"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up!" It was Ginny's voice. "Hermione!" Now she was bouncing up and down on my bed like it is a trampoline.

"What do you want Ginny?" I asked annoyed, I rolled over and looked at the time. It was seven in the morning. And it was a weekend.

"I want you to get out of bed and come with me Hermione." She was pulling me out of bed.

"But Ginny it's only seven in the morning on a weekend. Why do I have to get up?"

"Because of quidditch you ninny. Its Gryffindor versus Slytherin and you promised you would come." Ginny was glaring at me, but I knew it was a joke.

"Really though Gin. I thought the match didn't start until ten o'clock. We have plenty of time let me go back to sleep." I struggled out of her arms and ran to my bed. Ginny pulled me right out again.

"We've got to go! Hurry we can see Ron!" All of a sudden my stomach started hurting and the world turned upside down as I fell to the floor. "Are you ok Hermione?"

"I think so. I just feel really dizzy all of a sudden." Ginny looked at me with worried eyes and then said —

"That's nothing a little breakfast couldn't fix," and dragged me down the stairs to to Great Hall.

The Great Hall was now a room that I hated. It was a room where the dead of the Battle of Hogwarts had lain and more recently where Malfoy and I attended the party. Both were nightmare experiences. Both affected my memory whenever we entered the room.

When we got to the table for breakfast Ron and Harry were already there. Ron was having trouble eating as usual.

"Really Ronald," Ginny said sounding exasperated. "After all the matches you have won us you are still worried! Really? Oh Merlin your pathetic."

"Hey," Harry said in a jokingly angry voice, "cut it out you'll make it worse. I already spent all night trying to convince him he's not a failure and you'll knock it all out of him."

"Sorry." She laughed and then helped me eat my breakfast. "Hermione here isn't feeling too well."

"What," Ron snapped out of his daze. "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine Ron just focus on quidditch."

I waved goodbye to the boys and Ginny as they walked out onto the quidditch pitch. I walked up to the stands with Neville.

"Luna is commentating today," he said with a smile on his face.

"Oh that's lovely," I replied happily. "And how are things with you two lately? I haven't seen you in a week.

"Oh we are doing wonderfully. I'm so glad that McGonagall let her skip even though she didn't pass her test. I'm forever in her debt. Oh the match is starting." So we turned to watch the match. The voice of Luna Lovegood came out of the magical microphone.

"Hello everyone. Today's match is Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Go Ginny! Oh and here they come. That's the Gryffindor team. They have Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Ginny, my friends. Now the Slytherin team is taking the field. Malfoy looks very sure of himself. There have been a lot of rumors lately about him and Hermione Granger. She can't be liking any of them." I could feel eyes turning to me and my face was getting red. Neville put his arm on my shoulder and glared at anyone staring at me.

"The match has started Weasley has the quaffle!" Professor McGonagall cut across her.

"Oh sorry professor. Go Ginny! Oh no the quaffle was taken by a Slytherin and he's flying towards the Gryffindor keeper. Can he save it? He's had a spotty history saving the quaffle but always comes around in the end. Oh look he saved it. Ten to Zero to Gryffindor. I do hope they win. What is Potter doing? He's having an argument and oh look it is with that Malfoy again. I don't think that's helping either of them find the snitch but oh well, must be a clever diversion. Now Potter is yelling at Malfoy because he grabbed onto the tail of his broom. Oh look Madam Hooch is flying over to yell at him. And she says it's a penalty shot. A boy from Gryffindor who I don't know is flying up to take it. Oh I do hope he makes the shot — he missed. Oh well, better luck next time. I think I saw some wrackspirts flying around his head. Yes, that must be it. Oh look everyone, up at the sky. There is a cloud shaped like a crumple horned snorkack. Most people don't believe in them but they are most wonderful creatures —"

And so it continued for most of the match. After a while people started to ignore the commentary and just watch the match. It was going well and Ron had saved a lot of goals. Neville was having a hard time not laughing at his girlfriend out of respect for her, but it was quite funny. After crumple horned snorkaks it moved onto the blibbering humdinger and nargles as well as a few others I didn't recognize. I would feel a weird sinking feeling in my stomach every time Malfoy's name was mentioned. I couldn't understand why. He's just a git.

"One hundred and twenty to seventy to Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall shouted into the magical microphone again, causing the entire audience and even some of the players to erupt in laughter.

"Oh my we are that far in already? And we've only been here for a few short minutes. It must be all the wrackspurts. Oh look everyone. Harry Potter seems to have seen the snitch. He's flying straight towards the ground; Malfoy is still spinning around like an idiot trying to spot it. And he reached out his hand and HARRY POTTER HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Her lion hat roared with all the red and gold clad supporters.

I was so happy that we had one but I was starting to feel dizzy. The world was spinning and as I fell to the ground i heard Neville scream out —

"Hermione!"