"A ... A Problem?" Ron repeated shakily.

Harry nodded his head "A big one.... He's threatening to"

"Hey! Just because you're the captain doesn't mean you don't have to run" Madam Hooch called over to the boy's "Get out here Potter" She ordered

"We'll talk later" Harry stated his face as pale as Ron's. In a way he was grateful for Madam Hooch's interruption. While he was running he could think or at least try. He had two hours to decide. He took off at a slow pace, carefully weighing his option's. What would happen if the whole school and ultimately the whole Wizarding community found out he was ...? He couldn't even think it. Still deep in his mind he wanted to believe that he wasn't .... that way. Ron ran up beside him an anxious look on his face.

"He want's you to what?" He asked

"I said I'll talk to you later" Harry snapped running a bit faster

Ron sped up to catch up with him "Listen!" He huffed "You're not the only one who Malfoy is blackmailing"

"Well you're not the one who has a reputation!" Harry snapped back before realizing what he said. He instantly stopped "I didn't mean that"

"The hell you did" Ron snapped back going up to him "You think because you're ' The Famous Harry Potter ' that my reputation doesn't matter?!"

"I didn't mean that" Harry said in a pleading tone

"Then what did you mean?!" Ron asked.

Ginny who was passing came up to them"What are you two doing?" She asked her eye's not meeting Harry's

"Well" Ron asked impatiently

Harry was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came, He tried again... another fail. Finally he just lowered his head. Shame.

"Well it's nice to know that my Best friend and- ..." Ron then stopped himself "Think's that" He continued "Just because I'm not up to par with him"

"Ron don't say that" Harry pleaded as the team, drawn over by Ron's loud voice started to crowd them

"Just because my family can't afford a lot of things"

"I didn't say that!" Harry yelled looking at Ginny who looked shocked and steadily more hurt than she'd looked earlier "I'd never say that" He looked around at the faces of his teammates. And then the whispering began

"I always knew he thought he was better than everyone"

"Famous Harry Potter Ha"

"What a jerk"

"His own best friend. . . "

Shame. Shame. Shame. Harry was so ashamed of himself that he didn't hear when Madame Hooch came over and blew her whistle to break it up and told everyone to get on their broom's.

"Potter, Potter, POTTER!" She yelled

"Huh" Harry said finally pulling his head up

"On your broom Potter" She ordered

"Oh ... yeah" He said softly

She followed him to get his broom "You'd better be more alert than this Potter ... The house Quidditch cup is coming up"

"I'm aware of that" He said mounting the broom

"Good" She said detecting the attitude in his voice "Then your team needs you to be there. Focused. Not floating around with a blank expression on your face" She took the end of his broom and pulled him back down. He didn't hear a word she was saying let alone realizing he was hovering about 3 feet in the air. "Harry are you ok?" She asked

Madam Hooch rarely called her players by their first name. He looked into her blue eye's desperately wanting to tell someone about how he was feeling inside. But he just gulped hard and nodded.

Sighing Madam Hooch also nodded "Alright then get up there."

Harry nodded once more and pushed off. He tried to fly near Ginny but she moved away. And flying near Ron wasn't even an option. The rest of the time already thought he was a jerk from the way he'd yelled at them and he'd forgotten all he planned out that night. To make matters worse during the ending of practice, looking out into the stands he saw the white blonde hair of Draco Malfoy... again. His eye's were locked on Harry, and when he realized Harry was in fact looking back at him he gave him a little wave. Harry instantly became nauseous. The only thing keeping him from hurling in the air was the sight of glittering of gold near the opposite goal posts. He took off at it at lightning speed. Maybe a little too fast. So focused on the little ball he didn't see, when he went to swerve to get it the third goal post. He grabbed the little ball in his fingers and Smash.

The tiny snitch still struggling in his hand, he fell off of his broom and down thirty feet. The last thing he remembered was the cackling laugh belonging to Malfoy and the snitch freeing itself from its restraints.