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Lina grinned widely. "Well, you can definitely help him practice. Right, Harry?"

Harry just nodded, still looking rather shocked at Syreen's performance. "P-practice...right...well...what time is it?"

"Eleven thirty," Lina gasped. "Wow...time flew...so to speak," she added, grinning feebly at her unintended pun. "Okay....er...can you come back Thursday, Syreen?" She asked hopefully.

Angelina laughed as Draco did so. "Hey, you can't take having a girlfriend who could kick your arse in Quidditch, Malfoy?" She grinned widely, but bit her lip. "As for Sy taking your place on the team, Harry, we couldn't do that to you. Look, Syreen, you're amazing and all, and you'll get onto an awesome pro team next year, but the position's already filled. I'm sorry," she shrugged regretfully and turned slowly away.

She felt terrible about Syreen, because her friend really was amazing, but it was Harry's position for this last year, and everyone knew the poor boy needed Quidditch as an escape, if nothing else, from the rest of the pressures of his life, defeating Voldemort once and for all and whatnot.

"Look, Harry," Lina whispered to the raven haired boy at lunch, "I know she's amazing, but you made the team and it's your spot. We have about seven games left this year, and that's it. We are not replacing you."

"Well then I quit," Harry firmly stated, making Angelina choke on her pumpkin juice.

"You will do no such thing," she snarled once she had stopped coughing. "Look, I know Sy means a lot to you and all, but you can't do that just because you like her-"

"Angelina, this is ridiculous, if I want to quit-"

"You are not quitting, end of discussion. I want you back on the field after Slytherin's practice tonight, got it?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Good, that's what I thought," she cut him off and turned to Fred, making it clear the conversation was over.

"Yeah, thanks," Lina nodded. "I expect you'll be at the Slytherin practice anyway, hmm?" She said it with an edge in her voice she couldn't quite get rid of. It was still too hard to believe Syreen was actually with Draco Malfoy...honestly...

"Harry needs a bit of humbling anyway," she grinned. "His head's gotten so big it's hard for his broom to keep him up anymore-"

"Hey!" Harry interrupted through a mouthful of potatoes. "'as not."

"Ew," Lina raised her eyebrows in disgust, but then laughed. "And yes, it has."

Lina rolled her eyes, whapped the back of Fred's head, ((pardon the rhyme, this is why I hate his name)) and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. "You got the hot one," she laughed to Syreen and looked back to the Slytherin table.

"Hey!" Fred dropped his goblet back on the table and wrapped his arms protectively around Lina. "Not funny."

"I thought it was hilarious," Lina managed through her fingers as she tried to stop laughing.

"Fine, I see how you two are," Fred grumbled and pulled away from Lina, feigning depression. "I'll go drown myself in the lake, all right?"

"Kay," Lina shrugged and tried not to laugh as Fred's mouth dropped open. "I'm kidding, I'm seriously kidding, love, sit back down," she grinned widely and kissed him quickly on the cheek when he did so. "I would be lonely if you drowned," she pouted and nuzzled against his shoulder. "So don't die, kay?"

"I'll do my best," Fred grinned and kissed the top of her head. "You planning on sleeping in the common room again tonight?"

"Sleeping together!" George shouted loudly, drawing attention from the entire student body.

"George! Shut up!" Angelina threw a celery stick at him and blushed deeply.

"What is it with you and throwing food at me??"

Angelina ducked under the table beside Syreen, shrieking as she did so. "Gross!" She pulled a hunk of peanut butter out of the ends of her hair and snickered before she ventured out again and smiled. "Hey, Freddie," she grinned and when he turned, she shoved it into his face, then ducked under the table again. "Ha, gotta love the food fights."

"You need to learn to control your girlfriend," George muttered to Fred, rubbing at the back of his head. "She threw a roll at me yesterday."

"I saw, remember?" Fred couldn't help but chuckle. "She was in a really bad mood yesterday."

"You are the only one she's ever on good terms with," Harry added, rolling his eyes.

"She shoved peanut butter in my face today!" Fred looked bewildered as he licked his lips again and got the rest of the peanut butter off. George and Harry laughed.

"It would seem," Dumbledore cut in, "that all four of you are at fault. Ten points will be taken from Slytherin, thirty from Gryffindor, and the four of you will be serving detention on Saturday morning."

"But sir-" Fred started.

"Saturday's Quidditch!" George and Harry chorused, and Draco groaned.

"You should have thought of that sooner," Dumbledore shrugged. "I'm sorry, but that is your punishment. You may go."

Fred groaned as he stood up and turned to the door. "Angelina's gonna murder us."

"During the game?!" Angelina shouted and leaped to her feet. "Please tell me it's after the game," she begged.

"It's after the game," Fred told her sullenly.

"Now say it like you mean it," she pleaded.

"I wish we could," Fred sighed and flopped into Lina's abandoned seat. "I'm really sorry, Lina."

"All three of you?" She asked disbelievingly. They nodded and she collapsed on the couch in between Fred and George. "Down a Seeker and two Beaters...what are we supposed to do?" She asked hoarsely.

"Syreen can take my place," Harry suggested quietly, angry with himself for letting the team down, but this way they couldn't lose.

"Where are we going to find Beaters??" Angelina groaned and buried her head in her hands. "We have less than a week to the game, you realize. I'll never find anyone in time..."