Warnings: Sexual References.

Chapter 17: Interludes Part V

Fred was waiting outside of the stall that George was in. Today was Slytherin House's tryouts for the Quidditch team, and George was taking forever. He had been dragging his feet all day. Tired of waiting, Fred pounded on the stall.

"Jeez, Gred, hold your horses, and let a guy piss in peace," was George's reply. Finally George came out of the stall.

"Let's go!"

"Wait, I have to wash my hands. Just because we live with Ron doesn't mean we have to be filthy like him." George shook his head. Fred tapped his foot as his twin washed his hands. George was like a bloody old man.

To Fred, three years had passed by the time the two of them had gotten out of the second floor bathroom. It was five decades by the time the two of them had gone to the dungeon and changed into their Quidditch robes, got their Cleansweeps, and get to the pitch.

Many of the upper years were already there. Marcus Flint, a fifth year and the teams new captain, was standing in the middle of the pitch, talking to Crick Shabes and Adrian Pucey, who were probably going to be back on the team this year, because they worked so well with Flint. Miles Bletchley was looking as bored as he always did. Terence was looking confident in his spot as seeker. Fred wanted to laugh at the guy. Harry was probably the flier of his age group, and not only that, Harry had been training with his father and godfather since he could ride a broom. Hell, Fred thought, Harry was born for Quidditch.

Of course, both of the twins had to try out for the team again this year, but they were sure wins for the team. Fred looked for Harry. He spotted the dark haired boy standing on the edge of the mass of students who were all trying out for the team this year. There was still a scowl plastered all over the boys face. The bruise on his cheek was gone, due to Lily's healing magic. In Harry's hands was the broom that Draco had "lost control of".

"Looks like Harry is on the war path still," George commented. "Just because Draco called his mum a mudblood. It's not like him."

"It's only okay when we call her a mudblood. Anyone else does it and he freaks out. Kinda like when everyone makes fun a' dad. Only the three of can do it and get away with it." Fred thought aloud.

"No, I think it was just an excuse he came up with… I think Harry's hiding something. Draco must have done something else to piss Harry off." Fred could tell that his brother was thinking hard.

"This is Harry we're talking about. Sometimes his temper gets away from him. You're over thinking this." Fred was pretty confident that he new Harry better than George did, but then again Harry was ridiculously multi-faceted. Fred shrugged his shoulders and looked for Draco.

Draco was standing among the girls that were trying out for the team. They of course wouldn't make the team because Flint was a sexist bastard. Fred eyed a busty brunette. She was one of the fifth years. The older twin watched as her breasts bounced as she turned to talk to one of the sixth year boys. He was small so he was most likely going to try out for seeker. Even from the distance he was away from the sixth year, Fred could tell that he had perfect lips for sucking.

"Ow!" a sharp poke in the side broke Fred from fantasizing.

"Focus on the task at hand and then you can go back to being a raging mass of pheromones." George said plainly. The two walked up to the large group of Slytherins. When they actually got onto the pitch, Fred could see that several other Slytherins were here to watch tryouts. Fred scanned the bleachers for non-Slytherins. He couldn't see them, which meant they took his advice quite seriously.

"Looks like your threats worked very nicely Gred."

"Indeed they did Forge. Looks like Flint'll start soon. He's almost as impatient as you are."

"Listen up everyone! We'll be starting the tryouts soon. We're going to start with Chasers, then Keepers, Beaters, and finally Seekers. But first, I want everyone on a broom, we're going to start with a basic warm up. Hurry up! Start with fifty laps around the pitch! Weasleys, over here now!" Flint said in his captain voice.

"What now Flint?" Fred asked.

"What in the hell are two first years doing on the pitch?" the captain sounded annoyed.

"Didn't Professor Snape tell you that they would be joining us for tryouts as a form of punishment? Well, it's more of a way to settle a fight. Look, you don't have to take them seriously unless you don't want to. Besides one or both of them might surprise you." George explained.

"I mean look at us," Fred said. "We tried out first year too, and we were substitutes, and second year we were starters."

"Don't expect them to make the team," Flint growled.

"Of course not," the twins said in unison as they both flew away. Fred could see that his brother was trying to conserve energy for the rest of the tryouts, but Fred was weaving in and out of fliers, trying to scare them and cause them to fall. He got a fourth year to stumble a little, before a zip of red hair just by their feet caused them to actually fall. Luckily for him, they were only a few feet above the ground.

The two of them continued to knock people off of their brooms for another thirteen laps. That's when the two brothers started racing each other around the pitch. They whizzed past their potential teammates, until Harry joined the race. The three of them weaved in and out of the inside of the pitch. Even on one of the crappy school broom, Harry was able to keep up with the two Cleansweep fives, until the broom decided it needed a breather on lap thirty-one.

After that, both George and Harry flew at a paced speed. Fred, however amused himself by doing tricks for about ten laps. The last few laps he slowed down considerably. Even, so he was one of the firsts to finish, so Fred decided to fly with George and Harry until they were finished. It was a while before everyone was finished even after that. Fred wanted to hex the last few stragglers.

"Now, that everyone is finished. I want everyone who is trying out for a chasers position to stand over here, keepers over there, beaters to the left of the chasers and seekers to the right of the keepers. This year, I want at least one substitute for each starter player, so we will essentially have two full teams. Ideally, I would like to have two subs for the keeper and seeker, and three for the beaters and chasers. So keep that in mind.

"Now, chasers we going to start by doing some passing and volleying drills. Keepers be on stand by. Beaters, the clubs are over here. Weasleys, don't hit anyone with them." Flint took the air after that. Some of the more eager potentials sped to get the clubs. Fred noticed that the heaviest ones were being carried two fourth years, so he marched up to them and took them from their hands.

"Sorry, but we use these ones," Fred said in a cheery voice, and tossed one of them to his brother.

"Ah, man I missed these guys," George had a soft smile on his face, and then it grew into a grin matching Fred's. "There's nothing like using the heavy ones. We really need to get ourselves the really heavy ones."

"What's the difference between the ones Sirius got you and those ones?" Harry pointed at the clubs.

"The clubs that Sirius got us are wonderful," the twins said in unison, "but we like practicing with heavy clubs. It makes using the oak clubs so much easier during games."

"So it's kind of like using a faster snitch, right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, something like that. I didn't know there were snitches faster than a golden snitch." Fred said out loud.

"Well, Sirius is working on making one outside of his Auror duties. I think that he and my dad are going to start a sports store. I think that Sirius is going to retire early." Harry explained. "I asked him if there was a practice snitch that stopped and came back on command. He said no, and I told him I wanted one. So, I think it may be my fault if he does retire."

A stray practice quaffle landed next to the trio. A seventh year flew by and picked it up without stopping. "All right, I want all six of you to take a hoop," Flint addressed the keeper potentials. "Just do your thing, and block these shots. Chasers, I want you to by pass all of their blocks."

"What you guys should do, is practice with a ball smaller than a bludger, or maybe a faster bludger," Harry suggested.

"Yeah, that would be better than the regular practice bludgers. They're the same as game bludgers, except they bounce of you if they hit you. There aren't even practice bludgers that can get you accustomed to being hit by a real one." Fred complained.

"Yeah, but the professional teams don't even use practice bludgers, they just use game bludgers and have a medi-witch on standby for practices. Speaking of medi-witches," George suddenly changed the subject, "did any of the sixth years take Healing Arts this year?"

"I'm taking it," the sixth year Fred saw earlier, Felix Zanders, said joining the conversation. Fred couldn't help but notice his perfectly shaped lips or his small stature while he was this close to him. Fred liked his men smaller than he was and his women large breasted. When Harry stepped on his foot, Fred realized he was staring.

"Does that mean you will be Slytherin's medi-wizard then?" Harry asked. Please be the medi-wizard, Fred thought.

"If I'm become the team's seeker I won't; I probably won't be the medi-wizard if I'm a first substitute player. Second or third substitute and I probably will be our medi-wizard." Felix said.

"Well, that'll be hard. Terence is good and Harry is pretty good too." George said. Fred was glad that Felix was wasn't going to be the teams seeker. He wouldn't be able to…woo him.

"I'm pretty confident in my Quidditch abilities," Felix said determinedly. Fred was about to ask Felix if he would make a bet with him, but George, who always seemed to know what Fred was thinking, started talking before his brother could.

"Well, I hope you do well," George smiled. Felix blushed a little and Fred had to bit his tongue to keep himself from scowling. So instead, Fred gave the sixth year his most charming smile and nodded in agreement with his brother. Felix blushed even harder. Fred did a dance inside.

"Aright, now I want to have the beaters join in too. Chasers, get into groups of three and pick a hoop. That is the hoop you will need to defend, the same hoop on the other end of the pitch is the hoop you need to score on. Now, I need two beaters for every hoop. Seekers, I want you guys on deck, I'll release the snitches at random. Catch as many as you can." Flint demanded from the air.

"Wish us luck," Fred said in a charming voice as he flew away. He didn't see Felix blush again, but he knew that the sixth year did.

"You're planning on screwing him aren't you," George observed.

"I don't think I'll actually fuck him, but I do plan on having fun with him," answered Fred. He could see his brother shake his head as the two went up to the tallest hoop on the left side of the field.

"If you get hit with a bludger, you're out." Flint said and gave the signal to start. George nodded, letting his brother know that he should take the lead. Fred zoomed forward toward the opposing goal. He looked for the opposing beaters, and locked onto the bludger that was flying in their direction. Fred leaned forward, and the Cleansweep Five sped forward.

Fred nearly knocked one of the opposing beaters off of their broom by the sheer speed that he was going. Fred leaned back slightly to activate the braking charm and started to turn. Then, he braked completely and he whipped around and he bolted forward, swung back with his club, then slammed it into the oncoming bludger. The practice bludger soared through the air and hit the opposing beater that he had aimed for. The practice bludger of course bounced off of him.

Fred looked behind him to see two more another bludger heading towards the hoops, but a different beater got to that one. The bludger that had he had hit was already perusing another player. The ginger flew high above the pitch to get a better look at the area. Just as he got to a good height, he heard something whiz past his ear. Then Harry was barreling towards him, Fred got out of the way just barely.

Fred watched long enough to see that Harry had caught the snitch on the broom that Draco had "lost control of". Fred went back to his hoops. Between, Fred and George, the opposing hoop didn't stand a chance. They had gotten every person on the opposing team out, including the Keeper. They were pretty confident that they were going to make the starter team.

Harry had wowed everyone by catching nearly half of snitches out of the twenty times it had been released. Draco had put up a pretty good fight but he wasn't anywere near as good as Terrence or Felix. Even the busty fifth year, Serenity Bogule, did better than Draco. To the Malfoy heir's defense, Harry did snatch up any potential catches from him. Maybe George was right in thinking Harry was on a war path.

"Hey, Harry," Fred finally asked, "what did Draco do to piss you off so bad?"

"I've had to listen to his smart mouth since we got to school about how great a flier he is. He even talked about it in his sleep once. It just really got on my nerves. Not to mention that he and his gang have been pompous and annoying. I just wanted to put him in his place." Just then, Harry reminded Fred of Lily when she was furious. Fred chuckled with frightened amusement at the image.

"Alright, I think I know who's going to be on the team. If I call your name, you're a starter. Crick Shabes, Adrian Pucey, Fred and George Weasley, and Harry Potter. Unfortunately, we have to give the pitch over to the kittens for a while. The starters and I will discuss who would be good substitutes and there will be a list posted on the bulletin board in the common room. Starters, I want all of you to come with me to the Slytherin Drawing Room." Flint said. There were several disappointed groans. One of which came from a seething Draco Malfoy.

"Hurry up," Flint was getting impatient. Fred marched forward along with the other starters.

"Harry, how do you think your mum's going to take the news?" George asked.

"I'm sure she'll be proud. My father and Sirius will be ecstatic that's for sure." Harry said with a smirk. "Mum and dad had talked about the possibility of me going the Quidditch team. I don't think they thought it would be this soon though."

Fred sat with Harry a few weeks after tryouts during lunch. Draco had been thoroughly embarrassed, considering many of the upper years had been at the tryouts, not to mention his entire gang had been there as well. Pansy had all but ignored Draco for the two weeks. Unfortunately for everyone, she had clung to Harry almost immediately. Until, Harry's companion took over the green eyed boy's body and actually told the girl off, in not so pleasant words.

That had been the first time, Fred or George had ever seen Harry's companion actually use Harry's voice. It had been a little frightening to witness, and there were witnesses. It had happened in the middle of the common room. The twins had to threaten everyone who was in the room to keep quiet. So naturally, the Ravenclaws knew the next day, then the Hufflepuffs, and then the Gryffindors. By the end of the week, Snape had actually spoken to Harry about the outburst, but none of the other professors said anything about it.

In retaliation, Harry had the twins start a rumor about Pansy's mother. They of course had said that they heard a bunch of Ravenclaw girls talking about how Pansy's mother slept around and that her daughter would probably do the same thing. Pansy was now sitting by herself and looking like she had cried recently.

Draco had left Harry alone for the most part as well, thanks to both Harry's skill and his connections, aka Fred and George. "You said that Sirius sent you a letter," Fred said while watching a innocent looking fourth year Hufflepuff twirl her hair.

"Yes, he mentioned a surprise… You have a one track mind, Fred." Harry said suddenly.

"Just wait until you're a pheromonal teenager. I'm sure for you it'll be worse, because the only one to satisfy you is…well, you know." Fred watched Harry blush a little. True as it was, Fred did find Harry attractive, he just wasn't attracted to Harry the way he was with others. For one, Harry was already taken, two, Harry was younger than Fred, and three, Harry's mother could be a psycho bitch when she wanted to be. Between a jealous lover and an over protective mother Fred knew he wouldn't live thirty seconds after trying to make a move on Harry.

Everyone else, however was free game in Fred's eyes and it was never to early to start breaking hearts. Lucy Peters, a half blood sat down to Fred. She was head over heels with one of the twins, Fred and George weren't sure which of them she liked, because she often confused the two of them. Fred found Lucy to be very attractive, and he was fine with her being a half blood, because it wasn't like she choose for her parent to be a blood traitor. Fred certainly wouldn't have chosen to be born to the Weasleys if he had a choice.

"So what do you think the surprise is?" Fred asked, ignoring the equally pheromonal girl next to him, which was saying something about his self control.

"I'm pretty sure that we'll find out during mail," George said as he sat down next to Harry. In some ways, Fred found George to be a complete mystery. He was positive that his brother was just as pheromonal as he was. He had caught his brother wanking several times, but the guy didn't seem interested in sex or girls or guys at all; when he was ready to screw just about everything with legs!

Fred pouted next to Harry, then the first year spoke, "Yeah, I think you're right." Harry had received congratulation letters from everyone's parents and Sirius and Remus and even from avid Quidditch fans. It's not everyday you become the youngest Quidditch player in a century.

Sure enough, Hedwig, the snowy owl Remus had gotten Harry for his eleventh birthday, flew into the Great Hall along with several other owls. In her claws, and the claws of Oberon, Sirius' owl, and Quinn, Remus' own, was a long object. Fred was positive that it was a broom. The three birds unceremoniously dropped the broom in their food. Harry quickly gave each of them a piece of toast.

Everyone around them was immediately interested in what the item was. Harry quickly read the letter attached to the broom and tossed it to Fred. Lucy leaned against Fred to get a closer look at the broom, and he became hyper aware of her. The way the side of her breast pressed against his arm.

"Holy shit, Harry, that's a Nimbus Two Thousand," George said in awe. There were several gasps around the trio. Fred heard Ron groan a table over. None of the other houses stood a chance against Slytherin now.

"But first years aren't supposed to have broomsticks! Why does he get one?!" someone behind Fred asked angrily.

"He was given special permission from the Headmaster to be allowed a broom. On the condition that it not be used or seen outside of the dorms, right Mr. Potter," Snape said suddenly. Fred swore that the man had the ability to sense and morph to signs of trouble.

"I'll take it up to the dorms immediately, sir," Harry said quickly and wrapped the broom up.

"We'll go with you!" the twins said in unison. The three bolted out of the Great Hall and went to the dungeons.

"Fred, George, I want the two of you to look after my broom. I don't trust Draco to leave it alone." Harry was a little out of breath.

"Yeah, no problem," the two brothers said together. When they finally entered the common room, Fred made a B-line for the showers.

"I'll let you go ahead and take care of that Forge. I need a shower!" Fred yelled at his brother and Harry.

"He really is pheromonal, huh…" Harry said.

"Try living in a dorm full of pheromonal guys. It's a freaking wanking fest every other Thursday." George shook his head.