My thanks to the people who've reviewed. Makes me very happy. So anyway, for this story, Harry is captain of the quidditch team, Ginny is a chaser and Ron is still a keeper. Just so ya know. More notes at the bottom. This chapter has had all its ugly spots smashed away with a hammer. Ah, editing.

Quidditch practice today. This was the first thing to enter Harry and Ron's mind as they sat up in bed. Ron grinned at Harry and moved to get dressed; Harry longed to pull the shutters closed around his bed and sleep for the rest of the day. He had gotten about three hours of sleep last night. Now he sort of regretted following Luna outside and wished he had gone to bed instead.

Telling himself what was done couldn't be changed, he picked a random shirt and jeans off the floor. Ron was chattering about looking forward to using a new move they had developed but Harry ignored him. He noticed it must have rained sometime near dawn for most of the snow had melted away. That was good; at least they didn't have to worry about the sun reflecting off the snow.

As they sat down for breakfast a few minutes later, Hermione eyed him. "Didn't sleep well?" she asked, sipping pumpkin juice. Harry shook his head and stuffed a fork-full of eggs into his mouth. He felt gloomy, tired and hoped practice went well so they didn't have to stay any longer then they had to.

He noticed Ron was watching him with a smirk as he dumped a pile of sausages onto his plate, earning an eye-rolling for Hermione. Harry raised an eyebrow in question, feeling like he didn't have the energy to form words. "You do look tired." He commented. "Stay up late last night?"

Harry glared at him. "No, your snoring kept me up." Harry snarled back at him. Calm down, he told himself. Take it out on your breakfast; not Ron. Harry glanced down at his plate and stabbed a sausage.

Ron shrugged and took the plate of bacon being offered by Neville. "Just thought you might have gotten a bit of exercise last night, that's all."

Harry chewed slowly as he looked at Ron. So he noticed Harry had stepped out last night. Why was he being so coy about it then? "I took a walk, couldn't sleep. Will you shut up about it now?"

Ron tried to look like he was offended, but Harry noticed the sly glint in his eye. Is he taking lessons from Malfoy? Harry wondered. "Jeez Harry, I was just going to say, did you two have fun last night?" Harry felt the food in his stomach churn unhappily. Hermione looked up from her breakfast. "Who? Harry, who were you out with last night?"

"Nobody." Harry growled at her, as he considered kicking Ron under the table.

"Nobody?! Harry, wouldn't Luna be mad if she heard you call her that?" At this Hermione snorted laughter. "Harry, what in the world were you doing outside with Loony? Try to help her capture a Crumpled Horny Snorkick?" Hermione was set in her ways.

Harry had the urge to tell her that just because she hasn't seen poof of something; that it didn't mean it doesn't exists. Instead he ignored her and the laughter Ron was failing to repress. "I mean really Harry, you can do better than that," she continued.

"Seriously mate, come on." Ron said. "Compare her to Cho, Luna looks like a fi - OUCH!" Ron reached under the table and grabbed his leg. "What did you do that for?!" He asked, outraged. People looked over at his voice. Harry sat still for a moment and glared back at him, before muttering "Bloody git" under his breath and marching out of the Great Hall.

Many eyes followed him out, but he was so used to the feeling he didn't really care. He was too mad at Ron. What did Luna ever do to him? "Well," a voice drawled in his head, "it's more the fact that she exists…"

Shaking his head as if to banish the voice he made his way outside, his Firebolt over his shoulder. Harry felt incredibly sour. This day was starting to look better and better. He did laps around the stadium until the others arrived for practice and he flew down to meet him. He snapped at them and pointed out the faults they needed to work on without his usual effort of being nice about it. After he was done, they hastened to move, not wanting the considerable wrath of their captain directed at them. Only Ron stayed on the ground, glaring at him and Harry took off without acknowledging him.

He directed the new moves only when he thought he had to; he spent the rest of the time pulling his own made up strategies to capture the snitch. He had already caught it twice when he spared a glance at the goals where Ron was, attempting to defend the hoops with some kind of style he had read about last week and failing to do so. Ginny kept scoring her goals, which were half hearted attempts. Harry blew the whistle and flew to the ground, taking the Quaffle from Ginny when she landed. "Ron!" He yelled to the keeper when he landed. "It's your job," He threw the Quaffle at Ron, who barely caught it, "to catch it! Who cares how pretty you look, as long as you catch it!!"

Ron threw the ball to the ground and stalked up to Harry. "What the hell's your problem, Harry?!"

"My problem is you!" he bellowed. "Just catch the damn Quaffle, Ron!" He lowered his voice, still livid. "If that's too hard for you to follow, get off the damn team." With this he stalked away, dragging his Firebolt behind him. Hearing nothing but the rush of blood in his ears and feeling nothing but rage and the damn prickling of his scar he walked into the Entrance Hall, seething too much to notice students practically jumping out of his way and casting nearly fearful glances in his wake. He passed Hermione, who was talking to some Hufflepuffs without stopping. "Harry!" she called, running after him and catching a handful of his robes. "Shove off!" he yelled, wrenching out of her grasp. She stood there, looking dumfounded.

He dumped his Firebolt onto his bed and began to pace the room, his anger not diminished. On his third time passing Ron's bed, he kicked it savagely, letting out a frustrated yell as he bent to cradle his aching foot. He felt his hearth rate slowing as he knelt there and stood a few moments later, still angry but having no urge to try and take his problems out on furniture again.

Maybe I should go somewhere else, he thought, as Ron was bound to return at some point. He'd rather not face him right now. So this is what led him out of the common room and wandering the halls, slowly making his way to one of the exits. He wanted someone level headed to talk to. A walk outside sounded good right about now too, so maybe he would run into Luna and –

"Aw, is the whittle baby Potter having a temper tantwum?" Harry stopped in his tracks, looking straight ahead. Several students stopped also. Strangely, Malfoy's voice didn't make his anger boil inside him like he expected. He felt a dangerous calm. It was like the same horrible way Bellatrix had taunted him in the Department of Mysteries, and he refused to let a scum like Malfoy get the better of him. Malfoy was standing behind him, waiting for a response. Harry pretended to examine a painting in front of him. "I wonder," he said softly, almost vaguely, "if your father is having fun at Azkaban, Malfoy? I bet he fits right in with the shit on the walls…" Silence followed, and he continued on his was without looking anywhere but in front of him.

Heh…changed the ending again. Oh well. You shall see the reason to Harry's latest fit in chapter 5, so don't worry, I'm not trying to make him OOC. Same thing with Hermy and Ron, Hermy seems like a 'ill believe it when i see it' person. Ron was really just teasing Harry and not trying to be mean...if you couldnt tell... REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!