Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

            Harry pulled himself out of bed, completely exhausted. The homework from all his teachers was intensifying, and Quiditch practice occupied most of his evenings.

            Quiditch! Something in Harry's stomach gave a most terrifying lurch, so much that Harry had to lean on the dresser next to his bed so that he wouldn't trip over the pants he was trying to pull on.

            Harry had forgotten that he had a Quiditch match against Slytherin today. His hand trembled as he pushed his glasses onto his face, and even worse as he lifted his fork to his face at breakfast.

            "You'll do great Harry!" Ron said reassuringly, clapping Harry so hard on the back, he made him spill the contents in his goblet. Harry grabbed a napkin and started to sop up the mess, just as Ginny sat down next to him. She grinned at Hermione, and the two of them started a conversation about Victor Krum. Ron snorted into his breakfast very loudly, getting some stares from fellow Griffindors.  Harry looked up, and saw him glaring angrily at Hermione.

            "Let's go get ready, Harry," he said heatedly, and stomped out of the dining hall without waiting for Harry. Hermione and Ginny giggled, so Harry started to leave before they wanted him to join into their silly girlish discussions.

            "Er…see you later, at the match." He said, nervously. The girls smiled at him.

            "Good luck, Harry!" Hermione said. Ginny nodded, agreeing.

            "We'll win with you back on the team!" Ginny tilted her head up at him, beaming. For some reason Harry's stomach fluttered, and he found himself wanting to win, so not to disappoint her.

            "Thanks." He whispered hoarsely, and then whirled around so they wouldn't see him blushing. "Bye!" he called, walking away quickly. He could hear them talking as he strolled towards the door, the voices growing fainter with his every step.  

            "Dean is so great!"

            "Really?"

            "Well, not exactly, he's been worrying me lately…

            "Why?"

            "Do you know Violet Quibbles? Well…" Harry exited the great hall, and headed to the fields, his heart pounding away in his ear.

All right, almost there! Harry is starting to feel something for Ginny…