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Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand.
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Shut up, Peeves -- please -- you'll get us thrown out."
"Mount your brooms, please."
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."
"Leave it to me."
"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.
"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came an angry voice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.
Unfortunately, the teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. They piled so much homework on them that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as much fun as the Christmas ones. It was hard to relax with Hermione next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements. Moaning and yawning, Harry and Ron spent most of their free time in the library with her, trying to get through all their extra work.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year."
Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on.
"Red card!" said Dean furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.
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