still just long enough for Dean's grip to loosen. As soon as his arm had the freedom to do so, Harry swung his fist up to collide with the face that hovered centimeters from his own. Draco hit the ground and sat back on his elbows. He touched his nose and looked at the blood on his fingers.

“Felt good didn't it?” Hermione smiled at Harry.

“Madam Pomfrey! Did you see that?! Potter hit me!”

“I don't recall that happening at all, Mr. Malfoy,” the old witch said calmly. “I only saw a clumsy boy trip over his own feet. Now you best go tend to that nose of yours.”

Draco stood, glaring at Harry with his trademark “I’ll get you Potter” look and left.

Passing him at the door, Luna came rushing in with a moaning Neville at her side. She was surprisingly calm, but that's just how Luna is.

“Madam P.,” Luna spoke softly, “I'm afraid Neville ingested a bit of his herbology project before it was quite perfected.”

“Again Longbottom? Well, better bring him to an open cot.” She moved over to the cupboard and searched around in it for a bit. “Well that's odd. Professor Snape just made up a fresh draught. I guess we'll have to use something else.” She shut the cupboard.

“Something else for what Madam P.?” Dean asked.

“To make Mr. Longbottom vomit up whatever creation he botched this time, Mr. Thomas.”

George grinned, “I've got something you could use.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a piece of hard candy.

“Is that what's been sending me so many first years?”

“Not if you want it it isn't,” Fred said with a grin.

Madam Pomfrey hesitated, then what could have been a smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. “Fine Mr. Weasley. Hand it over, and the headmaster won't hear of it from me.”

George handed it to her but laughed, “That old geezer? He bought a whole box last week!”

“Yeah the old man loves a good joke, he gets all our stuff. I’d watch my pumpkin juice around him if i were you.”

The group all laughed, and the old witch’s mouth twitched again.

“Well we better be heading down for dinner now,” George announced. “I'll bring ya back somethin good, Freddy.”

And with that the group gathered their things and departed.

Hermione didn't eat much that evening. For some reason she couldn't get the image of Fred falling out of her head.

“Madam P. says he can leave the hospital wing day after tomorrow, but she says he won't be able to play quidditch for a few weeks,” George announced as he sat at the gryffindor table.

“Really? That’s awful! I was really looking forward to seeing him on the field again soon.” Cedric Diggory had run over from Hufflepuff.

Harry rolled his eyes and started piling food on his plate. He glanced up across the room to see Draco glaring at him with a bruised nose. But he wasn't looking directly at Harry. His gaze was slightly off like he could have been looking at Harry’s plate. He must have been zoning out, Harry thought. Malfoy was strange, but he didn't glare at food like it had punched him.

George and Cedric were still chatting it up when Harry came back to the conversation.

“Right, well, I was just about to bring the old boy a plate, if you wanna come.”

Cedric grinned like a child on Christmas. “I’d love to!”

George laughed and he and Cedric headed up to the hospital wing.

Harry turned back to his meal, but as he did he could have swore he saw Draco lick his lips. He was probably trying to make them stop hurting though. Harry had hit him pretty hard.

“So Harry, I heard Sirius finally got the house. How’s he doing?” Ron asked.

“Still pissed at the ministry for making it take so long with all the legal stuff, but the place is beautiful. He calls it his ‘two hundred acres of freedom.’ Buckbeak is loving it, too. He wants me to invite everyone for Christmas. Weasleys, Grangers, and anyone else who would like to come. He definitely has the room. The retribution money from the ministry for his twelve years in Azkaban, along with the book he published on his experience there have made him quite a wealthy man.”

“Yeah i heard What the Actual Bloody Hell was a huge hit in America,” Ron laughed.

“How the man managed to make experiencing your worst fears and slowly being driven mad everyday funny is beyond me,” Hermione added.

“Because he's a genius Hermione!” Ron shoved a huge bite of potatoes in his mouth.

“Yeah. I'm pretty excited about staying there. He even has a place for Lupin out there on his property.”

Harry looked up. Draco was still glaring. “Guys, I think I might have hit Malfoy a bit too hard.”

His friends turned around to catch Draco staring, and the blonde boy's face turned even redder than before. Draco stood to leave but his robe was caught on the edge of the table. As he struggled to free himself, his face only got brighter.

“Guys turn back around,” Harry ordered, “He knows you’re looking”.

“So?” Ron shrugged as he turned to face Harry. “The guy's a jerk.”

Harry wasn't sure why he cared either. Malfoy had always gone out of his way to torment them. Harry took the silence as a chance to change the subject. “So, Ron, are you gonna take Fred’s place on the team for a few weeks?”

“No way!” Ron replied. “I don't play Beater.”

“I’ll do it!” Ginny eagerly volunteered as she sat next to Harry. She smelled a bit like strawberries.

“Really? You sure?” Harry asked. “It's a difficult position. It's a lot harder to balance and-”

“Harry, I’ve got it,” she stopped him. “Believe it or not, I'm a much better flier that my brother.” She smiled.

“Alright,” Harry laughed. “Why don't you go get a broom and gear and meet us on the field in an hour?”

“Okay,” Ginny grinned and ran off to track down some beaters gear.

A bang and a puff of smoke went off just a little ways down the table.

“Mr. Finnigan.” Professor Snape stood behind Seamus.

“Yes professor?” Seamus turned and looked up, his hair on end and his face covered in soot.

“There is a reason your beverage will not transform into alcohol,” Snape sneered coldly. “We have rules here. I suggest you abide by them.”

“Yes Professor.”

“Mr. Finnigan.”

“Yes professor?”

“Detention.”

“Yes professor.”

Snape moved down the side of the table, noticing Harry and the others watching. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

A collective sound of disappointment and irritation erupted from the table.

“Mental, that one,” Ron whispered as soon as Snape was gone.

“I think I’ll head out to the field now and get some practice in before Ginny gets there.”

“Tryin to impress someone, Harry?” Ron laughed. “Can’t be Ginny.”

“No it’s just been a long day, and flying sounds really great right now”

“Okay. Just don't look at Hermione while you’re in the air,” Ron joked. “I hear that's bad luck.”

Hermione punched his arm

“Ow, ‘Mione. That hurt!

Hermione grinned, “Then don't try to be clever”

“Wouldn't dream of it. We all know only the great Hermione Granger is allowed to do that”

Hermione glared for a moment until Ron was thoroughly uncomfortable.

“I'm going back to the common room to study,” she announced at last and left the table. Harry also got up to leave.

“You coming, Ron?” harry asked hopefully.

“No, I still need to finish copying my homework. Maybe next time”

“I hear Fred and George are gonna find a way to get George’s name in the goblet next week. That should be exciting”

“Yeah they're idiots.”

Harry laughed and made his way to the door. He stepped out into the corridor and down to the end.

Once he was outside with his broom, he bolted for the quidditch field at full speed. He was going so fast, he almost didn't stop before running straight into Victor Krum.

Harry's face went red and he couldn't think of what to say so it just came out, “oh... umm... Krum hi... umm…. sorry... i was just ….quidditch….Ginny...umm...sorry.

“You are… Harry Potter?” Krum had an intense look on his face that looked like he was thinking very hard about nothing at all. “Victor Krum,” he said as stuck his hand out for harry to shake. “I will join you for quidditch?”

“Uh sure, yeah,” Harry said in shock. He snapped out of it and remembered who else was coming. “Umm so my friend Ginny is gonna come out to practice to fill in for one of the Gryffindor beaters”

“Hmmm,” Krum held his chin in deep thought. “I will help this Ginny also. He will learn beater very well,” Krum nodded as if his statement had been somehow philosophical. His friends nodded with him all with the same intense look.

Harry held back a laugh, “Ginny is a girl, but she's a great flier”

“Well of course she is. Women are quite agile fliers and fierce competitors. I apologize.”

Just like that Harry Potter found himself leading one of the world’s best quidditch players to his home field.