"HARRY JAMES POTTER! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!!!" Hayley yelled. "DO YOU WANNA PRACTICE QUIDDITCH OR WHAT???!" 

"Coming!" I shouted back, slipping my quidditch gear on. I grabbed my broom from my trunk, then ran out of the boys dormitory. Hayley was standing in front of the fire, wearing her quidditch gear, hair tied into a high bun, foot tapping impatiently. 

I felt my heart tighten. Stop this stupid feeling, Harry! 

"What took you so long?!" Hayley asked, exasperated. "Sorry," I grinned. "So, like you said, do you wanna practice quidditch or what?" 

Hayley rolled her eyes, but smiled, and we walked out the common room. 

Then one of the most embarrassing moments ever happened. 

I really needed to get my robes shortened. They were way too long. Me and Hayley were busy conversing about whether we shipped Ron and Hermione. 

It was the end of October, and they had danced together at the Halloween Dance that us Gryffindors had pulled off a couple days ago. 

"I totally ship them." Hayley said. "You should see how Hermione talks about Ron when you guys aren't around." 

Too distracted by our conversation, I tripped over my red robes and crashed into Hayley, knocking her over. I fell on top of her, and before I could get up, I realized what this must look like to passer byers. My face was a few inches above hers. 

Just my luck that Ron and Hermione came into that corridor, wondering what was taking the heck so long.

They blinked twice as I groaned, then got off Hayley. Hayley blushed, then got up and brushed dirt off her robes.

"Were you guys..-?" Ron asked, smirking. Hermione was in shock. "You know what that looked like, right?" She said. 

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know." 

"Hayley, you have a boyfriend!" Ron joked.

She also rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, I literally didn't know I was dating somebody." Hayley said sarcastically. "Harry just fell!" 

Our two friends shrugged, then we walked towards the quidditch pitch. Hayley followed after them, leaving me at the end. I quickly ran after them, hoping I wouldn't trip over my robes. 

We walked through the empty corridors, then walked down the stairs onto the quidditch pitch. Hayley wasn't part of the Gryffindor quidditch team; she simply had no time for it. Meanwhile, I was the captain, and Ron was the keeper. We were trying to convince Hayley to join, but she seemed way too loyal to Seamus to do so. "Oh, but I have to study, and me and Seamus need to spend time together, and then I have the book club...." And the list went on about her nerdy activities. Though she was an excellent chaser, she usually liked to spend her time by reading a book, studying with Hermione or helping Madam Pince in the library. Hayley was literally the only student Pince liked. 

Except, she had not been made a prefect, as much as we thought she would. Instead, Dumbledore made Hermione and Ron prefects, much to our surprise. Well, it was no surprise that Hermione was a prefect, but Ron....wow. 

But I guess we couldn't have two girl prefects. So Dumbledore would have to choose between Hayley and Hermione, which is a hard decision. Hayley is even better than Hermione at her classes. 

"Okie, let's ride!" Hayley said in her back to usual calm voice, as she mounted her old Nimbus 1001. I mounted my firebolt, and Ron mounted his Cleansweep eleven. Since there was only three of us, Ron was the keeper and Hayley and I were teammates. 

We all took to the skies, and Rom positioned himself in front of the goal posts. Hermione was actually floating on the sidelines; she had recently mastered using the floating charm on herself. 

Hermione blew her whistle, then we took off. The Quaffle was thrown into the air, and I caught it effortlessly. To avoid a bludger that Hermione had opened on me, I hung from my broom upside down, then flipped back over as I passed to Hayley. She caught it, and was flung from her broom as the bludger grazed the tail of her broom. Hermione gasped, but Hayley held on, still holding the quaffle. She threw it with all her might at the left goalpost, and Ron failed to block it. She grinned, then swung herself back on to her broom. The wind started to pick up, and I swerved down to retrieve the quaffle. 

I caught it, and aimed a bad-aimed throw to Hayley. It was completely off, and she missed it by a mile. I cringed; I had never missed a throw before. But then again, I was a seeker, not a chaser. 

I checked to make sure my watch was still on my wrist, and as I soon discovered, it was. Hayley dove to collect the quaffle, and she caught it, then flew across the pitch to make a shot at the goal posts. Ron defended it, and sent the quaffle flying back to me. 

That's when everything unfolded. 

Hayley, who thought I was distracted, tried to get the quaffle. Me, who was not distracted, also tried to get the quaffle, putting on my Firebolt speed. Hermione made herself float over to the left goalpost, where she sat, watching the scene unfold. We were awfully close to Ron and Hermione when Hayley's broomstick handle hit my watch side- on, turning the dial to something. I watched in horror as my watch fell off, on to the pitch far below, and held on to Ron to steady myself. Which, was a bad idea, because he held on to Hermione for balance, and I was also still in crash position with Hayley, which meant our wrists were touching. 

With a small whoop, we were thrown off our brooms and floating positions, and fell a jerk around our world. Next thing we knew, we were sitting on the floor of the grassy quidditch pitch. But the thing was, everything looked like it was brand new. 

I gasped, then felt around for my watch. 

It was gone.