Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition

Team: Tutshill Tornados

Position: Seeker

Word Count: 1,125

Harry didn't know when it started. But at somepoint he had started to grow interested a teacher. Not just any teacher. Oh no, this teacher was in a class all his own. It had all started in sixth year when Dumbledore had insisted that they train together. Harry had been nervous but determined to master this new skill.

When he had walked into the Dueling lesson and seen Professor Flitwick, nervousness had pooled into the pit of his stomach. At the time he had just decided it was because of the man's presense. Just inside the door he had stopped and watched the teacher. Harry took in the battle ready robes the man wore. They were a dark brown color and even as the man moved, it stayed out of his way. Slowly the man twirled across the floor with his wand pointed firmly at the wall. Harry couldn't be one hundred percent sure, but it looked like Flitwick kept his wand pointed at one spot only. Harry had felt his heart jump to his throat. It had been amazing. Now Harry was starting to realize that it was the man who was incredible.

"Pay attention Harry. This part is important." Harry shook the thoughts from his head and steadied his stance. "Close, very close. But here..." Harry felt a featherlight touch on his thigh. He automatically adjusted his stance but inside all he could feel was awareness. "Good good. Now you need to roll your heels back after firing the shot. Back and forth. This keeps your blood flowing, and also helps you time your spells." Two hands gripped Harry's hips.

Harry gulped nervously but kept his eyes on the wall in front of him. He lifted his wand and fired a spell, the hands rocked him back and than when he was forward again he released another spell. After a few rounds of this Harry's mind was in a bit of haze. His eyes and body was focused forward, but his mind was absorbed in the attention of the man behind him. Harry released another spell, but it sputtered and died before hitting the wall.

Harry felt his face flood with blood and looked down shamefully. Unfortunately the Professor was short enough, that once he came around to Harry's front, Harry couldn't avoid his gaze. "What happened Harry?"

Harry bit his bottom lip nervously, unsure how to answer. Part of him wanted to confess his newfound attraction, but he knew what the man's reaction would be. So instead and shook his head shamefully and closed his eyes.

Harry heard the man sigh softly before he felt a hand on top of his. "It's ok Harry. We all know that this is a lot to bear for one person. If I could help you more then this, I would."

Harry's eyes shot open. "Sir you are a great help." He felt his face turn red again and quickly closed his eyes again.

Flitwick chuckled slightly and Harry reveled in the moments where he could hear that sound. "Thank you Harry. Why don't we stop here for today?" Harry wanted to argue, but he didn't want to impose on the man who was so important to him, so he nodded. As his eyes were still shut, he didn't know where Flitwick had gone. He let out a big breath, opened his eyes and found himself staring straight into his professor's eyes. The man lifted his hand for a moment before dropping it. "Go on Harry. I'm sure you would enjoy more time with your friends."

"Thank you sir." The words almost didn't come out of his mouth. Speaking of, Harry suddenly found himself staring at his teacher's. He only had a few seconds before the man had completely turned around, but it was just enough to frustrate him more. Harry paused for only a moment before turning and leaving the room.

He didn't stop in the hallway. Harry walked all the way to Gryffindor tower and threw himself onto the couch by the fire. Harry was so absorbed with his thoughts he had failed to notice the loveseat's occupants.

Ginny pulled away from Dean and looked over to Harry. He looked like shit. She had no doubt that he had found his first love. It hurt her heart a little that she wasn't it, but she still like Harry as a friend enough not to punish him for this. She saw tears of frustration fill his eyes before he threw himself backwards. Ginny looked to Dean and found her boyfriend looking at Harry with his eyebrows raised.

Ginny tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Silently she gestured to Harry and he smiled. Dean kissed her softly before leaving. Ginny stood up and sat next to Harry. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Harry startled and turned large green eyes at her. "Talk about what?"

"Your crush."

Harry gulped and she watched as his face turned red. A small part of her grew angry that she wasn't really the cause of it, but she quickly squashed it. She heard him mumble "No." before he turned his body from her and leaned against the arm of the couch.

Ginny shrugged and pulled out a nail file and began to work on her nails. In her head she was counting. She reached 27 before he let out a huff of frustration and turned toward her. "What do you do when you like a professor?"

Ginny felt her eyebrows raise up before she shook her surprise away. She sat up, turned to face him, and tucked her feet beneath her. "Do you think anything would come of it if you told this person?"

"No he... I mean the professor couldn't possibly return my feelings." Ginny had caught the slip. But she could also see Harry's eyes begging her not to ask. So she didn't.

"Than you do nothing." His shoulders slumped. "I mean you coudl find yourself a person to mess around with and get rid of any frustration." He turned shocked eyes to her. "Not that I think you should. But I know a lot of guys do that kind of thing when they have an unrequitted love."

She saw Harry's eyes grow angry. "Who did it to you?"

Ginny let out a small laugh. "It doesn't matter. Anyway. What will you do?"

"Live through my..."

"Attraction." She supplied.

He glared at her. "... until the end of the school year. Than I will get over it during the Summer."

"Than you have a plan."

"Yes."

"Good." Ginny put her feet on Harry's lap and lay back. Closing her eyes, she decided it would be to her benefit to truely get over her crush of Harry.