That week Hermione was growing more and more confused. Ginny and Harry were acting all lovey dovey, again, to such and extent that Draco started to look very jealous and fed up. Harry and Draco were flashing their rings at every opportunity. To cap it all, Ron was being even less coherent than usual. What the hell was going on?

That Saturday there was to be a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. As Harry and Draco were the Quidditch captains for their houses they had to pretend to be enemies as they shook hands.

Only Ron noticed the note that Harry passed Draco subtly during that handshake.

Draco read it and gave Harry a swift grin before discarding it onto the ground. Ron scooped it up and read it out to Harry quietly.

"Loser pays the forfeit. What does that mean? What's the forfeit?"

"Trust me, Ron, you don't wanna know!"

"Yes I bloody well do! Tell me!"

"If I do it will distract you from your Keeping. I don't want to have to pay that forfeit so I won't tell you till the game is over. I promise I will then. Come on team, we can beat Slytherin easily. Just fly like you did last practice and we'll be done in record time."

"But it was you who set that record. In a game against Hufflepuff you caught the snitch in about five minutes." Ron stated.

"Well, let's make it four minutes then. Chasers remember, your keyword is TEAMWORK. Ron, just focus, you CAN do this remember. Beaters, if those Bludgers come near us I will make sure that you walk like penguins for another three weeks. Got it? Ok team, let's make Godric proud! I have faith in all of you. I chose you all because we are Gryffindors and we deserve to win. Come on, what do you say? They're only Slytherins."

They kicked off and flew to their respective positions.

The Chasers acted very much like the Irish national team players that Harry had seen at the World Cup final. They moves so fast and so effortlessly that before you knew it Gryffindor were 40 points ahead. The Slytherin Keeper looked utterly baffled and he had barely moved.

Gryffindor didn't give the Slytherin Chasers a chance to get near the Quaffle and they were sitting ducks for the Bludgers which kept flowing towards them.

Ron therefore wasn't doing much but he laughed every time a Bludger hit the opposing Chasers because it meant that he wasn't needed particularly.

Harry and Draco were scouring the pitch at opposite ends for any glimpse of the Snitch. It was actually Ron who saw it and he whistled to Harry and pointed towards the middle of the pitch. Draco had seen it too and soon the two boys were diving for it and the commentator could be heard shouting that they were going to crash.

And they did.

They landed in a heap on the floor and in the jumble it was impossible to see who had caught the Snitch.

The hand that was raised from the heap clutching the Snitch was surrounded by a red and gold sleeve.

Slowly Harry disentangled himself and outstretched his hand to help Draco up.

"Looks like you're doing the forfeit tonight, Draco. Sorry honey. I…"

"Guess the better man won?" Draco finished his sentence for him.

As Harry walked away Draco couldn't resist firing a hex at him. Harry started gagging as though there was something stuck in his throat. Ron landed next to him and asked him what was wrong he realised that he had been put under a silencing charm. He asked if Harry wanted him to curse Draco for him, to which Harry smiled and shook his head. He then turned to Draco and cast the wedgie spell until Draco released the silencing charm.

"Wow, how'd you do that Harry?"

"Have you forgotten, Ron, that I can perform non verbal spells?"

"Oh, yeah. I did forget. So, what's the forfeit?"

"20 Galeons and the dirtiest story and action you can possibly think of. Not to mention a huge prank to play on the school. Oh, I will certainly have some fun! Care to join me?"