Naruto sat on his hands and tried not to whine about the cold. The first time they had sat outside for one of these practices it had been a lot warmer out. And making sure Sasuke didn't stab anyone had been enough to keep Naruto fully engaged and warmed up, on his toes ready to spring into action. The only saving grace had been that apparently Harry's position on the team was the most protected one. Which was good, because if he'd been playing any of the other positions and had people throwing things at him that often, Sasuke might have broken cover. As it was, he twitched his way through every drill that involved Harry running the gauntlet of his teammates trying to catch him off guard.

It wasn't the bloodiest game they had ever seen. It certainly didn't come anywhere close to a ranking match like the genin exam. But it was one thing knowing that and another thing watching your civilian cousin get chased around by a bunch of hoodlums with clubs.

"They're Harry's teammates, they're not going to hurt him," Sakrua muttered again. She'd had to repeat something like that about every hour. For a genius, Sasuke sure did seem to forget it quickly.

Sasuke snorted. He had his arms crossed over his chest and had been glaring at the other players since they trekked out here. "I had the Slytherins today," he said quietly and with the kind of ominous tone that had Naruto huddling down even further. Sasuke and a calm tone of voice usually meant he had bypassed pissed and moved into planning how to kill something.

Sakura scowled. "Ametures."

"Yes, but they had some interesting wagers for the new year."

Naruto scrunched his face up, trying to follow that line of thought. Sasuke wasn't a gambler. Gambling involved actually talking to other people and that was far too social for Sasuke. But they were all taking turns keeping an eye on anything that could be a threat to Harry, and the Slytherins had already proven themselves to be on that list. The Malfoy boy was keeping his distance still, but if Naruto was the one laying wagers, he'd bet it was only a matter of time before the boy found the gumption to do something about it.

"One of the more popular ones," Sasuke muttered, "was whether or not Harry would fall off his broom or break an arm. Again."

The three of them watched Harry carelessly drift higher up before rushing from one end of the stadium to the other with no sign that he even noticed the field full of bodies, balls, and clubs that he had to fly through to come out unscathed on the other side.

"Well, fuck," Naruto grumbled. Again? Harry sure had failed to mention that falling was a possibility. Or breaking things. He'd made Quidditch sound like a fun romp. One of the few things in his life that wasn't complicated.

"If it wasn't counterproductive, I'd kill him," Sauske declared with all of the warmth and creepy affection a Uchiha was capable of.