Number 45: "Quidditch players do it in the air" broom stickers are not allowed.
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Harry grinned, smiling and waving benevolently to his cheering classmates as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast with Luna gliding along by his side. It was Saturday, the day of the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and the school was abuzz with merriment and excitement and a myriad of fluffy happy emotions Hufflepuff-ish in nature. Luna dreamily handed out slips of rectangular paper to people as they passed by, before joining Harry at the Gryffindor table. She studied the contents of the breakfast table intently before selecting a pickle, a slice of bread, three different types of soft cheese, and a parmesan bagel. Carefully, she placed the cheese slices on top of the bread, the pickle on top of the cheese, and slathered the whole concoction with syrup. Then she picked up her bagel and took a leisurely bite.
Hermione tore her eyes away from the gooey mass on the table to smile at the blonde tentatively. "Good morning, Luna. What a… unusual assortment of food. Are you feeling well this morning?"
Large protuberant eyes blinked slowly. "I am helping Harry prepare," she said simply.
"Morning all!" Ginny smiled at the table as she approached, dropping her Quidditch banner on the floor before helping herself to some coffee. "Hey Luna? Did I see you coming out of the Gryffindor common room this morning?"
Luna smiled dreamily, slowly sucking a bit of syrup off her finger. "Yes," she said simply. "Of course you did." She tilted her head towards the red head curiously. "I believe I waved at you."
Dennis Creevey looked between Harry and Luna with a slightly desperate look before looking down and glaring at the camera hanging from his neck. "I can't believe I missed that."
Hermione gasped. "Did you… were you with Harry this morning?" Harry smirked, not bothering to glance up from his fascinating arrangement of toast. Luna giggled. Hermione and Ginny gaped.
Neville flushed, looking at Harry and Luna with wide eyes. "Did you, you know," he lowered his voice, looking slightly frightened by his own daring for asking, "do it?"
Luna gave him a scathing look. "Of course not," she said sharply. Well, sharply for Luna, anyway. "Can't you read?"
Katie Bell walked into the Great Hall at that moment and laughingly headed over to Harry; followed closely by her giggling friends. Katie shook her broom in Harry's general direction. "Cheers Harry that was brill!" She winked. "Thanks for the motivation!"
The Gryffindor sixth years gaped as Katie walked away. Dean looked largely put out. "Figures," he muttered, savagely stabbing his sausage. "There would be a Player's Club at Hogwarts, and Harry would be the leader."
Luna blinked innocently. "But, Dean, Harry held auditions."
"What!" Seamus shouted. "And I missed them!"
"Ron made the roster," Luna supplied dreamily, folding her little scraps of rectangles into airplanes that zoomed around the Great Hall. Harry winked at Ginny.
"What?" Hermione demanded; eyes narrowed into intimidating slits.
"Ginny did too." Luna ignored the dangerous look and continued sending her little airplanes around the hall; softly singing 'Weasley Is Our King' under her breath. Seamus, Neville, and Dean turned and gazed at Ginny with a new level of appreciation. Ginny managed to look a strange combination of confused, mortified, and oddly pleased all at once.
"Morning," Ron grunted, sliding sleepily into a spot next to Hermione. He reached for some pumpkin juice, too nervous about the game to actually eat. He looked around the table, noticing Hermione's glare, Neville's look of wide eyed shock, Ginny's vibrant blush, and Dean and Dennis's mirroring looks of near hero worship. "Err… did I miss something?"
Harry laughed, finally looking up. "Nope, nothing, mate. Just discussing a bit of strategy about our, you know, games, we like to play." He winked.
"Oh, right," Ron said, brightening. He looked around the table proudly. "I came up with three of the plays by myself!"
"Oh really?" Hermione asked icily.
Ron looked rather confused by her reaction. "Yeah," he said slowly. "And I guarantee these moves will get quite the reaction!" Harry choked on his tea. Luna continued to sing. Ron blinked at his gaping classmates. "What? It's not like its really hard to do or anything."
Cho Chang chose this particular moment to storm over to the Gryffindor table, throwing a crumpled paper airplane at Harry's head. "Harry! How could you?! If my father finds out about this…" she trailed off, growling in frustration and pulling at her hair.
"What happened?" Lavender and Parvati chorused; eyes bright with expectation.
Cho ignored them, focusing her ire on Harry's sheepish looking face. "My father is Asian, Potter. Old school raised! And while my mother may overlook certain things and have a more modern approach to life, my father is very set in his ways! If he feels my virtue is in question he can have me pulled from the team!" She shook her fists at him, growled once more, and stormed out of the room; shoving past Draco Malfoy as he entered without pausing or slowing down.
Ginny gave Harry a wide eyed look. "You compromised Cho's virtue? Blimey, Harry, I thought you'd simply stolen a few kisses last year."
Hannah Abbott, the surprise new player for the Hufflepuff team, came over and kissed the top of Harry's head. "I think it's clever, Harry!" She winked. "And definitely catchy and desirable." She smiled brightly at the surrounding Gryffindors. "Well, see you on the pitch!"
Harry watched her walk away with narrowed eyes. "It worries me that she's on their team," he murmured. He exchanged grim smiles with Ron.
"Why?" Neville asked curiously.
"The girl's bloodthirsty," Ron answered with a shudder. "Bloodthirsty and enthusiastic."
Hermione made a strangled sound in her throat and wandlessly transfigured Ron's pumpkin juice into cod liver oil. She ignored his gagging and reached across the table for the parchment Cho had flung at Harry. For a moment she simply stared. Then she looked between Harry's wicked grin, Ginny's confused but blushing face, to where Ron was moaning and trying to retch on the floor. Hermione giggled. "This is an order form," she said in an odd tone of voice.
"An order form?" Draco sneered from behind Harry. "Planning on selling yourself off for a bit of extra Galleons?" For some reason he frowned after saying that.
Harry laughed, leaning backwards until his head rested against Draco's warm chest and belly. He looked at Hermione expectantly, but she was still staring at the parchment and giggling oddly. "Luna, if you would be so kind." Still singing, Luna paused in her creation of flying paper airplanes to hand Draco one of the rectangular slips.
Draco stared at the slip in his hand. "QUIDDITCH PLAYERS DO IT IN THE AIR!" he read out incredulously. His hand absently dropped down and began stroking Harry's head.
"That's right," Harry agreed brightly. "So far we have broom stickers, T-shirts, decorative ink holders, engraved quills, and robes. Although, personally, I'm hoping we work on fleece hooded sweaters with front pockets next." He looked at Luna expectantly. She shrugged unconcernedly.
"Why would you be looking to Luna for confirmation?" Lavender asked in confusion.
"She's my manager," Harry informed her solemnly.
That was enough to get Hermione's attention. "Manager?"
"Yep," Harry announced proudly. "She just started the advertisements yesterday and already owl order is at thirteen percent!"
"Owl order," Hermione repeated.
"Umm," Luna agreed, lazily sucking the pickle into her mouth to catch some errant drops of syrup. Seamus' eyes crossed. "Daddy is letting me advertise for free, and since we agreed to give the Goblins a 1 investment in our product, they allowed us to open up a vault with a 4 starting interest rate." Hermione blinked.
Dean shifted closer to Luna. "I've always liked syrup,' he told her breathlessly. Luna merely smiled and licked her fingers.
"Four percent starting interest rate," Hermione repeated.
Luna cocked her head and studied the bushy haired Gryffindor. "You're awfully repetitive this morning, Hermione. Were you by chance attacked by Biting Wobblers in your sleep?" The blonde turned to Neville. "Quick, check her breasts for any discoloration."
Neville brightened. "I like her breasts." Hermione flushed scarlet.
Harry ignored his friends, reaching up to clasp Draco behind his neck and bend his body closer. "I have a theory, Draco," he breathed in the blonds' ear.
Draco shivered. "Oh really, Potter. And what would that be?"
Harry grinned. "I think the better you are in your… position… the better you are at doing it in the air." He captured the lobe of Draco's ear in his mouth and sucked gently. "I think it would be fun to practice doing it with you. On a broom. Or the back of a Hippogriff. Maybe a flying motorcycle. I'm not picky. And you do know what they say." Draco shook his head as Harry's fingers carded through his hair. Harry blew gently into the Slytherin's ear. "Practice makes perfect. And practice is oh so important for Quidditch players." Draco abruptly stood; looking oddly flushed, and quickly walked away.
Luna watched the blond exit the Great Hall. "I wonder if he went down to the stables this morning?" she mused aloud.
Ron, finally managing to right himself on the seat, shoved his offending goblet distrustfully away from him and turned towards Luna. "The stables? Why would you wonder that?"
She shrugged, idly swirling her fingers in more syrup and licking them clean. "He looked rather bow legged as he walked away."
Harry sighed wistfully, looking towards the doors of the Great Hall. "Damn I wish we were playing Slytherin today."
Ron reached across the table and patted Harry's hand consolingly. "Don't worry, Harry, you'll get that git soon. Then you'll show him who's boss."
Harry brightened. "Promise?" Ron nodded supportively.
Luna giggled, dreamily resuming her paper airplane craft.