Quidditch was never a sport Hermione had liked, nor had Tom. It was just a bunch of witches and wizards flying around on broomsticks, dodging and chasing big and little balls. Although, the after parties provided very good cover for clandestine meetings with potion masters that everyone called a dungeon bat, especially when said children were hooting and hollering at the red haired boy and annoying chit of a girl snogging at the center of said party.