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Draco
Uproarious cheers signaled the beginning of the first Quidditch match of the season: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Across the stadium where the Ravenclaws were seated, I instantly noticed some blonde Ravenclaw’s roaring lion hat and Professor Umbridge. Us players zoomed out onto the pitch, looking confident.
The game went in a blur. The score ricocheted back and forth between Slytherin and Gryffindor. I still couldn’t find the snitch yet, and I knew Harry couldn’t spot it either. I flew higher, then swooped low, then high again. I flew in Granger’s direction and hovered in the air. Our eyes met for a moment. . A fleeting feeling in my stomach came, and I swear as I zoomed off again, a hint of a smile played on Granger’s face.
With that in mind, I made sure that I’d make the best out of this Quidditch match.
Hermione
“I can’t believe it! You’re banned from Quidditch?” I exclaimed angrily when Harry told me the news.
Harry nodded mournfully. “That Umbridge woman just took away me and the Weasley twins’ brooms and has them chained in her office. I mean, who does she think she is? All the Slytherins had to do was write lines, and we have a life-long ban!” He punched the couch arm.
“I’m really sorry, Harry,” I sympathized. I didn’t know what else to say. Evidently, neither did Ron.
Harry stood up abruptly. “I’m going to my room,” he droned. Without another word, he banged up the stairs and slammed his dormitory door shut behind him.
I turned to Ron. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “I’ll try to cheer him up,” he offered meekly. “He still likes chocolate frogs, doesn’t he?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to the library,” I decided aloud. Whenever I was mad, I entertained my mind by working. It pushed the matter away for a while. Besides, there was a section in the library where prefects could help out the younger students with homework.
My footfalls make hollow sounds on the floor. In no time, I was entering through the wide doors of Hogwarts’ Library. Madame Pince glimpsed up from her desk, saw me, and allowed me to pass. I was probably her most consistent visitor. Turning a corner, I spotted several first-year students scratching their heads over large pieces of parchment.
Nonchalantly walking over, I cleared my throat. Both heads looked up. “Er…” I began. “Do any of you need help?”
One head nodded eagerly. The other shook his head. “I already have someone helping me.”
“Alright. I’ll start with you…” I strolled over to a robust-looking Hufflepuff. “What’s your name?”
The Hufflepuff gazed up at me with large, green eyes. “Becky.” Her voice was more confident than most Hufflepuffs’.
“What do you need help with, Becky?” I glanced down at her paper, which was mainly blank except for a few words.
“I have to write an essay ten inches long on bezoars for potions class,” Becky explained wearily. “But I don’t know where to begin. Is Hogwarts really this hard?”
I chuckled. “I can assure you, this is just the beginning.” Her eyes widened. “But don’t worry. You’ll do fine, as long as you try your best.”
A cold voice came from a few feet away. “Don’t listen to Granger. She’s just always been too smart for her own good.”
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