I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Chapter 7: Mistletoe

My head was pounding so much and as I began to open my eyes, I heard voices start to stir around me. I was in the hospital wing. But why? The last thing I remember was talking to Hermione and trying to get her to come out the toilet stall after what Ron had said. Everything after that was a blur.

Once my eyes were fully open, I saw Fred, George, Lee, Angie, Hermione, Ron and Harry sat about my bed and another bed. I greeted them with a smile and then realised who was in the bed next to mine. Oliver, still in his quidditch uniform.

"You couldn't of woken up earlier? We needed you out there." George started with a fake laugh.

"I missed the match didn't I? Is that why Oliver is hurt? Because I missed the match?"

"Kind of, he had to play 2 positions because you werent there. But don't feel bad about it. Its not your fault you got attacked by a troll." Fred looked at me sympathetically and then back to Oliver.

"A troll? Can someone please fill me in on what happened and how I ended up here?" I said rather flustered.

"Well, Hermione, Ron and Harry can do that. The rest of us are gonna give you lot some space. No, dont look at me like that Angie, we promised we would now come on." Fred placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving, causing me to smile widely.

George, Fred and Lee had to pull Angie off of me and take her back to the dorm tower, I assume. As soon as they left, Hermione pulled me into a hug and thanked me for staying with her.

"It's ok. Honestly though, that's the last thing I remember. I don't know much after that point."

The trio filled me in on what had happened and how I had been out for about 3 days now. They also told me that they think it was Snape who let the troll into the castle as a distraction so he could get past this 3-headed dog and retrieve something they think is valuable.

"Ok wow my brain is hurting, and not from the troll bonking me with a piece of wood either. Can we please just talk about something that's a little.....less high-profile? Harry how did your first match go?" My eyes fluttered over to Oliver.

He was just lay there super still and lifeless apart from the odd rise of his chest when he breathed. It was so strange seeing him like this. I didn't like it. But I knew that Madame Pomfrey would be able to fix him up in no time, or at least I hoped.

"Well....Professor McGonagall got me a new broom," Harry started.

"Not just any broomstick. He got a bloody Nimbus 2000!" Ron's face lit up.

"Right, she got me a Nimbus 2000. Then, just before the match, Oliver told me about how in his first match he took a bludger to the head and woke up in hospital a week later, which obviously gave me bundles of confidence. Then the match started...."

"And? What happened?" I edged him on.

"Well it started off really well, Angie scored, then the Slytherin captain kicked her, nearly knocked her off her broom. He tried to score but Oliver blocked it, which I think angered him, especially after the cheeky look Oliver gave him. Then we scored another 10 points, Slytherin tried to score again, Oliver saved it. So the Slytherin captain took the beater bat and hit the bludger right into Oliver's stomach. It knocked him off his broom and he fell all the way down to the ground. Poor Oliver. Then they sent Angelina flying, but luckily McGonagall saw in time to cast a protection charm. That's why Angie managed to get away with only a bruised hip. After they started scoring a few more points, the Slytherin's became even cockier, I knew there was no way that we would win unless I caught the snitch."

"And did you? Catch the snitch?"

"That's the thing, as soon as I saw the snitch, and tried to go after it, Snape jinxed my broom. I would've fallen off it, if it weren't for Hermione and her brilliant ideas. She set Snape's cape on fire as a distraction. After a bit of chasing, I sort of caught the snitch."