The Hospital Wings's door opened.

The homeroom teacher of the Gryffindor house sternly appeared. Her face still remained in panic. She walked to the hospital bed where Harry was lying on:

- Oh Merlin, do you know what foolish action you have done? If I came a little bit later, I'll not sure if you could intactly lying here or not. I just can't imagine.

Harry bowed his head, he didn't know what to say. He felt like he soon would be expelled. Professor McGonagall took a look at his wounds.

- Have you completely recovered? Come with me if you could.

- Yes, Professor.

Before leaving the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey gave him some kind of medicine that was very bitter. It's taste was exactly the same as a smelly sock, but it's a very efficient medicine, though. The scratches that came from the Whomping Willow were healing, he also felt a bit better so he agreed and immediately got off the bed and followed the professor. Harry did not forget to say goodbye to Hermione.

Hermione now didn't have to take care of Harry any more, she had also done all of her homework so she decided to go to the library finding some books to read.

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Harry, with the fidgety mood, followed behind Professor McGonagall. He stared at the floor, didn't know what to say to Mr and Mrs Dursley, maybe he would be able to work with Hagrid if he was lucky enough, but it was not easy.

Professor McGonagall and him walked for a while and then stopped in front of a classroom. She opened the door and looked inside.

- Professor Flitwick, may I borrow Wood for a while?

Harry stood behind her, while he was wondering who Wood was, a tall boy came out from the classroom.

- Introduce to you, this is Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

Wood shook his hand with Harry and then Professor McGonagall quickly announced:

- Wood, I've found a talented Seeker for the team, he's a born-talented Seeker.

Wood asked Harry in pleasure:

- Have you ever watched Quidditch, Harry?

- Oh? I haven't ...

- You're really a born-talented Seeker, agile and very gentle. Miss, we should buy him a good broom, like Nimbus 2000 or Cleansweep 7, is it okay?

Wood walked around and looked at Harry. Professor McGonagall also agreed with Woods opinion.

- I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about this, we'll go out of the way to buy Potter a broom. Oh Merlin, I hope that we could win the Quidditch Cup this year.

She said and then looked at Harry:

- You have to practice often and hard, Potter.

- Yes, I will try my best, Professor.

Even though Harry said that, he still did not understand what was happening. What is a Seeker? Apart from Quidditch is a sport for witches and wizards, he didn't know anything about it.

Wood patted Harry on is shoulder before went back to the class:

- Later, after I've finished today's last period, we'll meet at the Quidditch pitch, I'll hold a special training lesson for you.

- Okay.

As Wood had told, Harry was on time at the Quidditch pitch. When he came, he saw Wood was hardly picking up a wooden chest and put it down. As he was wondering what it was, Wood opened the chest, inside there was four balls with different sizes. After listening Wood's explanation, Harry understood a little bit. Then, Wood took out from his pocket a small ball that looked like a Snitch but with no wings.

- We'll start practising with this one first, when you get used to it, then we'll use the Snitch ball.

 Two of them climbed up the brooms and flew up high. Wood shouted and threw the small ball hard.

- I throw, and you will catch it.

Harry quickly flew to the flying ball without replying. He reached his hand and catch the ball into his palm, raising it up to give Wood a sign.

- I got it, Wood.

- Good job, Harry. Now I'll continuously throw the balls, try not to miss.

Wood took out many balls that looked like the last one, powerfully threw each one from the different directions. Harry tried to get used to how to control the broom, quickly caught every balls. As a result, he got all of balls without missing a single ball, which made Wood very pleased.

- So, that's all for the first lesson, it has been two hours and it's time to rest now. We'll meet here everyday, with the same time as today.

- Okay.

Perhaps due to the intense exercise earlier, Harry was tired. He immediately returned to the common room to have a rest.

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Hermione was brooding on the "Exploding Events of the 15th Century" in the library. If only reading the title, not many people would care about it. Yet Hermione was still reading it passionately. A girl with chestnut-brown hair and white skin sat next to the window.

The figure of a little girl flipping through the pages of the book, reading excitedly caught in Draco's eyes. He stood behind a row of books, watching her through the crevice. Draco accidentally saw Hermione going to the library. The tightened leather shoes could not stop him following the girl that he loved. His heart quivered in front of that peaceful moment. He silently watched Hermione.

Suddenly, she flipped to a page which had interesting content. That made Hermione chuckled. Draco, standing behind the books, also unintentionally smiled hauntingly. That girl looks so beautiful when she smiled. In that moment, he just want her to smile at him. What if the other boys also fall in love with her because of that smile?

After several hours, seemed like Hermione had finished reading that book. She closed the book and stood up to look for a new book to read. Draco hid behind another row of book when he saw her approaching to where he was standing. Hermione rolled her eyes for a while, and stopped at a striking red book with golden words "The Witch of all times". It was quite difficult for her to take it down. The book was on the highest row of the bookcase, but her height was not really tall. When Hermione helplessly decided to search for another book, a handed reached up to take the book and handed it to her.

Hermione turned around to say thank you, she startled, dropping the book that she was holding. Oh Merlin! The person who was right behind her, is Draco Malfoy. He saw her struggling with her height so he came and helped her. Although it looked so cute, he didn't want her to be miserable so he decided to help her. He eyes was full of bewilderment. She looked so adorable in that moment. He couldn't help wanting to assume her but after a few second, she looked annoyed.

- Go away.

Perhaps he could not hear those words, he sneered.

"Pop."

Hermione kicked Draco's crotch really hard , and then quickly ran out from the library, leaving Draco with his eyes full of tears following the figure of the girl that he loved.

You're so violent, Hermione.

- Why are you lying the floor, Draco?

Goyle found his best friend lying on the floor like a stranded fish while he's was walking around the library, could stop himself asking:

- Help me up. - He gripped Goyle's trousers as he was asking for help.

- Do you know you are freaking heavy, Draco?

Goyle lifted Draco up in difficulty. His gaze was still remaining on the main door, could not help himself smiling hauntingly. That made Goyle couldn't stop doubting if he was really Draco or not.

Just wait, Hermione Granger. I won't let you escape from me a second time.

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