Gotta love testosterone

I'm back! Thanks for your patience. I hope you enjoy this chapter; it was actually really hard to write. I think just this point of view is really difficult! I thought it would be easy, but it's not! Well, I hope you enjoy!

The sky is gray and overcast with a slight breeze stinging against my cheeks. Hermione shivers and grips my hand tighter as I lead her down to the Quidditch pitch. The team is already out on the field; Jack and Sloper, the two beaters are darting around on their brooms and the girls and Ron are chatting in a tight circle. As we approach the field, the team turns in our direction; each one had a distinct scowl on their face.

I frown at them and turn to say goodbye to Hermione. She smiles at me hesitantly before placing a small chaste kiss on my icy cheek. It surprises me, but I try to play it off as normal, even though I can feel my face turn red; to embarrassed to look back at the group who is most likely speaking ill of me at this very moment.

Hermione quickly leaves my side and heads up to the seating area of the quidditch pitch. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage and authority before confidently walking up to my teammates.

I offer a false smile and they don't return it.

"Alright guys, let's get started," I say somberly and the team obeys. Each member flies to their assigned position as they are conditioned to do and the three chasers start their drill; tossing the ball and swerving their way towards the three hoops that Ron's keeper of. Jack and Sloper, (the two beaters) volley the ball across the field and between the ladies. The practice is going smoothly as usual. As captain I survey the game, but as the same drill drags on, I tear my eyes away and scan the bleachers. Hermione is seated there and surprisingly, without the company of a book. Her full attention is on the practice and more specifically, me. A girl has never paid this much attention to me before. It feels great! Hermione is so loyal and encouraging and…beautiful. I thought all girls were like Cho Chang, but their not, or at least Hermione's not…Hermione's just my friend, stop thinking like that! She's so determined and passionate though. If I ever get a girlfriend, I hope she's like Hermione. Attractive, smart, and a bit feisty.

"SMACK!"

A loud noise echoes across the field resulting in a blood curdling scream. I turn and see Ginny Weasley plummeting toward the ground. I react quickly and speed down after her, faster and faster as I race against gravity.

I catch her just in time, right around the waist. Her weight, as little as it is, pulls me down and we fall to the ground letting her land on top of me to cushion her fall.

Ginny rolls off of me groaning in pain as the other five member of the Gryffindor team fly down to meet us. Katie and Parvati rush to her side to offer comfort.

I stand up and look around at each of their faces. "What happened?" I ask in an accusatory tone.

The boys all looked from on to another guiltily.

"Ron hit her with a quaffle, he was trying to show off a new move of his to Parvati," Katie says disgustedly resulting in a glare from Ron.

"It was an accident!" He responds defensively.

I give him an incredulous look. "What the hell were you thinking?" I ask. How could he endanger a member of our team?

"You're going to blame this all on me!"

I let out a short bitter laugh, "Well, you were the one not paying attention and knocking your sister off a broom that's six stories high!"

"I wasn't the only one not paying attention, captain. If you weren't to busy starring at Hermione, maybe you would have more control over your team!"

"I expect my team members to be responsible and carrying on practice without my constant attention, but apparently you need a baby sitter to control your flirting habits!" I yell growing angry with every word.

Before Ron can retort However, the small red-head spoke up with a voice that if you didn't know her, you wouldn't expect to come from her.

"Would you two idiots shut up! There's human suffering down here!"

I looked down at her. The tears she had shed were now dry and her face is red with anger.

"Now get me off the bloody ground so I can get my stuff and go to Madam Pomfry! I think my shoulders dislocated."

At her commanding words, Katie and Parvati help her to her feet and they set off to the locker rooms.

I sigh deeply with frustration. There was no point in practicing any longer today. Ron was a hazard to the team and was pissing me off. If I didn't have the guilt in the back of my mind of pretending to be Hermione's boyfriend, I would kick him off the team for being such a prat.

"Practice is over…" I say miserably and myself, Ron, Jack and Sloper all head to the locker rooms.

I enter the room first and see the three girls chatting quietly. The two beaters enter after me and seconds later Ron, still fuming, bursts through the door causing everyone to look in his direction.

I choose to ignore him and keep my dignity as captain.

"We didn't get much done today…we'll try to get more accomplished on Tuesday," I say to the teama trying to sound professional.

The locker next to mine slams shut. "Don't bring your girlfriend next time," I hear Ron mutter angrily. I turn to him and look him straight in the eye, using all of my will power to restrain my rage.

"If you have a problem Ron, say it to my face!" I say harshly and I can feel all the eyes of the people in the locker room on us. I know were making a scene but I can't stop now.

"Sod off, Harry!" Ron says, clearly attempting to avoid admitting what his problem is.

"No!" I yell and step closer to him. "You've been acting like such a prat lately! So just what is it that's bothering you so much?" I ask, daring him to say it out loud.

"What do you think you're playing at with Hermione? She's like your sister! It just came out of nowhere and you act like it's nothing, like nobody's going to care!"

"And why should they? It's none of their business is it? And what about you and Parvati? That came out of nowhere! You don't even like Parvati! You said she was a snot!"

I didn't look, but I heard a sharp gasp come from the direction of the girls.

"You and Hermione have never expressed feelings for each other before, how do you expect everyone how fancied you and Hermione to act? I know you don't like her that way! What are you using her for? I can't possibly think of what it is other than to piss everyone off!"

Ron was so bloody stupid, I couldn't stand it. I was going to give him one last chance.

"I know what your problem is Ron! You argue with Hermione like your married, you get jealous if she expresses any romantic interest in a male other than yourself, and you constantly flirt!" I say and wait a few short second for a response. The room remains silent however.

"Your in love with her you thick headed prat! Just admit it and put us all out of our misery, Hermione and I were just-"

Before I can say any more, Ron's large fist connects with my face and sends me straight to the hard floor. I hear the girls scream and several of them are at my side in an instant. My hands instinctively fly to my face where I was hit and my hands are quickly drenched in blood. I manage to look up at my surrounding and I see Ron storming out the door just as Hermione enters. They glance at each other quickly, but Ron doesn't waver in his pursuit of retreat. Hermione looks around the room in confusion before seeing me on the floor with my nose dripping blood.

"What happened?" She asks.

I don't respond, but just glare at her. She's the brightest witch of her year; did she really need to ask?

"Did you tell him the truth?" She asks. I shake my head at her in frustration.

"No Hermione, I was a little distracted by his fist flying at my face!" I hiss at her sarcastically.

Luckily, Hermione senses my hostility and rushes out of the locker room. I tear my attention away from her and focus in on the five people staring down at me. "You can all leave now! Practice is over!" I shot and the stunned team quickly leaves; all but Ginny Weasley.

"Harry," she says softly and kneels down beside me and reaches inside her bag.

"Just leave me alone," I say to her harshly.

"You don't need to talk to me that way! I'm not going to respond to your disgusting display of testosterone!"

I roll my eyes at her and sigh. I didn't need anymore insults, no matter how true they might be.

"We're both hurt so we might as well go to the hospital wing together," She says sharply as she pulls out a clean white towel from her bag.

"What's that for?" I ask.

She slaps it over my nose and I cringe a bit in pain.

"Your nose, your bleeding all over the place…besides, you need to get cleaned up for your girlfriend, girls don't like to kiss guys with bloody noses!" She says trying to be playful but a hint of sadness escapes in her tone.

"I don't think she'll mind," I sigh and hold the towel around my bleeding nose.

Ginny frowns at me, "really? That's gross," She says and I almost laugh.

"No! She won't mind because she won't be kissing me!"

Ginny looks to me with a confused expression. "Why?"

"Because," I sigh. "Hermione and I were never really dating," I admit to her.

Ginny's expression is hard to read. She's kneeling close to me staring in my eyes, searching for truth.

"Why would you pretend?" She asks softly.

"It was her idea…She thought she could get Ron to admit his feelings for her if she made him jealous. I was just her pawn," I explained sadly.

"So there's nothing?" She asked as if to be clear she wasn't imagining.

"Just friendship," I respond and I catch a small smile escape Ginny's lips.

"Wouldn't just telling Ron how she feels be more effective?" Ginny asked after a few moments of silence.

I purse my lips and sigh. "That's what I said, but Hermione wanted to do it her way."

"It made a lot of people upset though, especially Ron," Ginny stated shyly. I notice a small blush on her face.

Then I remembered something Hermione had said to me before potions class. She said something about Ginny not being over me.

"You were upset too?" I ask her quietly. Ginny's eyes widen and she blushes even more.

"Er, well, I er-" She stumbles with her words as she distracts herself by digging through her bag.

"I guess I was a little, er-"

"Jealous," I say finishing her sentence.

She looks at me with fear and embarrassment. "A little," She whispers and begins digging through her stuff again.

We sit in silence and I watch her carefully.

Ginny's fire red hair and flushed cheeks seem to make her glow. One arm hangs limply to her side, but the other arm is slender and ripples with small muscles as she digs through her bag. Ginny is gorgeous in a down to earth sort of way. She's an intimidating girl, but more compassionate than many people I know. I'm suddenly attracted to the little Ginny Weasley, my best friends' sister. If I decided I fancied her, would I get punched again?

Just then, something green and leafy falls out of Ginny's bag. She reaches for it quickly.

"What's that?" I ask. She stops and holds it.

"This? Oh it's just some mistletoe. Hermione gave it to me yesterday, she told me to carry it around with me, never know when I might need it," She explains and shrugs at her answer. She moves to put it away, but I'm overcome with the urge to touch her.

I reach out quickly, but gently and grab her hand that's holding the mistletoe.

She stops her action and looks up at me, her cheeks still pink. Our eyes meet, and I feel myself blushing as well.

"I think Hermione was right," I say softly and muster all of my courage before I begin to move in towards her slowly. Ginny's not moving away, she's going to let me kiss her. I close my eyes and move in closer. I can feel her warm breathe on my lips and I'm about to touch mine to hers in a passionate moment when she holds up her small hand between our faces.

"What's wrong?" I ask feeling embarrassed. She smiles at me sweetly.

"Remember what I said about kissing and bloody noses?" She asks sweetly.

I smile too and blush deeply. "Oh, Sorry," I apologize and move away from her.

She moves toward me though and places a small kiss on my cheek.

"I'll save the mistletoe for later though," She says with a wide grin.

Ginny is a stunning girl, how come I never noticed before? I smile back at her and offer a hand out to help her up.

"Let's get to the hospital wing," I say and take her bag as we walk out of the locker room with the pleasant thoughts of a blossoming relationship ahead of us.

Well, this wasn't as good as I'd hoped it would be, but I would still love reviews! We still have the Ron and Hermione conflict to resolve so that's next!