The Win of Gryffindor

Harry awoke the next Saturday to a stream of water falling from the ceiling, "Ron!"

Ron poked his head around the doorway, "C'mon, mate, we've got a Quidditch match today!"

Harry headed for the shower, "I know that, but did you have to get me wet?"

Ron grinned, then shrugged, "Just an early morning gift from the twins, water that dries in seconds."

Harry took his shower and headed down to breakfast with Ginny, "After the match," he whispered, "Curse your brother."

Ginny smiled, "Just so long as you end the game quickly."

Harry kissed her on the cheek, "Deal."

Harry managed to eat more food before Quidditch than he had in his career, then he headed outside to check the conditions.

Before he realized the time, everyone had started filing into the stands. He headed to the locker room to change into his robes.

After he changed clothes, Harry stood in front of the team, his team, and realized he could not say anything to his friends that he hadn't already, "No pep talk, I can't stand them."

Everyone applauded.

As they walked to the pitch, Harry whispered in Ron's ear, "Kiss and wish your girlfriend good luck, she looks pale."

Ron nodded and walked over to where Hermione was walking.

Harry smiled and talked to Ginny, "You nervous?"

Ginny nodded.

"Good, if your to confident, you'll mess up."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. She punched Harry in the arm, "Don't make me any more nervous, it isn't going to be easy, we're up against the Death Eaters in training club."

Harry nodded and walked up to the center of the pitch. He stared Malfoy in the eye, not saying a word

"Captains, shake hands!" Mrs. Hooch commanded.

Harry reached his hand out and barely touched Malfoy's before dropping it and whipping it discreetly on his robe.

"On your brooms!"

Harry mounted his Firebolt and stood ready to push off.

Mrs. Hooch blew her whistle and fifteen brooms rose into the air.

"Immediately the Quaffle is taken by the new chaser, Ginny Weasley! She heads for the Slytherin goal posts, she heads for the center, she scores! Gryffindor leads by ten! Slytherin takes possession…"

Harry began circling the pitch, looking for the telltale flash of gold. As he looked over his shoulder, he noticed Malfoy tailing him.

"Hey Malfoy," Harry taunted, "Are you so horrible that you have to follow the best player to win?"

Harry accelerated to the Gryffindor side of the pitch, and spotted the Snitch, circling the base of the goal posts. He dived toward it, and had nearly reached it when he heard Ron yell above him. Glancing up, Harry watched Ron falling, as if in slow motion. He leapt into action, catching Ron inches from the ground.

Madam Hooch landed beside him, "I'll get someone to bring him to the Hospital Wing, Potter."

Harry nodded and took off and looked for Malfoy. What he saw made his heart sink, Malfoy was speeding toward the Snitch. Harry urged his Firebolt forward, but Malfoy was way ahead, almost to the Snitch. Harry evened up with him, reached out and…

Hello Ron Weasley Gryffindor.

Gryffindor? Awesome!

Finally an heir that is completely sane.

Thanks.

Goodbye Gryffindor, more people to inform.

Ron awoke in the Hospital Wing. He thought it miraculous that he felt no pain. Madam Pomphery bustled in and gave him some chocolate she chipped off a small boulder.

Ron had just finished half or the chocolate when his friends came in the door.

Hermione looked pale, but she smiled weakly when she saw him awake. She ran over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Don't do that again."

Ron kissed her back, "Of course not, Gryffindor isn't that stupid."

Hermione smiled wider and hugged him.

"'Mione…can't…breathe," Ron gasped out.

Hermione blushed and relaxed her hold a little,

Ron looked at his friends, "Did we win?"

Harry smiled, "two hundred and seventy to zero."

Ron laughed, "We've got bragging rights until they win."

Hermione kissed him again, "So, Gryffindor, what d'you want to do now?"

Ron stood up, "Spend the day with my girlfriend," he turned to the others, "You guys find something to do."

Ron and Hermione strode out the door, holding hands.

Harry turned to Ginny, "Not a bad idea."

Ginny kissed him, "Not a bad one at all."

Harry looked over at Daniel and Jamie, "I'm sure you two can amuse yourselves.

Daniel nodded and kissed Jamie, "No problem," they too left the room.

Ginny kissed Harry again, "Alone at last."

Madam Pomphery walked in, "Out!"

Ginny and Harry ran out the door, laughing their heads off.