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Okay, here's chapter 14; sorry . There isn't going to be enough H/Hr interaction in this chappie, but it is key to the plot. Hope you all will forgive me!

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And now, without further ado, chapter 14! Enjoy and please don't hesitate to review!

Chapter 14: Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor

Harry stretched as the new morning approached, suddenly becoming aware that there was someone cuddled against his chest. He opened his eyes and was glad to find Hermione there, instead of Crookshanks. He sighed as the memories from last night came rushing into his mind. Last night had been beyond greatness and safe to say that he was more than ready for the game against Ravenclaw today.

He kissed his girlfriend softly on the forehead, carefully moving her to her side of the bed. Hermione moaned, opening her eyes sleepily and glancing up at him.

"Game time already?" she mumbled.

"No, it's still pretty early," he murmured softly, gently stroking a strand of silk brown hair.

"Where are you going then?"

"Just to bring breakfast. Go back to sleep," he planted a tender kiss on her lips and went to shower.

In less than ten minutes he was dressed in his Quidditch robes and making his way to the Fat Lady's portrait. The game wasn't taking place for another three hours, but he planned to spend as much time with Hermione as possible.

Ginny caught up with him before he was able to get out of the common room.

"Hey Harry, ready for the game?" she asked, while batting her eyelashes.

"Oh, yeah I am," he answered flatly.

"So, I was wondering if after the game we could…"

"Can't talk now Ginny. Got an errand to run," he smiled weakly and strolled off.

A smile crept slowly onto Hermione's face. The conversation was easily heard in Harry's bedroom and she sighed happily. Harry did love her.

* * * *

Oliver decided it was about time to be up, and determined to go to Fleur's dorm before breakfast so that he could wish her luck for today's game. (Okay so, that's not all he wanted, but oh well.) He crept into the Ravenclaw common room and knocked on Fleur's dorm, but no answer came. So, slowly and carefully, he opened the door.

"Fleur?" Nobody answered, so he entered.

She was there all right. He found the blond part-Veela still on her four poster bed, sleeping soundly, with Crookshanks on top of her.

Damned cat! That was where Oliver wanted to be right this minute. His eyes drifted to her sleeping shape, becoming more and more hypnotized by the minute. What he didn't notice however was that Fleur was waking up.

"Wood!" she gasped, falling out of bed. Crookshanks gave what appeared to be a scoff of disapproval. Fortunately enough, she was able to cover her nightgown with the bed sheets.

"Oh, Fleur. Good morning. I apologize…"

"What now? `Ermione wants `er cat back and she sent you to pick it up?" she glanced at

him coldly.

"No. I just wanted to wish you good luck for, you know, today's game, but I didn't mean to wake you."

"Itz a little late for `zat, isn't it?"

"Sorry. Well, good luck then." He opened the door and left silently.

"Damn it!" she cursed, completely awake. It was the second time he had startled her. She just wished that he would kiss her and be done with it.

She dismissed such thoughts from her mind as she took a shower and put her Quidditch robes on.

"Now Crookshanks, you be good, because I don't want to meddle in your owner's affairs," Fleur warned. She figured that Hermione was probably giving Harry the wake up call of his life by this point. Crookshanks seemed to understand her, for he quickly got under her bed.

Fleur got out of her room and proceeded to the locker room. But somebody else opened the common room entrance, and Crookshanks escaped into the hallway.

* * * *

Before sitting on the benches and after wishing Harry luck, Hermione decided to stop by the Ravenclaw locker room.

"Hey Fleur," she smiled as she sighted her best friend.

" `Ermione, `ow's `ze world's finest seductive woman?" Fleur grinned maliciously, causing Hermione to blush.

"Stop!"

" `Ow's `Arry?"

"How do you think? He couldn't wipe that silly grin off his face even when Wood was giving the usual `before game speech'."

"I don't even want to `zink of what you did last night. But I want all `ze details after `ze game."

"I told you you'd have them. So, where's Crookshanks?"

"Still in my dorm. Oh, and next time, don't send Wood as `ze messenger."

"Sorry. I was in a hurry. Well, got to go. Don't let me keep you from warming up. Good luck." Hermione smiled and took her leave.

Fleur smiled back and was left to stretch before the game. She opened her bag and noticed with a start that her water bottle was missing.

"Fleur, you left this in the common room. Figured you might need t." Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker handed her the lost water bottle.

" `Zanks."

"No problem. Well, to the field it is!" Cho Chang crabbed her broom and rushed past Fleur.

Fleur took a sip of her water and followed Cho. It was time to begin the game.

* * * *

The game was unusually rough. After the Quaffle was released, it became a blur of racing brooms, Harry and Cho searching for the Snitch, Bludgers everywhere.

Ravenclaw took possession of the Quaffle, and it was passed to Fleur as she flew in front of the goal post, where Oliver was flying, steady on his broom, prepared to prevent Fleur's Quaffle from entering.

But when Fleur prepared to throw the Quaffle, her vision suddenly went blurry. She rubbed her eyes.

"What's the matter with you? Score!" her mind reprehended her.

Oliver gazed at her in confusion.

But it only got worse as she started losing balance as a result of feeling dizzy.

"Are you okay? Fleur!" Oliver shouted as the part-Veela fainted, falling from her broom, her body and the Quaffle plummeting to the ground.

Oliver sprang after her and caught her just in time, falling to the ground with Fleur's body on top of him.

He sighed in relief. Fleur didn't have a scratch on her, but she still wasn't moving.

Professor McGonagall approached the field, followed by Professor Kane, who took Fleur in his arms and led her to the Hospital Wing. Oliver went after him, followed by Hermione and both Quidditch teams, the game long forgotten.

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