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Harry felt a small twinge of guilt at the thought of the pile of homework awaiting him upstairs； but the sky was a clear； exhilarating blue； and he had not been on his Firebolt for a week：
'I mean； we can do it tonight；' said Ron； as he and Harry walked down the sloping lawns towards the Quidditch pitch； their broomsticks over their shoulders； and with Hermione's dire warnings that they would fail all their OWLs still ringing in their ears。 'And we've got tomorrow。 She gets too worked up about work； that's her trouble：' There was a pause and he added； in a slightly more anxious tone； 'D'you think she meant it when she said we weren't copying from her？'
'Yeah； I do；' said Harry。 'Still； this is important； too； we've got to practise if we want to stay on the Quidditch team：'
'Yeah； that's right；' said Ron； in a heartened tone。 'And we have got plenty of time to do it all：'
As they approached the Quidditch pitch； Harry glanced over to his right to where the trees of the Forbidden Forest were swaying darkly。 Nothing flew out of them； the sky was empty but for a few distant owls fluttering around the Owlery tower。 He had enough to worry about； the flying horse wasn't doing him any harm； he pushed it out of his mind。
They collected balls from the cupboard in the changing room and set to work； Ron guarding the three tall goalposts； Harry playing Chaser and trying to get the Quaffle past Ron。 Harry thought Ron was pretty good； he blocked three…quarters of the goals Harry attempted to put past him and played better the longer they practised。 After a couple of hours they returned to the castle for lunch … during which Hermione made it quite clear she thought they were irresponsible … then returned to the Quidditch pitch for the real training session。 All their teammates but Angelina were already in the changing room when they entered。
'All right； Ron？' said George； winking at him。
'Yeah；' said Ron； who had bee quieter and quieter all the way down to the pitch。
'Ready to show us all up； Ickle Prefect？' said Fred； emerging tousle…haired from the neck of his Quidditch robes； a slightly malicious grin on his face。
'Shut up；' said Ron； stony…faced； pulling on his own team robes for the first time。 They fitted him well considering they had been Oliver Wood's； who was rather broader in the shoulder。
'OK； everyone；' said Angelina； entering from the Captain's office； already changed。 'Let's get to it； Alicia and Fred； if you can just bring out the ball crate for us。 Oh； and there are a couple of people out there watching but I want you to just ignore them； all right？'
Something in her would…be casual voice made Harry think he might know who the uninvited spectators were； and sure enough； when they left the changing room for the bright sunlight of the pitch it was to a storm of catcalls and jeers from the Slytherin Quidditch team and assorted hangers…on； who were grouped halfway up the empty stands and whose voices echoed loudly around the stadium。
'What's that Weasley's riding？' Malfoy called in his sneering drawl。 'Why would anyone put a flying charm on a mouldy old log like that？'
Crabbe； Goyle and Pansy Parkinson guffawed and shrieked with laughter。 Ron mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground and Harry followed him； watching his ears turn red from behind。
'Ignore them；' he said； accelerating to catch up with Ron； 'we'll see who's laughing after we play them：'
'Exactly the attitude I want； Harry；' said Angelina approvingly； soaring around them with the Quaffle under her arm and slowing to hover on the spot in front of her airborne team。 'OK； everyone； we're going to start with some passes just to warm up； the whole team please …'
'Hey； Johnson； what's with that hairstyle； anyway？' shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below。 'Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms ing out of their head？'
Angelina swept her long braided hair out of her face and continued calmly； 'Spread out； then； and let's see what we can do：'
Harry reversed away from the others to the far side of the pitch。 Ron fell back towards the opposite goal。 Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard to Fred； who passed to George； who passed to Harry； who passed to Ron； who dropped it。
The Slytherins； led by Malfoy； roared and screamed with laughter。 Ron； who had pelted towards the ground to catch the Quaffle before it landed； pulled out of the dive untidily； so that he slipped sideways on his broom； and returned to playing height； blushing。 Harry saw Fred and George exchange looks； but uncharacteristically neither of them said anything； for which he was grateful。
'Pass it on； Ron；' called Angelina； as though nothing had happened。
Ron threw the Quaffle to Alicia； who passed back to Harry； who passed to George：
'Hey； Potter； how's your scar feeling？' called Malfoy。 'Sure you don't need a lie down？ It must be； what； a whole week since you were in the hospital wing； that's a record for you； isn't it？'
George passed to Angelina； she reverse…passed to Harry； who had not been expecting it； but caught it in the very tips of his fingers and passed it quickly to Ron； who lunged for it and missed by inches。
'e on now； Ron；' said Angelina crossly； as he dived for the ground again； chasing the Quaffle。 'Pay attention。'
It would have been hard to say whether Ron's face or the Quaffle was a deeper scarlet when he again returned to playing height。 Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team were howling with laughter。
On his third attempt； Ron caught the Quaffle； perhaps out of relief he passed it on so enthusiastically that it soared straight through Katie's outstretched hands and hit her hard in the face。
'Sorry！' Ron groaned； zooming forwards to see whether he had done any damage。
'Get back in position； she's fine！' barked Angelina。 'But as you're passing to a teammate； do try not to knock her off her broom； won't you？ We've got Bludgers for that！'
Katie's nose was bleeding。 Down below； the Slytherins were stamping their feet and jeering。 Fred and George converged on Katie。
'Here； take this；' Fred told her； handing her something small and purple from out of his pocket； 'it'll clear it up in no time。'
'All right；' called Angelina； 'Fred； George； go and get your bats and a Bludger。 Ron； get up to the goalposts。 Harry； release the Snitch when I say so。 We're going to aim for Ron's goal； obviously。'
Harry zoomed off after the twins to fetch the Snitch。
'Ron's making a right pig's ear of things； isn't he？' muttered George； as the three of them landed at the crate containing the balls and opened it to extract one of the Bludgers and the Snitch。
'He's just nervous；' said Harry； 'he was fine when I was practising with him this morning。'
'Yeah； well； I hope he hasn't peaked too soon；' said Fred gloomily。
They returned to the air。 When Angelina blew her whistle； Harry released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger。 From that moment on； Harry was barely aware of what the others were doing。 It was his job to recapture the tiny fluttering g