Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or Eyeshield 21 or any of the affiliated characters. What I do own is a kick ass Ash Ketchum hat, a freezer full of fudge pops, and a collection of gold medal winning maple syrup. None of which will appear in this story.

Warnings: OC's, some OOC, Het, Slash, AU, fluff, language

The Eighteenth Tackle

Takeru breathed heavily as he left the field. He wasn't happy. The coach had firmly told him that although he wanted justice for his stolen nickname, it wasn't practical for them to challenge some no name football team in Tokyo. The best that Takeru could do would be to hope that these Devilbats, would make it to the Christmas bowl and Takeru could take his grievances out on them then. Grabbing a bottle of water, he took a long drink, mentally trying to calm himself down.

"You can be angry, just don't take it out on the team." A voice spoke from behind me. "Our whole third string is in the nurse's office."

"Not my fault they can't take a hit," Takeru threw back. "It's a good thing we have a team of over 200 then isn't it." Turning, Takeru gave the water bottle to his friend and teammate, Kureji Hera.

His captain took a drink and threw the bottle near the bench. "The fourth string is too scared to go anywhere near you."

"Should we have a one versus 11 match with the fourth string then? I still feel wired."

Hera laughed heartily. "I wouldn't punish them like that. Tell me what's wrong Yamato. What's bothering you so much that you are working this hard?"

Takeru sighed and rubbed his hair. He hated that he was in this position. He was recruited to Teikoku straight from America. A head hunter came to see him at Notre Dame and made him a great offer. At the time he was happy to follow along and move back to Japan. It was a great opportunity. Only, just as he was preparing to enter the school he found out his little brother, the person he wanted to see most in the world had gone to his old school to see him. Every day he was thinking about what would have happened if he didn't come to Teikoku. He could have been there to meet his brother. He could have spent his first Christmas with Harry in 12 years. 12 years they were separated, and he just missed him.

"It's my nickname. It's my name that I earned. It's what will help me find the thing I have been searching for and some… some… theif! They took it from me. It's more than just stealing my name, it's stealing my accomplishments, and it's misleading everyone." It would lead his brother to Tokyo, when he should be coming to Osaka.

"Then we go there ourselves and tell them to stop!" Hera laughed, "How much does a train ticket to Tokyo cost?"

Takeru smiled. "If only that was so easy."

"Well we have to do something or I won't have a team soon!"

Takeru sighed. "I'll tone it down. I know the team isn't to blame so I shouldn't use so much strength. Let's get back to the field."

He would try to do better. It was getting a little ridiculous the number of patients he sent the poor school nurse. Granted, they did have a large pool of kids to pull from, it still wasn't cool.

o.O.o

"You guys will be there right? Just lingering around in case I need help?" Neville pleaded.

"It's just a date, mate. She's not going to attack you!" Seamus reassured.

"You don't know that! What if I say something wrong and she takes offense!"

"I think the only way you can offend her is by calling some tickling slinking vine or whatever by the wrong name, but you won't. It will be fine," Dean chipped in.

"Neville," Harry stepped forward. "Take a deep breath and count to ten. You need to calm down. You will be okay. It's normal to be nervous, but we all know you will be brilliant. If you can't trust yourself, then trust us."

Neville stared back at him as he took a few deep breaths and settled a little. Harry waited until Neville seemed to be better and spot of colour returned to his cheeks before speaking again. "There you go. You will be great. She'll have a wonderful time and you will come back with a promise of a second date."

"I don't even know if I can handle a first date," Neville said quietly as he continued to inhale deeply.

Harry turned to his friends looking for more help. Neville was a nervous and shy person, and while some days he had an extra boost of confidence, today wasn't one of those days. They needed him to be sure of himself. Neville was a great guy. He was one of the most loyal people you could ever meet. He had strong morals, and with that came a strong backbone when it counted. Like first year. It took a lot for him to stand up to Harry and tell him he couldn't leave the common room to go after the stone. He was shaking and stuttering the whole time but he knew that he had to stand up for what was right. If only he could see himself the way that Harry and the other two did.

Dean put a hand on Neville's shoulder, and took over the whole comforting thing. It was probably best. He was the most level headed of them all. "Neville, remember during the summer when we all wanted to sneak Harry into the muggle world and explore. You didn't want to go thinking your grandmother would find out and you were really nervous until we actually got into London proper? I swear I thought your poor heart was going to burst from how fast it was beating, but despite how scared you were, you still did it and guess what? You had fun. Once you shook off those nerves and started enjoying yourself, you had a great day."

Neville was nodding along although his look of terror didn't decrease.

"Right, so that time you were all scared and terrified of your grandmother, but think about it. This time you won't have to worry about getting caught and in trouble, she will probably be happy for you. That should at least some fear away from this."

Neville nodded again. "I guess it does a little…"

"So this situation is less scary than that right?"

"Yes…"

"And you managed to get through that and have fun, right?"

"Yes…"

"Then Neville, you can do this. You already faced and conquered something much more scary." Dean finished his little pep talk with a pat on Neville's shoulder and stepped away.

It took a moment, but soon Neville was completely calmed down. "I guess if I can handle muggle London with a mad man after Harry, I can handle one date."

There it was! The spirit Neville needed going into this.

Now there was just one final detail left… "Did anyone grab Neville a yellow flower?" Harry asked.

The three blank faces he received told him everything.

After a quick scramble to the greenhouse and a small bit of thievery, Harry and Seamus got Neville a yellow flower. Dean was on lookout to make sure Fanny didn't leave the school yet, and Neville was safely hidden round the corner, hopefully not freaking himself out again.

"I got the flower!" Harry happily declared as he rounded the corner. He shoved it into Neville breast pocket and the pushed the boy towards his date. Seamus was panting slightly behind him, waving a hand at Neville in encouragement, and Dean was smiling like a proud father. They were a weird bunch.

"You got this mate," Seamus wheezed out.

"We'll see you in town later," Dean said.

"Have fun," Harry whispered. The most important thing was the Neville had a good time. Hopefully everything would be fine.

"T-thanks guys," Neville said before he marched towards Fanny.

They watched as he greeted her a bit shyly, but she was nervous too. They talked for a minute and then Neville, like the true gentleman he was, extended his arm for her to take so he could escort her to Hogsmeade.

They were all really proud of him.

"Right Lads," Seamus panted. "Should we follow then?"

Harry frowned. "Are you sure you're up to it?" Seamus had shown up to some sporting events, even played but the Irish boy wasn't very consistent. Not like Harry or Dean anyways. Dean even joined the quidditch team some mornings to train.

"I'm fine," He tried to reassure them between deep breaths.

"Maybe," Harry thought. "We should skip Hogsmeade this time and help Seamus get his stamina up."

"There is a great circuit between the fourth and fifth floors that's great for cardio," Dean suggested.

Seamus back away from them slowly. "Alright, 'nough kidding around mates. Let's go to the village and watch Neville. Don't you guys want to see how his date goes?"

"I think seeing us would put more pressure on Neville than he can handle. We should let him enjoy his date in peace, right Harry?" Dean asked.

"If he wants to tell us what happens, he can. But I think we haven't been paying enough attention to you Seamus." This was perfect! He could get in some extra training, and get a little revenge on Seamus for the whole group date fiasco.

Together, Harry and Dean dragged Seamus away kicking and screaming. It was about time their friend started seriously getting into shape.

o.O.o

Neville was on a high for two weeks after his date. The smile never dropped from his face, and everything he did was with a joyful flair. Seamus tried to weasel details out of their friend, but Neville would only say that 'they had a great time and agreed to see each other again'. And they did. Neville started sitting with Fanny in the library, he joined the Herbology Club, and at dinner, he would get up and escort her back to her common room.

It was absolutely adorable.

Harry watched with a fond smile as he spied Neville walking Fanny across the lawn. He was warming up and while he should be searching for the snitch, he couldn't stop watching his friend. After that first date Neville really started to walk with more confidence. He didn't try to slip into the back like normal. Even McGonagall had commented that he seemed more mature now since he started having an easier time in her class.

"Harry, what are you doing? The snitch isn't going to catch itself," Oliver reprimanded him as he flew up to join him.

"Sorry Oliver," he quickly apologized. "I just couldn't help but watch Neville."

His captain took a moment to observe the sight with a slight grin on his face. "At least someone doesn't need Percy's help."

Harry developed his own grin. "He really is lucky."

"We can't stay up here all day, catch the snitch will ya?" Oliver asked before he whistled and signaled every down to the ground. It wasn't hard to spot the practice snitch. It was very lethargic today and was lazily floating around the north goal posts. It took him less than thirty seconds to grab the gold ball and land next to his teammates.

"It's Ravenclaws turn to warm up, so to the locker room," Oliver instructed them.

It had been an eye opener when Ravenclaw played Slytherin a few weeks back. Not only had they really improved from last year, but Slytherin had as well. The battle for the snitch wasn't really a contest. Malfoy had obviously spent his summer well as he outflew Chang at every turn. Whenever the Ravenclaw seeker got close to the snitch, Malfoy would drop in and disturb her flow. Malfoy played a mental and physical game on the pitch and even though Harry was used to the blond, it showed clearly that Chang wasn't.

The real fight had been between the chasers. Flint was more brutal than ever. He was a boulder, crashing into the other players and leaving them broken. Pomfrey had her hands full after that match. Warrington and Montague didn't pull punches either. While they weren't as forceful as Flint, they still managed to muscle their way to victory.

Ravenclaw weren't a bunch of slouches though. After trailing 60 points, they used their brains to pull some impressive moves to avoid the most painful of hits, and used some great team play and passing to keep the quaffle moving and out of reach of Slytherin. They didn't have the size or strength on their side, but they found ways to slip through Slytherin's defense and keep the game tied.

The beaters of both teams did a remarkable job protecting their teams, but Ravenclaw simply couldn't outscore the snakes before Malfoy got the snitch. Had they been able to work out a winning strategy at the start and not after suffering from the beginning, they wouldn't have lost with such a devastating point gap.

The game had really fired up Oliver though. As soon as the game ended and the Ravenclaw team was shipped off to the Hospital Wing, Oliver had them locked away and breaking down the game. They took note of Slytherin tactics, but they focused on Ravenclaw as they were their next challenge.

"As we saw a few weeks ago, Ravenclaw have excellent passing skills. Girls, I want you to intercept them. I want you to ruin that teamwork so they have to switch to a flying game. Once we make them doubt passing the quaffle, they will hesitate and make it easier to steal the ball. I want to stick with all white plays today. I want short passes and hand offs. I don't want them to have room to steal the quaffle from us." Oliver explained.

"I want us to have such a lead when Harry catches the snitch that Slytherin will cry when they realize how many points they need to score if they even hope to win the cup. We aren't just playing Ravenclaw today, we are playing Slytherin too."

The whole team nodded as they listened. This was all stuff they heard before in different ways, but they still payed attention. This was something they all wanted. Not just so they could finally win the cup, but for Oliver. Scouts were watching. They needed to showcase their captain so that he got the best possible offers to play professionally. Their captain's future was more important to them than some trophy.

"Harry, Chang won't be much of a challenge for you. You have the better broom, the better skills, and the better eyes. As we saw, Chang will stick close to you, relying on you to spot the snitch first so she can steal it. I want you to keep her away from the snitch until we are at least 100 points up." Oliver ran a hand through his hair before he turned to the twins.

"As for you two… Page is a jittery Keeper. I want you to occasionally knock one towards him to keep him on edge. If you time it right, you can scare him before the girls shoot and mess up his focus. I'll trust you two to know what to do and when. I can't control you anyways," Oliver confessed.

The team laughed at his admission. Molly Weasley couldn't control her two sons, Oliver never stood a chance.

The rest of the time before the game was spent relaxing. Harry took care of his broom –even though it was in perfect condition- the twins were whispering about something, and Oliver was suffering as the girls talked about how cute he will look in Puddlemore United Navy.

It was finally time to take the field and Harry was excited. He slipped his goggles over his eyes as he entered the pitch. The weather was perfect- slightly cloudy and cool. The crowd was already going crazy, and Harry could feel the energy entering his body and getting his adrenaline going.

"Captains, shake hands!" Hooch yelled over the noise. The crowd was in an absolute frenzy and they hadn't even started yet. Oliver gripped Davis' hand tightly before releasing and moving back. His face was blank but his eyes were sharp.

"Mount your brooms!" At those words the crowd seemed to quiet down. Harry swung his leg over and settled down, his knees slightly bent, ready to kick off. Hooch surveyed them all slowly before she opened the box holding the game balls. She let the snitch and bludgers fly away before raising the quaffle.

A sharp whistled signaled take off. Harry shot into the air, flying fast to get out of the way of the chasers. When he reached altitude he spotted Angelina holding the quaffle and speeding towards the Ravenclaw hoops. Chang was still trying to catch up to him, and the keeper Page hadn't even reached his post yet. He watched closely as Page managed to just reach the goals before one of the raven beaters knocked a bludger at Angelina. She was quick though and dropped the quaffle into Katie's waiting hands. The pair spiraled around each other, protecting the quaffle and making the other team's chasers wonder if Katie still had the ball or if they handed it off.

Chang pulled up beside him, but Harry ignored her. She confused him. She was a good seeker. She had a small and light body that let her fly fast. Her eyes were sharp, not as good as his, but they were good. She practiced hard from what he knew, and she got her position after beating out 3 older students. He could tell she was passionate about quidditch but she was still so… girly. Not that being a girl was bad. Angelina, Katie and Alicia would beat him up if he implied that girls couldn't play quidditch.

The problem was her hair. The Gryffindor girls had long hair too, but when it came to games they tightly tie it up to keep it out of their faces. Chang was letting it fly everywhere and get in her face. How was she supposed to see the snitch with all that whipping around and obscuring her view? Just watching her from the corner of his eye, he was worried about her neck. She kept flipping her hair around, and couldn't help but think she was one aggressive hair flip away from a muscle spasm.

Keeping an eye out, Harry managed to spot the snitch fluttering around the Hufflepuff crowd. Deciding to circle the pitch, Harry rolled his eyes when Chang stuck close to his tail. Personally, he hated the tactic. How can you be proud of your skills as a seeker if you rely on the other person to find the snitch and lead you to it? Malfoy stayed close but at least he kept a little distance so he could see the full pitch too. Well not really with him, but in his other games Malfoy was a very focused seeker. It was his only redeeming quality in Harry's mind.

Chang rode up next to him, almost rubbing elbows as he slowed down above the snitch. She had no concept of personal space. Wanting to get her off him, but at the same time wanting her away from the snitch, Harry sharply turned his broom up a little and to the left. Taking off, he heard Chang mutter something as she followed. He could feel her behind him, her presence fixed in his mind as he led her around. Jordan was yelling something about the snitch but he ignored his housemate as he spotted the Ravenclaw crowd pointing to something behind him. Groaning, Harry took a steep dive as he realized that they were trying to tell Chang they were flying the wrong way. He should have realized they would see the snitch since they sat beside Hufflepuff and the gold ball was literally floating in front of their eyes.

Descending quickly, he angled himself to chase the snitch. The little ball sensed him coming and took off. Chang was falling behind, and once he was sure the snitch was a good distance away and ready to disappear, he turned his broom and blocked his fellow seeker from advancing. Chang jerked her broom hard to avoid him, and lost all momentum. They hovered in place as Chang glared at him. He counted to ten before he flew up high again.

"And Potter let the snitch escape! But Spinnet catches the pass from Stretton to Davis and joins up with Bell. They are approaching Ravenclaws hoops fast, and Oh! Davis pulls a risky move there. Any closer and Pomfrey will need to fix his nose again!"

It was another 20 minutes before the snitch was spotted again. Dean was leading the crowd in a chant of 'HARRY HARRY HARRY' 'OI OI OI'. As he was watching the Gryffindor's get themselves riled up, he spotter the snitch as it was darting quickly through the chasers. Even Chang couldn't miss seeing it.

Dropping down, Harry swerved to cut off Chang as she descended to start the chase. The girl glared at him, but Harry wasn't really looking at her. The Ravenclaw beaters were doing a terrific job of keeping the lion chasers away from the goal. They were only 80 points up, and if he caught it now –although it wasn't ideal- Slytherin would still need to work hard to get the cup. He was trying to see if Oliver was aware of the situation and if he was okay with Harry getting the ball. The game was going for a while now and Ravenclaw were only getting better as they found a way to counter their plays.

Connecting eyes with Oliver, his captain gave him a sharp nod. Harry didn't waste any time as he whipped his broom around and flew after the snitch. The golden ball was extra excitable today and was sharply turning in different directions on a dime. It wasn't giving him a moment to gain ground, but that also meant the Chang was falling behind quickly. The girl was only on a Comet Two Sixty, and her turns were sluggish. She was losing time and ground with each direction change.

The snitch looped down low and Harry was eager to follow. One of his favourite parts of flying was dives. The rush as the wind whipped past him and how the ground came up quick probably scared normal people, but it made him excited. He hit the ground enough times to be scared, but he also pulled off a great dive enough times to feel confident and just that teeny tiny bit arrogant.

The whistling sound alerted him to the incoming bludger. Dropping down into a roll, Harry easily avoided the first bludger, but Ravenclaws were smart. As he pulled out of the roll as second bludger slammed into his side, knocking him back and off course. He pulled to a stop to catch his breath, but that was enough time for Chang to fly by him.

Hissing as his side throbbed, Harry followed her. It was easy to catch up, but as he was starting to overtake Chang, all sound in the stadium went quiet. Taking his eyes off the snitch, Harry's heart stuttered as he spied two Dementors entering the field. Honestly, how bad was his game luck that this had to happen to him twice! They never showed up at any other quidditch match.

Kicking his broom to speed it up, Harry was determined to catch the snitch before the cold and memories overtook him again. This time he was going to remember catching the snitch, and maybe hopefully land. McGonagall may just ban him from playing if he fell off his broom a fifth time. At this point he ended more games by falling off his broom than he did actually landing.

Swatting Chang's hair out of the way, Harry pushed passed the other seeker and cut her off. Taking the lead, he quickly gained on the gold ball and snatched it out of the air. He was so happy and grateful for his broom at the moment because without it, he never would have had to speed to get the snitch so fast.

Quickly descending, Harry was surprised to find himself in good condition. The effects of the Dementors should have taken over by now, but his high from winning was still going strong. Either they already left or his happiness was just too much for them. Turning, he took a step back as Angelina stopped right in front of him.

"Those absolute wankers!" Angelina spat as she landed.

"Huh?" Harry wasn't sure what the girl was mad at. They just won. There should be cheering and hugs all around. It's what normally happened.

"Harry look at the Dementors," his teammate said.

Looking back, Harry was shocked to find McGonagall towering over Malfoy and his two goons. In fact, as he looked closer she was yelling at them and brandishing a black cloak about. "Huh?"

Angelina rolled her eyes. "It so stupid. Malfoy impersonated a dementor, probably hoping you would get scared and fall off your broom again. Does he not realize how dangerous that is! The only reason he was stopped was because the twins decided to hit the bludgers towards them. How they thought a bludgr could stop a real dementor is beyond me, but the point is, they hit Malfoy and his two minions and knocked them down. How did you miss all that?" the girl fumed.

"I was really focussed on the snitch… and well, I've fallen off a few times and I'm fine. It's not that bad. Sure it's a little cruel but-"

"Harry!" she cut him off. "Normal people get seriously injured and can die when they fall off their brooms. How you manage to still be alive and in perfect condition is a miracle."

"Well it's magic really," Harry explained. Madam Pomfrey could fix just about anything really with magic. Maybe not stupidity… Crabbe and Goyle as example, but she stitched him up from some pretty bad things.

"Oh shut up Harry, let me be angry," Angelina said harshly. "And you're hardly normal. I don't know any seeker who can do half the things you do fearlessly."

Harry smiled. "I would let you be angry but…" Harry proudly held up the gold snitch. "We won."

The girl shot him a look, but slowly her scowl disappeared. "Yes we did. Alright, let's go celebrate!" She grabbed his around the shoulders and started leading him to the other side of the pitch. "You are going to give me so much trouble next year when I'm captain."

"But I'm worth it," Harry pointed out.

His future captain gave him an assessing look. "Maybe."

Harry laughed as he followed his future captain when the girl took off. The rest of their teammates were standing behind McGonagall and chuckling as she continued to yell at Malfoy. The blond looked embarrassed and Snape was trying to inject himself into the situation but McGonagall was not having it. She was in rare form today.

By the time Harry and Angelina joined them she was frog marching the trio back to the castle and threatening them with a month worth of detention.

It was a wonderful ending to the game.

o.O.o

Harry opened his eyes when he felt someone getting on his bed. Blinking a few times to focus, he still couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. Yup, no matter how much he blinked the picture wasn't changing.

"Seamus, why are you in my bed?"

The Irish boy smiled. "Now that Neville is taken care of, I think it's time we find you a girlfriend."

"And you straddling me is going to help?" He felt like that was the opposite of getting him a girlfriend.

"Well I needed to get your attention."

"A simple 'Hey Harry, are you awake' could have worked." Honestly, couldn't his friend just poke him or something? That would have woken him just as easily.

"Nah, I like this approach better."

"Seamus, I had a quidditch game today, I'm tired," Harry pointed out. If it came out slightly whiney, well it was justified.

"Ya see, I was thinkin' bout how Neville is all cheery and whatnot now, and then I was wondering, 'What if Harry got a lass!'. It would be great. I got meself a bird on the side, and Dean has been hitting it off with Padma. What if we got you a girl, then we could go on a real group date!"

"This couldn't have waited until the morning…" Was his friend even listening to him when he talked?

"I like to deal with things head on. Get it over with. What if tomorrow I forget what I was thinking tonight? That would be a shame."

Harry sent his friend an unimpressed look. "Right, you tell me all about your plan and I will listen with my eyes closed, deal?" Slowly closing his eyes, Harry tried to ignore his friend. His body was worn out, his mind was ready to shut off, and his bed was being extra comfortable tonight. He was so close to dreaming when his friend decided to interrupt his sleep. Maybe Seamus wouldn't notice if he fell asleep in the middle of his plan.

"Oi, this is important you know!" Seamus started to poke his face.

He had enough of this. "Dean, can you deal with him?" If anyone had the authority and strength to remove Seamus from his bed, it was Dean.

"Just hear me out now," Seamus protested. "Look Cho Chang was flipping her hair and batting her eyelashes at you all game. The girl likes you. All you need to do is ask her out and then we can all go on a proper group date!"

What was Seams talking about? "No she wasn't. She was doing that thing with her hair because he lacked the foresight to tie it up before the game so it kept blowing in her face. And how can you know if she was doing anything with her eyelashes. We were 100 feet in the air!"

"Well she was making eyes at you before you took off so I can only guess she continued it in the air. Plus she was practically hugging your arm in the air she was so close!"

Harry frowned. "That's because it was her strategy to catch the snitch. I've never seen it work though." Where was Dean?

"Nah mate, she likes you! Trust me on this. Don't you like her?"

He wanted to push Seamus off him, but instead he took a minute to consider his friend's question. Cho Chang was pretty. Her hair was really long and shiny. Also soft from what he remembered when he swat it away in the air. Her arms and legs were well toned from practice which was a plus. It meant she worked hard and used her whole body while flying and didn't rely on the broom to do all the work.

You could fly with minimal physical exertion but you would never be able to fly as fast as your broom could go. It was a 60/40 work ratio with your broom. You needed to put in 60 percent of the effort in able to get 100 percent maximum potential out of the broom. It was like nudging a broom to turn left, it would naturally got for a long arc around, compared to using your strength and pulling the broom in the direction you want, thus enabling a sharper faster turn. Some people thought they only had to give the smallest amount of guidance when flying, which is fine if you were casually flying. But in the middle of a game when you needed every second you could get, you needed to work everything.

Even his Firebolt needed him to work hard. It was designed to turn on a knut, but Harry needed to lean his body in the direction he wanted to go before moving the broom. If he just turned the handle, he would lose momentum, but by leaning his body first he was preparing the broom and only slowing slightly when it came to the actual turn. By leaning he needed to engage his thighs to core to keep him balanced and steady on his broom, while his arms do the turn and steering.

"You've been thinking awhile Harry, does that mean you do like her?" Seamus broke in.

Right he was supposed to be considering his feelings towards Chang.

"I don't know. She's a good quidditch player and she's pretty but I don't think I want to date her. I don't want to date anyone right now," he honestly said. He didn't understand why his friends were so eager to date. They were only 13. They had plenty of time to find girlfriends later. He just wanted to focus on quidditch and hopefully distract himself enough that he no longer noticed the weird things puberty was doing to him.

"Ah come on Harry. Just one little date?" Seamus pleaded.

"No." He didn't want to do it and his friend wasn't going to make him. "Where's Dean anyways?" It was weird that his friend hadn't interjected already. Normally he was quick about wrangling Seamus.

"Ah, Padma came to the portrait and asked to talk to him. It's still quite early, I wondered why you were in bed already," Seamus explained.

"Padma?"

"Yeah, I said they were getting close. She was sitting next to him at the match today. They looked like they really hit it off. You should get out of bed Harry. It's still only 8 o'clock. The party is still going on in the common room."

He might had considered it if his body wasn't so sore. He was fine until he lay in bed. As soon as the happened, he knew he was not getting back up again and happily decided to sleep. But that was interrupted by Seamus.

Huffing, Harry glared at his friend. "I'm going to sleep. You can either join me or go away."

Seamus laughed as he chucked his sweater and climbed under the covers. "Ah my luv! How long I have waited for the day you would invite me to bed!" The irish boy cried as he turned into an octopus and wrapped himself around Harry.

Harry glared at his again. "Be quiet."

Honestly, he just wanted to sleep.

Seamus eventually calmed down and even kept his mouth closed. It was wonderful. Sighing, Harry closed his eyes and smiled as a good day came to an end.

Fun Football Fact

In the 1930s, NFL game telecasts were simply a constant feed of the field. Instant replay became commonplace in the mid-1960s, which helped fill the idle moments of the game. By the 1990s, some football broadcasts showed about 100 replays per game