Harry's aunt

~29~

“Are you excited for tryouts, Ron?” Jasmine asked, walking with the trio out to the quidditch field.

“Yeah, I’m bloody ecstatic,” Ron said sarcastically. He was practically shaking in his gear.

“You’ll do great,” Jasmine reassured, walking over to the bleachers with Hermione, Milo nestled up in her coat pocket. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Ron said, joining the rest of the players there for tryouts.

“Do you really think he’ll do okay?” Hermione asked, pushing her hands into her coat pockets, as they sat on the bleachers.

“Would he let a spider sit on his arm without screaming like a girl?” Jasmine asked, making Hermione chuckle a little. “If he gets his nerves up, I’m sure he’ll do great. That…and if McLaggen takes a nasty fall from his broom during these tryouts. Speaking of, he’s making eyes at you.”

“I know,” Hermione said with a defeated sigh. “He’s very…ugh.”

“Not your type, huh?” Jasmine gave a small chuckle, as she looked over at Hermione, who shook her head a little, her face scrunched up a bit.

“Absolutely not,” she answered. “My type is quite the opposite, actually.” She turned her gaze to Ron, who stood by Cormac McLaggen, fighting hard not to run off of the field and call it quits.

“Oh,” Jasmine said, before it began to click for her. “Oooh…really?.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are,” Hermione said.

“Well, it makes sense, you both act like you’ve been married for at least 20 years already,” Jasmine said. Hermione covered her mouth a little, stifling a bit of laughter.

“You have a point,” she agreed. “Speaking of, how are you and Fred?”

“Oh, we’re doing fine. He’s missing me, obviously. I miss him too,” Jasmine said. “We’ve been sending owls back and forth, I’m sure he and George are getting themselves in some trouble. Poor Molly.”

“Oh yes, poor Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione agreed. “Stuck with those two alone until we go for the holiday.”

“Fred was right,” Jasmine said. “This year is pretty boring. I guess I’m just used to the chaos now.”

“You’ve been corrupted,” Hermione teased, before watching the tryouts, as they went on. Ron seemed to be having trouble navigating on his broom, even almost falling off, while Cormac blocked each ball with elegance. “Oh no…” She muttered something into her sleeve, just as one of the players went in to throw another quaffle at Cormac’s goalpost. Cormac’s broom seemed to yank him aside, as the quaffle shot through the goal, much to his frustration. Jasmine gasped a little and looked over at Hermione.

“You didn’t,” Jasmine said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hermione said, trying to hide a mischievous smile that formed on her face. Jasmine chuckled softly and continued to watch the tryouts play through, Ron seeming to barely squeak by and making it onto the quidditch team. “You saw nothing.”

“What did I see?” Jasmine asked, looking at Hermione innocently, before smiling at her. Hermione smiled and got up from her spot on the bleachers, to head down and congratulate Ron on his success. Jasmine pet Milo gently, when he poked his head out to see what all the commotion was about, and got up from the bench herself. She stretched out her legs a little, before someone walked over to her. Jasmine looked over to see Lavender Brown standing a few feet away from her.

“Wasn’t he just brilliant?” Lavender asked breathlessly, a starstruck look in her eye.

“Who? Ron?” Jasmine asked, earning a large smile and eager nod from Lavender. “Yeah, he was great. I can’t wait to see him in action.”