Courage | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

The Lion and The Serpent

Over the following two weeks, everyone was quietly buzzing with excitement - something was happening, and Umbridge had no idea. Everyone was improving so much, it felt insane, but in a good way.

Hermione devised a clever way of keeping in communication - a fake galleon. All members had one, but the writing around the edge would change to show the date of the next meeting. It was perfect - nothing suspicious about it. Everyone seemed thoroughly impressed with the fact Hermione could cast the Protean charm (it meant when Harry changed the date on his, all the other coins would mimic), seeing as it's a NEWT level Charm.

As the first Quidditch match of the season (Gryffindor vs Slytherin) draws nearer, the DA meetings are put on hold.

"Why does this match matter Brin, you're not playing?" Hermione groans, leaning on my arm as I sit cross-legged on a bench, eagerly discussing potienal outcomes with Harry.

"Because I'll be playing whoever wins. Slytherin's easier to beat, because Draco can't play to save his life, but they also play dirty. It's all relevant." I try to explain.

"Whatever you say." She smiles, and carries on reading her book as I absentmindedly twirl her hair.

Fred and George even said to Ron how they were seriously considering admitting they're related, after he made a brilliant save at practice. They assured him they'd be trying to deny it for the past four years, so I threw a book at their heads. They threatened to remove my eyebrows.

This led me to believe, however, that Ron is doing well. Unfortunately, the Slytherin taunts seem to be getting to him a bit. I'd love to tell him it's not true ("We'll knock you off your broom!") but honestly, who knows. Their team don't have the best reputation for fair play.

But on better news, since Flint left last year a permanent Captain still hasn't been chosen, and all the trials fell through pretty quickly. Next term, a seventh year Slytherin that Iris tells me is much fairer will be stepping in, just as half year tryouts will open. She says she has a better chance now.

Could you help me practice? She'd signed, almost nervously. Obviously I enthusiastically agreed, much to the twins bafflement. "She's on an opposing team!" George protested. "Well I'd like fair play Weasley, unless you want Draco to carry on." They caved pretty quickly.

On the morning of the match, I find myself sitting once again at the Gryffindor table, taking part in the ffruitless attempt of trying to get Ron to eat. I understand though, I only drank half a glass of water before my first match. Granted, I was eleven.

However, a slight distraction occurs as Luna dreamily floats up to the table. Jaws everywhere drop, but she doesn't seem to notice or care.

"I'm supporting Gryffindor." She says solemnly, pointing at her head.

"We can see that." Harry nods, smiling.

A huge lion hat adorns her curls, strings of the mane fluttering gently in the breeze.

"It roars too!" She points at it with her wand and it lets out a deafening roar that draws the attention of the Ravenclaw table next to us.

"It's brilliant Luna. Did you make it?" I ask her, nobody else taking an interest.

"Yes! It took me all night." She chimes eagerly, twirling the end of the mane.

We engage in conversation, but as she walks away, wishing Ron luck, I turn back to the others who seem shocked.

"I think it's great." I defend, biting into my toast as they look at me like I'm mad.

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