Written In The Stars -[Harry Potter xFem!Oc]

Chapter Twelve: The First Match.

When Hermione joined the group, things started to go smoother and faster. The lessons were getting interesting as well as difficult, but now Mel had someone to study -Ron was quite relieved- Hermione now accepted that relaxing wasn't a bad thing and overall was in a better mood.

Harry on the other side, wasn't so happy: The Quidditch season had started and Wood was extra demanding.

"I know books don't work when it comes to sports, but I could lend you my copy of 'Quidditch through the ages' that I took from the library," Hermione offered, "it could help?"

"Yes, thank you," Harry smiled, "I need all the help I can get."

The morning before the game they were sitting outside on the courtyard, Harry anxiously reading the last pages of the book while keeping themselves warm thanks to the lovely blue fire Hermione was an expert at making.

Snape crossed the yard limping, the four kids sat closer together so he wouldn't see the little flame inside the jam jar. However, they caught his eye, and he crossed the path to get to them.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?"

Harry showed him the book.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"What a crow!" Mel hissed when Snape was out of sight, "Five points?"

"He just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily, "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

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That evening the common room was excited about the game. Harry was restless, fidgeting with his tie.

"I'm going to ask Snape for the book," He said, standing up suddenly, "I need it"

"It's late, maybe you should just try to take a nap?" Mel retorted.

"Then he won't sleep for the rest of the night," Hermione replied, "but are you sure about this, Harry?"

"I need it so I can distract myself, maybe if in front of other teachers he'll have no choice but to give me the book"

"Rather you than me," Said Ron and Hermione in unison.

"I'll go with you," Mel offered.

"It won't take long, stay"

"Alright," She frowned, watching as he left the common room, "I'm not sure if Quidditch's actually the best thing to happen to him, it looks like it's killing him..."

"He'll get used to it," George sat beside her, "we were nervous in our first game too"

"But we were even more excited to throw heavy things at people we didn't like," Fred added, sitting in front of them, "besides, this is just a silly game, nothing compared to defeating a troll, right, Dumbledore?

"Weren't you avoiding mischief?" George teased, "Yet you are the one causing trouble"

"That was weeks ago," She grumbled, "and we didn't do it on purpose"

"Yeah well, we couldn't talk to you before, it almost feels like you're avoiding us," George tilted his head, "To be fair, we've caused as little trouble as you, Wood has us real' busy this term"

"Give us a chance," Fred stretched his hand to shake hers, "we'll keep it professional"

She looked at the twins carefully.