I always figured that if I ever went to Hogwarts I'd want to play Quidditch. Which is odd because I'm not a sports fan. But it was always one of my favourite parts of the books/films. Whilst these chapters will have scenes from the books, the majority of dialogue is my own. What I have taken, is Lee Jordans commentary. And that's just because it's so fabulous!

1991

Gryffindor vs Slytherin

Pressed up against the barrier, Hermione could barely see the pitch through the waving scarfs and flags. Flashes of red and yellow kept coming into her line of sight. She didn't understand why everyone was cheering. No one had even come out onto the pitch yet. With Ron cheering madly on one side, and the towering figure of Hagrid on the other, a small part of Hermione couldn't help but wish she'd stayed in the common room. With everyone else at the game she would have at least had some peace and quiet. It's not like she had ever been a fan of sports before Hogwarts. She'd never understood how people found a group of men running around a field and kicking a ball about, to be entertaining. Yet there was something about Quidditch that had snagged her interest. She could sit and say it was the history of the sport. But it wasn't just that. It wasn't even the complexities of the game. Ron had shown her some photos from professional Quidditch games and – although she had never admitted it – there was something about it which had hooked her. Maybe it was the adventurous nature of the game. Or even the touch of glamour about it.

"Hey," Ron tugged on her sleeve, "Look they're about to come out!"

Hermione turned to see the wooden gates lift. She could just about see Harry from the sun glinting off his glasses. She smiled. No matter what he had said, he'd do fine. She just knew.

"Here they go." Ron said.

If the cheering had been loud before, it was practically deafening as the Gryffindor team kicked off into the air. Hermione watched the three chasers do a lap round the pitch whilst she was aware Fred and George spinning twice around one of the turrets before almost nose-diving towards the pitch. They zoomed past and Hermione could have sworn Fred winked at her. Not that he had any reason to. It had probably been aimed at one of the older girls standing behind her. Ron grabbed her sleeve again.

"Game's about to start."

Hermione scarcely glanced at Madam Hooch and tugged her arm free.

"Ronald, I know you're excited, but can you please stop grabbing me."

"Sorry. But it's the first game of the season and our best friends playing. Plus, two of my brothers."

Hermione shot him a smile. "I know. Just, maybe calm down a bit?"

He nodded, but Hermione had a feeling his calm would last all of five minutes. Madam Hooch opened up the chest and Hermione watched the snitch whizz into the air whilst both bludgers began flying round the sky. Fred ducked as one narrowly missed his head and she bit her lip. Suddenly they all looked a lot more exposed up there with nothing but a few bits of protective gear.

"Harry'll be fine," Ron said, "Fred and George are some of the best beaters Gryffindor has ever had."

He paused. "Mind you, they are the ones who call themselves that so…"

Hermione turned back to the game. She knew Harry would be fine. It was Fred and George she was concerned about.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY, CHEATING-"

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way-"

"I'm telling it like it is professor!"

Hermione cheered at the Gryffindor goal. Whilst Lee Jordan's commentary was certainly adding to the entertainment, she was enjoying herself far more than she had ever imagined. She hadn't even really been focusing on Harry. Mainly because he'd been staying out of the way until he saw the snitch. But because there was so much else to watch. Alicia, Katie and Angelina were practically running rings round the Slytherin players, whilst Fred and George seemed to take great delight in hitting bludgers back and forth over the Slytherins.

"See," Ron had a smug smile on his face, "told you, you'd enjoy it."

"I never said I wouldn't enjoy it. It's just…. it's a lot different from what I expected. I never found Muggle sports this interesting."

"Well from what you've told me," Ron said, "they don't really sound it."

Hermione nodded. Her attention was now fully fixed on the game. Angelina Johnson was shooting towards the Slytherin goal post.

"And it's Johnson – Johnson with the Quaffle! What a player that girl is. I've been saying it for years, but she still won't go out with me-"

"JORDAN!"

"Just a fun fact, Professor. Adds a bit of interest."

"Fred and George's mate," Ron said, "he did the commentary last year. Not sure why they let him stay on. Fred and George keep giving him things to try and sneak in when doing commentary. Apparently last year-"

"RON!"

Hermione grabbed him with one hand and her other flew to her mouth. Marcus Flint had grabbed the bat from one of the Slytherin beaters and had whacked a Bludger straight at Harry. He ducked but the ball briefly crashed against his side. Hermione dug her fingers into Ron's arm as her other friend slipped off his broom for a few perilous seconds before hauling himself back on. Beside her Dean was screaming in outrage and Hagrid was nodding.

"Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air!"

"So – after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"

"Jordan!"

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"

"Jordan I'm warning you!"

"All right all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor seeker which could happen to anyone I'm sure."

Hermione's grip on Ron fell away and her fingers clenched the barrier tightly. Harry was holding onto his broom just as tightly. It swayed briefly before bucking upwards. Hermione narrowed her eyes. Harry's broom jerked again before moving side to side. His body swayed and Hermione could see he was close to slipping off.

"What's the matter with his broom?" Ron was leaning against the barriers as well.

Hermione shook her head. The players around Harry slowed down as his broom continued to thrash around. Fred and George appeared either side of Harry and Hermione watched on as Fred reached out to grab him. His fingers brushed against Harry when the broom shot upwards. The twins nodded at each other and both flew underneath Harry and hovered below him. Hermione kept her eyes on Fred. If Harry did fall there was every chance, he'd take Fred down with him.

"Someone's done something to his broom!" Ron hissed. "That's not natural."

Hermione's eyes hurriedly glanced around the stands. There was a cheer from the Slytherins as another goal went to them. Her eyes fell on the tower where all the teachers were stood. Her gaze focused on one person in particular. Her mouth dropped slightly.

"It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!"

Ron followed her gaze. "Seriously! What do we do?"

Hermione slipped her wand out from her pocket. "Wait there. Keep an eye on Harry."

"Well what are you doing?"

Hermione didn't answer. Slipping through the crowds towards the stairs, her eyes kept flicking back to the pitch. George still hovered below Harry, but Fred had moved back up to try and grab him. A bludger zoomed past Harry and with a yelled curse, Fred whacked it back towards Flint. Hermione hurried her pace down the steps and towards the teachers stand. She needed to stop Snape before Harry or Fred got seriously hurt.

"You are amazing Hermione," Ron said with a grin. "I still can't believe you set Snape on fire!"

Hermione felt her face flush slightly at the compliment. Her friendship with Harry and Ron was still new and being complimented by the boy who'd spent the start of the year mocking her was still something to get used to. Her and Ron were sitting by the fire whilst the rest of the common room was still partying to celebrate their win. Fred and George had paraded Harry on their shoulders for the past five minutes whilst Oliver Wood kept telling anyone who would listen that "this is the year we win the cup!"

"Hey," Fred loomed over the armchair, "not joining the party?"

"In a bit," Hermione said, "how does it feel to win?"

Fred grinned at her, "I know Wood's driving everyone mad, but between you and me, I think he's right. I think this year we might just do it."

Hermione said nothing as Fred dropped down on the arm of the chair.

"Any room for a little one?"

"Thanks for earlier," Hermione said, "with Harry and his broom. Thanks for trying to help."

Fred's face clouded over. "I've never seen that happen before. Well…not naturally anyway. But we couldn't have our star seeker fall off on his first game. He'd never live it down."

"Well…. thanks. Again. I mean you could have been seriously hurt yourselves."

Fred titled his chin up in a haughty manner.

"Well…sometimes you have to be the one who makes the sacrifice. I guess some of us are just born to play that role."

A smile then settled on his face. "But your welcome Granger. Don't worry. Me and George will keep an eye on him."

Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff.

"It's outrageous! And totally unfair!"

"Agreed! No way is he going to be unbiased. He'll probably hand the snitch over to Hufflepuff the moment the game starts!"

Hermione stepped into the common room to see Fred and George crowding around Wood. The older boy held his hands up.

"I agree it's not fair but there's not a lot we can do about it."

"Not a lot you can do about what?"

Heads spun to face her, and Hermione ducked her head at the sudden attention. Fred shot her a smile.

"Guess who the referee is at the game on Saturday?"

"Um….

"Snape!" George cut in. "Professor Snape! What does he even know about being a Quidditch referee anyway? We'd be better off with Flitwick! At least he wouldn't favour Hufflepuff."

Hermione put her books down on the table. "You don't know that he'll favour anyone. It's not as though Slytherin are playing."

Fred nodded. "True. Imagine if he'd refereed our first game! Would have probably let Harry just fall of his broom!"

Hermione's stomach recoiled at the reminder. Snape had tried to get Harry thrown from his broom when he was merely a spectator. Now he was going to be referring! Who knew what he would do to Harry? And it's not like there would be anyone there to stop him. She looked up to see Fred and George had rounded on Oliver.

"Can't you speak to McGonagall? Or Dumbledore! They must know how unfair this is."

"Look!" Oliver jumped to his feet. "I can speak to them, but I'm telling you now it won't change a thing."

Hermione stepped aside to allow him to pass. Fred and George glanced at each other and then Fred turned and kicked at the table beside him. Hermione jumped at the action. Fred caught her eye.

"Sorry. It's just so infuriating. We finally have a chance to win this year and now Snape's going to do what he can to ensure that doesn't happen."

"I didn't…" Hermione cleared her throat, "I didn't realise it meant that much to you."

George sighed. "As you may have noticed, we aren't exactly going to get top scores in our classes. But Quidditch…that's something we're good at. And something we enjoy."

Fred nodded, "I know you aren't a huge sport fan, but we love being on this team and we love playing. It just hurts when stuff like this happens. Takes some of the fun out of it."

Hermione shot him a smile. "Fred, even with Snape being the referee, you'll be fine. I know I'm not an expert in Quidditch, and I've only seen one game, but I've watched you two play. You're both good. Very good. Just play how you normally play, and you'll be fine."

Fred winked at her. "Damn, I was hoping you were going to suggest we just aim a bludger at him."

"Let's keep that as Plan B," George said.

AN: Hope you all liked this first instalment. The plan is to have a chapter for each of Fred's years at Hogwarts (that we ever got to see) Lots of Fred and Hermione fluff to bring some cheer in these odd times. Hope everyone is staying safe and keeping a positive mindset. Mental health is just important as physical in times like this. Feel free to let me know what you think xx