"We could go to the Manor," he said slowly.  "There’s a park.  It’s not a proper pitch, of course, but there's plenty of space.  You could come watch."  He added the last to tease her.  He couldn’t imagine Hermione Granger doing anything quite as girlfriend-ish as watching... whatever he was to her... play a sport she obviously thought duller than cooking or ballet, both of which were as dull as watching paint dry.  She wasn't his girlfriend or even his friend.  She was his... Veela?  Not a relationship that involved cheering for him.