A/N: This is where I take a stab at all of the evil in the world. Shortly after my accent into sainthood, at the revelation in my words, the world will be a much better place. Everyone will get a puppy and daisies will fall from the sky. And Lucy in the sky with diamonds. That was my old A/N, detox does the weirdest shit to the mind.

Ten points to anyone who can guess my favorite television show after reading the Quidditch match!

Last Chapter: Harry and Gregory make up after fighting… Ron and Crabbe meet once again to discuss their 'plans' for figuring Harry and Gregory out…

The early morning sunlit was careening across the sky, spearing the waves of autumn mist in the heart with its warm touch. It was a bold morning and inhabitants of Hogwarts were feeling bold as well; unless you happened to be on one of the teams that were competing in the Quidditch match that afternoon. For everyone else, the air was full of wonder as both Houses were more than certain that they would be victorious in the match.

In recent years past, the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch match has always been the highlight match of the year. Something erroneous and exciting always happened during their match-ups. Thrill-seekers of the ongoing, and now seemingly ceased, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy rivalry were hoping that tempers would flare during the match and they wanted to see the drama first hand. Slytherins and Gryffindors alike were wearing Weasley is our King badges, for different reasons of course. The Slytherins went into their things from two years previous and brought out their Potter Stinks badges, although some of those ended up being destroyed by a very annoyed Gregory Goyle. The owners were in shock when their badges broke, seemingly on their own. Gregory was still maintaining the secret of his relationship and cast "Diffindo" on them unnoticeably. In learning one secret, Gregory was also learning how to have others as well.

Breakfast that day was a rough ordeal for almost all present at the Gryffindor table. Even after weeks of successful and high-quality practices, Ronald Weasley doubted his ability as a Keeper. This feeling of dread was starting to spread as Ron continued to talk not only about his deficiencies but also those of his team mates. Ron was completely unaware of his outspokenness until Ginny Weasley had cast a silencing hex on him. Even silenced Ronald Weasley was a mess.

Hermione was doing her best to soothe Ron as Ginny berated him, much in the way that Molly Weasley would have given similar circumstances. "How can you say that we can't pass well enough Ronald? We're no the ones bumbling about all the time!" Ginny rebuked as she continued to point her wand at him. She was fuming and couldn't say much more. Livid to the point of breaking Ginny ran out of the Great Hall. Ron was about to run after his sister when Hermione held him back, despite his grunts and moans to follow after his sister. Katie Bell looked at Ron petulantly and followed after her fellow chaser on her own accord. This was a situation perhaps better left to girls.

Hermione looked at Ron pleadingly. "Could you please calm yourself? You're going to do fine. You've been doing well at practices; I've no idea why you're so upset." She cooed soothingly. Her brown eyes were kind and Ron could see this within them. Silently, because the hex was still in effect, he turned back to his breakfast and poked his food for a little while longer.

The only person that was calm was Harry, but he felt as though he had a secret weapon. Harry knew that his significant other was a Beater for the Slytherin team and would therefore probably not have to endure an endless beating from the bludger as he often had to when facing other teams. He would be mortified by the idea that his sensitive hulk would try to smash him with a bludger. He did expect to have to dodge a few poorly aimed taunts, but only to not arouse the suspicion of anyone watching the match. Watching Gregory casually eat his breakfast in peace, Harry decided he would do the same. Seeing Ron in such distress left him feeling a little disconcerted about the upcoming match and when Ginny hexed their Keeper, this only added to his slight dread. This was no way for their day to be starting out.

The rest of the morning progressed much better than breakfast had. Even after the effects of the silence hex wore off of Ron. Fearing another outburst from his sister Ron internalized his anxiety until a fed-up Hermione told him to get over himself. "Oh Ronald, would you please get yourself together! This is no way to go into a match. How many times do I have to tell you that you're going to do just fine?" Hermione languidly expressed her feelings for Ron. Apparently being able to play matchmaker for your friends was easier than doing so for yourself. Harry jumped in after her to show his own admiration of Ron's ability as a Keeper.

"Look mate, you beat out everyone else that came to the practice fair and square. Pure talent got you Keeper. Remember what happened at practice on Wednesday evening? When Ginny, Katie and Demelza were doing their three-way attack that they came up with, and Ginny and Demelza kept passing the quaffle back and forth behind Katie?" Harry said casually.

"And I thought they kept giving the ball to Katie and when I thought she threw it to my right and it turns out that Demelza had it and threw it to my left…" Ron looked completely distraught as that point.

"Yeah, but you managed to save it easy enough!" Harry cried out excitedly. "You were made to be a Keeper Ron. I don't think the Slytherin Keeper is going to be able to make a save against that one." Harry was doing his best to cheer Ron up. At hearing this, Ron let a little smile sneak up on him. It was a pretty good save after all. Seeing this change in posture, Harry challenged Ron to a game of Wizard's Chess. Knowing that his best friend was very good and was sure to win the game, Harry knew this would boost Ron's confidence. Ron scampered off to get his chess board. In his absence Harry decided to interrogate Hermione.

"How long has this been going on Hermione?" Harry asked her nonchalantly. She eyed him cagily, thinking he was talking about Ron's nervousness.

"Ever since he became Keeper last year as you know as well as I do Harry." Hermione explained, slightly annoyed at having been asked. What she did not know was that Harry was not talking about Ron, not in the sense of him being a Keeper.

"Not Ron, you! How long have you been, oh, I don't know…?" Harry paused, trying to think of the best way to ask her. "Since when have you liked Ron?" Harry finally managed to get out. Hermione eyed Harry cautiously, was she really being that obvious?

"For a long time and to be honest, I'm surprised you haven't noticed before now." Hermione said quietly. She wasn't ashamed of the object of her affection; she was ashamed at the prospect of her trying to hide it. "Why can't I get him to notice me more?" Hermione was a little distracted by this thought and was unaware that she had spoken it aloud.

Harry was unsure how to answer her question. "Well you did so well with Gregory and me, how can it be so hard for yourself?" He answered her honestly. Hermione gave Harry a look befitting that of someone who had just had their mind read.

"This is different Harry. You were both being obvious that you were interested. I'm not a Quidditch player, and thus, Ron overlooks me. He probably sees me as a friend and not as a girl. You remember what happened with the Yule Ball." Hermione was distressed by this thought. If only there was a way for her to get Ron's attention.

Harry did not know what exactly to say to his friend, which was apparently becoming an epidemic for him. He didn't have more than a moment to think before Ron had reappeared with his Wizard Chess set. Settling himself down on the couch next to Hermione, Ron set up the board for play. Harry decided to file this new information into the back of his mind for dissemination later. Surely he could come up with a way for Hermione to get Ron's attention.

The atmosphere of the trio lightened as the afternoon silently snuck up on them. Harry and Ron had played three games of chess by the time lunch was upon them. Feeling hungry for three people who'd spent their morning relaxing in the Common room, they headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Ron had almost completely forgotten his dread about the match, until he saw Gregory walking with Crabbe. Nodding at Crabbe silently, a notion that went unnoticed by everyone except Hermione, his dread mutely settled itself into the pit of his stomach.

When Harry saw Gregory walking with Crabbe, he wanted to talk to Gregory privately. Quickly thinking up an excuse, he motioned for Gregory to come over to them. Seeing this expression, Crabbe followed thinking this was a pre-game showdown inside the school. When Harry spoke, Crabbe was not the only one surprised at Harry's words.

"Gregory, I wanted to talk to you about last night's tutoring. I forgot to tell you something about one of the spells in your essay. Can I talk to you about it for a second?" Harry spoke deliberately, but not careless enough to give anything away. Telling his friends that he would catch up with them in the Great Hall, Harry walked over to Gregory.

"Crabbe, I'll be at the table in a minute, save me a seat will ya?" Gregory told Crabbe, who just grunted in response as the two young men walked away. Crabbe eyed Harry and Gregory suspiciously before looking over at Ron. Giving Ron a 'what-the-bloody-hell" look, he walked toward the Great Hall without another word. Hermione noticed this as well, but didn't pay it any mind thinking it was something Quidditch players did before a match.

Finding an empty classroom, Harry and Gregory went inside it quickly. Locking the door behind them, they gently embraced one another pressing their lips together passionately. Letting his hands explore, Gregory caressed Harry's back softly. Feeling Gregory's pudgy back, Harry moaned as his own hands explored his lover's large body. Their lips locked in carnal language, their tongues danced placidly. Pulling away from the tender embrace Harry stared into Gregory's eyes.

"Good luck today Greg." Harry said softly as his head rested lightly on Gregory's shoulder. Now moving his fingers through Harry's mop of hair, he sighed deeply, an enthusiastic sigh of solace. Locked in their embrace the world moved without them because they existed in their own world. Their lips brushed together, and Harry slid his hands under Gregory's shirt feeling his soft, chubby body, obliging him to so the same, Gregory fondled Harry capriciously. Several minutes passed during their quiet exploration of bodies. The only sounds were their moans of pleasure and those made by their lips as they kissed.

When they finally pulled apart, slowly, holding on to their separate world until finally parting, still holding hands. Gregory slipped into the space between them and quickly placed a kiss on Harry lips.

"Good luck Harry." Gregory said, as they let go of their hands and began to right their appearance. They had to tuck their shirts back into their pants and adjust their sweaters that bore their house crests that had become unset during their passion. Faces flush as they noticed one another; they leaned in for one last kiss before going to lunch in the Great Hall.

Lunch was a simple affair, because Ron was no longer thinking about the match, dreading his ability as a Keeper. Instead he was wondering what Harry and Gregory could be talking about. Ron had been studying with them the night before and was pretty sure that nothing was amiss in the essay. Hermione was talking to Ron about something, but he was not sure because he was only half listening. When Harry finally came into the Great Hall, smiling wide and bidding goodbye to Gregory, Ron sat up eagerly and waved his friend over.

During lunch the Quidditch team came over and sat with Harry, hoping for a few last minute words of encouragement before the match. Harry, not necessarily feeling inclined to give such last minute words of advice at the time, tried to keep the conversation light, not wanting another outburst among his team before they went to the pitch to change. This proved to be an easier thought as Ginny hadn't entirely forgiven her brother for his outburst that morning. With a tension spread out among his team, Harry felt a little distraught he decided to turn his thoughts to soft lips and smooth skin. Feeling tautness in his pants he adjusted himself uncomfortably.

After Lunch Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione headed toward the Quidditch Pitch. It was a fairly warm October afternoon, with a slight autumn breeze hanging in the air. The Sun was warm, but clouds flecked the sky forcing the sun to dance in and out of them. Hoping the nice weather would cheer up his team mates, Harry smiled hazily and said, "Nice day isn't it…" Vaguely noticing their surroundings they nodded, a nervous gloom still hanging in the air.

Inside the changing room, the atmosphere was only slightly less gloomy. Jimmy Peakes was running around the changing room, bashing the lockers with his Beater's bat describing how he was going to smash every Slytherin off their brooms. When he hit Ginny's locker she threw a practice quaffle at his head, knocking him to the ground where he stood.

Barely able to speak because he was laughing hysterically, Jimmy said, "Well, if your aim keeps up Gin, we'll win for sure!" Jimmy was very excited about his first Quidditch match as a Beater for Gryffindor. Hoping to spread his own excitement to his team mates, Jimmy kept up his antics about how sorely the Slytherins were going to lose, while carefully avoiding the youngest Weasley's wrath.

A few minutes before the match, Harry settled everyone down to give them his first pre-game speech. "Alright everyone, it's a pretty nice day out, which will work for us and against us, so be careful. Jimmy, Ritchie try to fly out of the sun with the bludger if you can, catch 'em off guard. Chasers, try to keep the quaffle moving as much as possible to confuse them, but don't get confused yourselves, try that play you used against Ron on Wednesday, it's a good one. And Ron, the Slytherin's don't pass as much as we do, but they might have some sneaky plays up their sleeves, so don't get too accustomed to them flying solo. Alright everyone, this is it, we're going to do great!" Harry said with a distinct cheerfulness in his voice as they circled up, put their hands together and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Stepping out into the Pitch, they were greeted by cheers and boos from the stands. Harry looked around, assessing the scene around them. Just as he had said, the weather was perfect for Quidditch, but every now and then the sun would peak out from behind the clouds showering the Pitch in slivers of light. Approaching Madam Hooch, his team behind him, Harry waited for instructions.

"Captains shake hands," Madam Hooch said, and Harry and Harper shook hands vaguely being polite. "Mount your brooms. On the whistle…three…two…one…" The whistle sounded and Harry and his Gryffindors kicked off the ground and were away. In the first moments of the game Urquhart of Slytherin gained possession of the quaffle only to be hit by a well-aimed bludger by Ritchie. Sweeping in a grabbing the flying quaffle, Katie raced across the pitch faking to shoot but instead passing to Demelza who scored on the confused Keeper.

"Ten points to Gryffindor, scored by the beautiful Demelza Robins," the commentators voiced rang through the air. Looking over to see who it was, Harry noticed a sixth year Hufflepuff that was in his Care of Magical Creatures class, Seth Cohen. Dodging a bludger, Harry continued his search for the golden snitch. Flying higher for a better vantage, Harry watched as Ron made an easy save against the Slytherins, who were indeed flying solo trying to score.

Passing the quaffle to Demelza, the girls flew off, dodging bludgers and laughing when they saw Jimmy squarely hit one into Malfoy, his blond hair flailing wildly as he spun on his broom trying to right himself. Passing the quaffle behind Katie, Demelza and Ginny set up their infamous three-way attack. Completely confusing the Slytherin's Keeper, a fifth year girl named Summer Roberts, Ginny easily scored the Gryffindor's another ten points. Doing a victory loop, Ginny was almost knocked completely off her broom when Crabbe sent a bludger flying her way.

Unharmed but thoroughly unsteadied, Ginny shook herself off and made a mental note to be careful in the future. Seeing this particularly devious move, Harry decided that even if Gregory was only half-hearted hitting bludgers his way, Crabbe was out for blood. This proved to be very true when Crabbe hit Jimmy in the face with a bludger, causing his nose to bleed a little. Seemingly unfazed, but silently declaring war, Jimmy played on, not pausing to let the medi-witch look at him.

Harry circled the sky above the Pitch, looking high and low for the snitch, keeping a watchful on the game. Ron narrowly missed a save, as the Slytherin's were catching on to the effectiveness of team spirit. After forty minutes into the game, the Gryffindors were up seventy to forty, and the snitch was as shifty as ever. Malfoy was looking through the lower ends of the field, not seeming to pay attention when Ginny had to drop down to catch the quaffle, which had been knocked out of Harper's hands. Colliding midair, Ginny and Malfoy were both bowled over.

Barely having grabbed the quaffle, Ginny tried to right herself as Malfoy shifted on his broom and knocked into her again, sending her flying in the wrong direction. Malfoy hadn't intended malice in his actions, he was merely trying to right himself to continue his search for the snitch, but he did throw a snide comment her way.

"Watch it Weasley, I'm looking for a snitch, not your stupid quaffle!" He drawled at her.

"You couldn't find the snitch if it WAS the size of a quaffle Malfoy!" Ginny retorted as she flew away. Flying through the air hastily she scored once again, increasing their lead by forty points.

After the Ginny-Malfoy collision, Gregory took his chance and sent a bludger toward Harry. He hit the bludger harder than he wanted to and watched as it smashed into Harry' shoulder. Shouting angrily, Harry looked to see where Crabbe was. Noticing that his lover had sent the bludger his way, he scowled angrily and flew to a safer distance. "He should NOT be this mad, I'm doing my job," Gregory thought has he flew on.

As the match progressed, the Slytherin's were only able to score three more goals. After Demelza scored their sixteenth goal, Harry noticed something gold moving very quickly across the middle of the pitch. Swooping low, Harry noticed that Malfoy had also noticed the snitch. Gearing himself up for a midair race, Harry sped up, trying to beat Malfoy to the punch.

This was easier said than done, as Malfoy had been nearly fifty meters closer to the snitch than Harry had. Continuing his downward spiral, Harry tried to get there faster than the Slytherin. The snitch was just outside of Malfoy's reach, when the sound of cheering and groans shot through the air. Fumbling with the snitch, Malfoy looked up and noticed that Katie Bell had just scored again for the Gryffindors. Harry hardly noticing the crowd, or the scoring, sped past Malfoy and grabbed the golden snitch.

Clutching the flying ball triumphantly, Harry flew toward Ron at the Keeper hoops. Noticing that Harry Potter had the Golden Snitch, Seth Cohen announced the final score of the match. "Gryffindor three-hundred and twenty; Slytherin seventy; good job players on a match well played. Hogwarts we'll be seeing you next game, when Hufflepuff takes on Ravenclaw!"

The Gryffindors flew together for a midair group hug. All animosity from earlier gone, they gave victorious yells into the afternoon air. It was indeed an exciting day for the Gryffindors! There was talk of a party as Hermione, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottem burst into the Gryffindor changing room to congratulate their house mates. Hermione rushed at Ron and gave him a very large hug.

"I told you that you were the best Keeper Ron!" She cried out joyously with her arms wrapped around the red-head. Dean was also overjoyed as he hugged Katie, Demelza and stopping at Ginny to give a longer hug. Feeling completely happy, the Gryffindor's left for their Common room, where they were going to have a victory celebration. Harry rubbed his shoulder silently for a moment, and told his friends that he would catch up with them shortly. In their happiness, they complied and left for Gryffindor tower.

Harry was not entirely mad at Gregory for hitting him with a bludger, but he could not say that he was happy about it either. Thinking back on the moment, Harry realized that it could have been much worse, had Crabbe been in Gregory's position, Harry might have been hit in the head. Thinking on this as he walked out of the changing room to find Gregory, he tried to cheer himself up.

Watching as the Slytherin's sulked toward the castle dungeons, Harry hoped that Gregory wasn't taking the loss too bad. He also hoped that he hadn't left. After waiting for a few minutes, he saw the unmistakable figure of his significant other. Walking toward him, avoiding the wicked gazes other Slytherins were giving him, Harry approached Gregory.

"Hey, good game." Harry said trying to be cheerful. He didn't know how Gregory would take the loss. Seeing the look of failure and possible guilt on his face, Harry decided to change his posture. "You did really well out there. My shoulder is still a little sore…"

"I was just playing my position Harry. I'm a beater." Gregory said grudgingly and then he smiled, "I could have knocked your block off y'know." With a little laugh, they walked away from the angry looking Slytherins, taking a detour down by the lake. It was still fairly early in the afternoon, and dinner was not for a few more hours. Walking slower than usual as they were both sore from the match, they reflected on how the game had gone.

"I'm not mad Greg. I just didn't expect to get hit that hard, but I suppose it could've been much worse…" Harry let his voice trail off; this was not something he wanted to talk about.

"Did you see Draco collide with Ginny Weasley? It was a riot. I thought I was going to fly off of my broom I was laughing so hard." Greg said with a little guffaw. This was something Harry truly appreciated about Gregory. Saying what was needed without being asked. Looking to see if anyone was around, and finding no one, Harry gratefully took Gregory by the hand as they continued to walk nearer the lake.

They had been having a good day. The match had been very fun for everyone light hearted enough to appreciate the joy derived from playing. Gregory didn't like to lose, but the Gryffindor team was always very good. Being with Harry was all that mattered at the moment, and he decided to drink in the moments they spent together. As they settled down beneath a tree beside the lake, embraced together, they basked in the presence of their significant other.

End of Chapter notes:

Did anyone else, aside from me, find this chapter to be perhaps a little too lovely; A little too doting and happy for the young lovers? Well, fear not, because after I post this, I'm going to settle myself into the lounge and watch a few hours of The O.C. and learn from the waves of drama how to tear these two asunder! I had written down notes about how to go about the next chapters up until 15, but I lost them when I was cleaning earlier… Not to worry though, because I have big things planned. Oh, and I hope you like how I tried to subtly reintroduce Draco into my story, because he will play a huge part in the upcoming chapters. I now leave you with the immortal words of The Doors, "The time to hesitate is through."

Oh, and no you dirty little fangirls, Ron is NOT gay in my story! We're not having more than one chaser around here…