One and Only 3 ; George Weasley

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Today was quidditch practice. Yep, you got it. I'm on the Gryffindor quidditch team. So is Sammy. We're both beaters just like our father and his twin was.

A quidditch team consists of seven players.

One keeper who on our team is a boy named Zane Lamar.

Two beaters, Sammy and I.

Three chasers, Thomas Bristow, Zachary Busto and Jennie Reeve.

And then there's a seeker. Our seeker is Ginnie Lee. We all get along on our team and practices are great. Zane is a seventh year and he was appointed quidditch captain two years ago but once he graduates, a new player will be chosen. Thomas is in his sixth year, Zachary's in fifth, Jennie in third and Ginnie in seventh as well, meaning that next year, we'll have tryouts to fill the positions as Keeper and Seeker.

At every Gryffindor game, mum and dad are there with Veronica in the rows, watching simply because of Sammy and I. Most of our family is there to see us. Grandma and grandpa are two of the people who love showing their support the most. Well, a part from dad. He keeps saying how proud he is that his twin children have the exact same positions as he and his own twin brother had.

Luke is the quidditch captain and beater of the Slytherin Quidditch team. I haven't played against him yet while we were officially dating. Thought there was a game at the end of last year where we were seeing each other in private and we played against each other.

The quidditch team also consists of the sixth-year keeper Cal Hoggard, fifth year beater Grant Chambers, second year chaser Arabella Bush, fourth year chaser Lenora Burton, sixth year chaser Smith Avery and fourth year seeker Logan Steed.

"What are they doing here?" Zachary suddenly asked and the rest of us turned around to see the people I just talked about. The Slytherin quidditch team.

"Parkinson!" Zane called. "What are you doing here? Gryffindor's got the pitch today."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Lamar." Luke laughed in a taunting way. "I'm sure we can work something around...?"

His eyes landed on me. "Right, baby?"

"Ew." Sammy said under his breath while the rest of my team looked at me.

"You and Parkinson?" Ginnie asked. "Seriously? He's the enemy."

Luke took a large step towards me, body hovering over mine as his eyes stared down at mine. "Don't you agree with me, Vivi? Slytherin should have the pitch today, not Gryffindor."

He had a twisted smirk on his face. He really did except me to agree with him.

"N-No." I said, his smirk immediately fading. His entire expression changed and he looked pretty threatening now. "I'm sorry Luke but Gryffindor has reserved the pitch and Hufflepuff is tomorrow, Ravenclaw the day after. Maybe try on Tuesday?"

He tilted his head, watching me and I could tell he ran his tongue alongside his cheek, his lips pursed before he nodded slightly.

"Whatever you say, Vivi."

He turned around and motioned for the rest of his team to leave and he did as well. Oh no.. I did not just do that. He was going to hurt me again. He was going to hit me again.

"Right. We should get back to practice, right?" Jennie asked.

"Right." Zane nodded. "That's right, Jennie. We're gonna divide into two teams. I'll play judge. Vivi, Thomas and Zachary on one team, Sammy, Jennie and Ginnie on the other."

When practiced ended just before the sun went down, Sammy and I walked together back to the dorm. On our way, I saw Luke in the hallway. He stood with some of his Slytherin friends. We had locked eyes and his jaw tensed immediately. He was scary and I was terrified about what was going to happen once he got me alone.

In the Gryffindor common room, Fred and Roxanne were fighting which wasn't anything out of the usual. The two always found something to fight about. Other Gryffindor students were watching them, watching as Roxanne threw pillows at Fred who tried defending himself.

"I'll be in my dormitory." I told Sammy as I walked past the scene and up the stairs. I closed the door behind me and placed my broomstick in the corner behind the door, then got changed out of my quidditch robes.