Quidditch Captain

Summary: Harry's now Quidditch captain for Gryffindor and his first task as captain is: Try Outs.

AN: Some information during tryouts was pulled from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Harry entered the Great Hall on Saturday morning, dressed in his Quidditch practice uniform. He noticed some of the girls from the other table looking at him, some gobsmacked. He smirked to himself, "Sorry ladies, I'm taken," he thought. In his pocket he had a list of people who signed up for trials and the list was so long that Harry had put a second piece of parchment, only for him to add a third later and decided that was it.

Hermione was sitting at the table, eating breakfast. She looked up when Harry sat down in front of her.

"You do know that…"

"I have girls looking at me? Yes, I'm aware. I guess it's just the Potter charm," He said, with a hint of sarcasm. "They know I'm taken, but yet they still…"

"Flirt?" Hermione suggested.

"I could think of another word for it. When do you want to visit Hagrid? This afternoon or tomorrow?" He asked.

"Tomorrow. I thought you told him we weren't taking Care of Magical Creatures?"

"I told him I wasn't taking the class anymore. He understood, especially when I said that I'd visit as often as I can. But I didn't mention that you and Ron had dropped the class too."

A hand on his shoulder made Harry look up and into the eyes of his mother. Lily had stopped by on her way to the head table.

"Ready for trials?" She asked.

"Yes, I think so," Harry replied.

"Do you need a stomach soother? I brought one for you with me just in case."

"No, Mum. I'm fine. Thanks."

Lily smiled and patted his head. "I'm going to be working in the potions lab today. Need me, that's where I will be."

"Okay."

Lily walked away from her son slowly, counting backward from five. She had gotten to two when she heard Harry say, "Mum."

She smiled, turning around and reaching in her pocket, getting the pink vial out. She handed it to Harry, smiling knowingly. Apparently, he was more nervous than he thought.

Harry uncorked it and downed the potion in one go. He swallowed, handing the vial back to Lily.

"Thanks, Mum," he whispered.

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

When Lily left Hermione asked, "How can you do that?"

Harry glanced up at from fixing his plate, as he now felt like he could eat breakfast without fearing it would make a reappearance.

"I'm used to it. Mum puts some kind of flavoring in it and it masks the yucky taste. Swallowing it quickly also helps."

Ron and Ginny joined them at the table, both dressed in the same Quidditch practice uniform. Harry smiled at seeing Ginny in her uniform. She looked good in it.

"How long do you think trials will take?" Ginny asked.

"Maybe all morning. A lot of people have applied to try out for the team," Harry replied. He felt slightly nervous at the first hurdle of his Captaincy. "I don't know why the team is all of a sudden popular."

"Oh, come on, Harry," Hermione said, suddenly impatient. "It's not Quidditch that popular, it's you!"

She explained why, as Harry had suddenly become popular ever since he was proclaimed to be the Chosen One by the Daily Prophet. It was needless to say that James and Lily were angry with the paper and threatened to sue if they published another article about Harry. They agreed, especially when James threatened to have them arrested for harassment of a minor, which he had the power to do being Deputy Head Auror.

"And it doesn't help that you've grown about a half of a foot over the summer either," Ginny added. Harry knew that already. Lily had mentioned it when they went shopping for clothes over the summer when she noticed that Harry didn't have many clothes that still fit.

The post owls arrived, making the group lookup. Among the owls were Hedwig and Pigwidgeon. The owls landed near the students they were delivering letters to and Hedwig and Pigwidgeon landed near Harry and Ron.

"Hey girl," Harry greeted Hedwig, taking the letter from James she was carrying and giving her a piece of bacon. She screeched when Oscar landed beside her.

Harry sighed. "Mum's up there you stupid bird," he said to the owl. Oscar took off to the head table. "I hate that owl. I will never understand why of all the owls Dad picked him."

Ron handed Ginny her letter from Molly and then handed Hermione hers. Hermione read the Daily Prophet, telling the group some of the news that was in that day's paper.

"Harry, I didn't know your Dad was raiding suspecting Death Eater's houses," Hermione commented.

"I mentioned to him what we saw when we went to Diagon Alley. He said he'd look into to it and because of his work, he wouldn't be able to say anything until after the case was over. He said that he was glad we were careful but advised we don't go looking for trouble."

"We weren't looking for trouble when we saw Malfoy and his mother. It fell into our laps."

"He also didn't tell Mum," Harry added. "Who would have told Molly what we saw."

Ron nodded, shuddering as he imagined Molly's reaction.

Ginny slammed her letter down on the table, swallowing her remaining orange juice and got up, leaving the Great Hall.

Harry waited a second before telling Ron and Hermione that he will go and would see them on the pitch. He caught up with Ginny as she descended the front steps, leading to the Quidditch pitch.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I wrote her telling her about trying out for the team and she replied in saying that she wished I didn't, it's not a ladylike sport," Ginny spat. "I haven't even told her that I want to play Quidditch professionally and this is one way I can get spotted is by playing on the house team."

Ginny soon found herself pulled into an embrace. She didn't question who, when she inhaled and smelled the sandalwood soap.

"She didn't say you couldn't try out Ginny. Go for it," Harry murmured, trying to encourage her. "You play Quidditch over the summer and Molly never said anything. You're good, Ginny, and I don't have any doubts about you making the team."

"Thank you, Captain," She whispered, wiping her eyes.

They walked down to the Quidditch pitch and Harry unlocked the shed where the equipment was and Ginny helped him get it out, along with a few brooms for those who didn't have one.

"Are you nervous?" Ginny asked Harry suddenly.

"About the tryouts? A little bit. It's all on me and I'm afraid of making a bad decision and not picking a good team."

Ginny laid down the broom in her hand and approached her boyfriend. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, forcing him to look at her.

"A wise man once said when making difficult decisions there were two things you need to listen to. That's what your heart tells you," She said, laying her hand over his chest. "And what this tells you." She moved her hand to his stomach. "Go with your instincts."

"Thanks, Gin."

"You're welcome, Harry. Anytime."

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Harry stood in the middle of the pitch with Ginny beside him and Ron on the other side. The group of people who came out to try out was larger than Harry expected and it appeared that more people showed up then who was on the list.

"Okay, so this morning, I'm going to be putting you all through a few drills just to assess your strengths," Harry began.

No one was listening. They were talking amongst themselves, arguing over padding, or just not paying attention. Harry pulled off a glove and stuck his finger in his mouth and whistled, loudly.

"SHUT IT!" he bellowed his tone, meaning there was no room for arguments. Everyone stopped talking. "Now, just because you had a spot on the team last year doesn't guarantee you a spot this year. Am I clear?"

Everyone nodded or said their agreement.

"Good," he murmured. He took a moment to observe the students who came out to try out for the team. Half of Gryffindor seemed to have turned up, from first years who were nervously clutching a broom to seventh years who towered over the rest, looking coolly intimidating. The latter of the group included a wiry-haired boy Harry recognized immediately from the Hogwarts Express.

"Who's first?" Ron asked.

"I'm going to do Chasers first," Harry answered.

"What about a Seeker?"

Turning to Ron, Harry asked, "Are you saying I should replace myself?"

"No, I mean for the reserve team."

Harry's eyes widen for a second, remembering the very thing he had talked to Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall about.

"Thank you, Ron." He whistled once more to get everyone's attention. "Something I forget to mention is if you don't make the team, we will be having a reserve team. The reserve team is one that I decided to include this year. For example, if you are trying out for Chaser and don't make the main team, then you would be considered for the reserve. In Quidditch, if you may not know, a reserve player is someone who takes the place of a particular teammate in the event of injury or they are unable to play in the game. Have any questions, please let me know."

"Harry?" Ginny called as he was starting to walk away.

"Yes?"

"You might need this." Ginny handed him the whistle he had picked up while in Diagon Alley. James had recommended it when Harry asked him for advice as James was Quidditch captain when he was in school.

"Thanks." He put the whistle around his neck and then picked it placing in his mouth and blew. "Anyone here that is interested in trying out for Keeper, please come over here."

The wiry headed boy approached Harry first.

"We met on the train, in old Slughorn's compartment," he said, confidently. "Cormac McLaggen, I'm trying out for Keeper."

"You didn't try out last year, did you?" Harry asked, taking note of the breadth of McLaggen and thinking that he could probably block all three goal hoops without even moving.

"I was in the hospital wing when they held the trials," McLaggen said, with something of a swagger. "I ate a pound of Doxy eggs for a bet."

"Right," Harry deadpanned. He knew what happened when someone ate Doxy eggs. The stories he heard alone, made him not want to eat even one. "Well, if you wait over there we'll get started in just a minute." Harry pointed to just a few feet away from him. He thought he saw a flicker of annoyance pass over McLaggen's face and wondered whether McLaggen expected preferential treatment because they were both 'Slughorn's favorites.

"By the way, are you any relation to Healer Potter?" McLaggen asked.

Harry looked at him like he had grown two heads. "She's my mother."

"Oh. I have to say she's one fine…" He didn't finish the sentence before a wand was in his face.

"Finish that sentence and I'll use a little hex my girlfriend taught me. I don't think you want bat boogies flying out your nose, do you?"

McLaggen shook his head and joined those who were waiting where Harry had earlier pointed to.

Ron walked by him, allowing Harry to give him a discrete pat on the back.

Ginny walked by him and he grabbed her arm gently pulling her close. Using his clipboard, he hid their faces while he gave her a good luck kiss. Of course, everyone knew what they were going.

Peakes and Coote catcalled while Ron shouted, "Oi! Can we get on it with it?"

"Good luck," Harry whispered.

"Remember what I said, Harry," Ginny said, reminding him of the conversation they had following Harry getting the badge and Ginny deciding to try out for the team.

"I hear you and I see you," He said, saying their little quote when they were telling the other that they were being heard.

Ginny walked around Harry and whispered, "Thank you again for the broom."

"Don't need to thank me, babe," Harry replied.

Once Harry divided all the applicants according to the position they were interested in, he decided to start off with a basic test, asking them to fly around the pitch once. This was proven to be a good decision. The first years stuck out like a sore thumb considering they hardly ever flown before. Only one boy managed to remain airborne for more than a few seconds, and he was so surprised that he promptly crashed into one of the goal posts.

Harry blew his whistle and motioned for two of the girls who were aides in the hospital wing to tend to him while he remained airborne.

Another problem was there was a group of the silliest girls Harry had ever encountered. When he blew his whistle, they mere fell about giggling and clutching one another. Romilda Vane was amongst them. He blew his whistle and told them to leave the pitch. They did so quite cheerfully and went to sit in the stands.

There was another group, which Harry noticed when they landed were using the school brooms.

"Harry?"

At the voice, Harry turned to see Katie standing there.

"What is it, Katie?"

"There are students here from other houses, trying out for the team," She informed him. She pointed them out discretely.

"Thanks for bringing that to my attention Katie," Harry murmured. He blew his whistle to bring everyone's attention to him. "Now, if there is anyone here who's not from Gryffindor please leave the pitch, now!"

There was a pause, then those who were from other houses left the pitch, including a couple of Ravenclaws who went sprinting off the pitch, snorting with laughter.

Harry let his head fall back and closed his eyes. He could feel a headache forming.

"Are you okay?"

Harry lowered his head and opened his eyes to find his girlfriend standing next to him.

"I'm okay," he assured her. "I might need to stop by and see Mum for a headache potion when I'm done."

"How about later, I give you a back rub," Ginny suggested.

Harry let his head fall back and purred in response. "Have I told you I loved you lately?"

Ginny chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Yes, last night when I scratched your back."

She walked back over to where the group of Chasers was waiting.

"Okay, Chasers in the air. Ron and Cormac, we'll start with you for Keepers. In the air on my whistle." And Harry blew, watching the group kick off the ground. He waited for a second or two before he straddled his broom and kicked off.

As Harry observed the Chasers, he noticed Ginny had decided to use a trick he had taught her over the summer. James had taught it to him, thinking that Harry would be probably one-day play Chaser. It was known as the Potter Prank. The person with the quaffle flies towards the Keeper. They lower themselves to another hoop and then suddenly shot up, tricking the Keeper and score in the higher hoop.

Ginny hadn't perfected this, until now. She flew towards the goal post that McLaggen was guarding, knowing that Harry would least likely want him on the team. She could already imagine a power struggle between the two.

When the quaffle sailed past McLaggen, the crowd in the stands cheered.

Harry smiled. "That's my girl," he whispered. Then blew his whistle to signal time for the Chasers to switch.

She flew past him. He held out his hand for a high five.

"Good job, Gin," he said.

She smiled back at him, landing to get a drink of water. She collected two bottles of water and kicked off the ground, returning to her spot beside Demelza, waiting for her next turn. She passed Harry on her way.

"Harry, catch," She called, tossing him one of the bottles of water. Harry caught it, thanks to his seeker's reflexes and took a long drink of water.

After two hours, many complaints, and several tantrums, Harry found himself with three Chasers: Katie, who was returning to the team after an excellent trial. Then there was Ginny, who had outflown all the competition and scored seventeen goals to boot. She silenced any protest that Harry had chosen her due to their relationship with a look. No one argued that she was on the team because of Harry, but rather her performance. Ron had high fived her when he passed her.

Then there was Demelza Robins, who was particularly good at dodging Bludgers. For the reserve team, Harry selected three applicants who performed just as well as the three girls who made the main team. Pleased with his choices, Harry also shouted himself hoarse at the many complainers. Unfortunately for Harry, he had to deal with the same thing following the Beater trials.

He knew he would never find Beaters with the brilliance of Fred and George, but he was feeling pleased with his decision: Jimmy Peakes, a short but broad chested third-year boy who had managed to raise a lump the size of an egg on the back of Harry's head with a Bludger, and Ritchie Coote, who looked weedy but aimed well. They now joined Katie, Demelza, and Ginny in the stands to watch the selection of their last team member.

"My decision is final, now if you don't get out of the way for the Keepers I will hex you," he bellowed.

All Harry had left now was to find a Keeper. He was hoping for an emptier stadium and less pressure for all involved. Unfortunately, however, all the rejected players and a number of people who had come down to watch had joined the crowd, making it larger than ever.

He called down Cormac and Ron, letting the others who were trying out for Keeper to go. He had decided to leave the reserve chasers on the ground to give the Keepers a test. To Harry's surprise, they performed well as Chaser, but the first five applicants for Keepers only saved two goals apiece.

Adding to Harry's disappointment was Cormac McLaggen had saved four penalties out of five. On the last one, however, he shot off in completely the wrong direction. The crowd laughed and booed as McLaggen returned to the ground, grinding his teeth. Adding to the one he missed when Ginny was trying out, he had missed two shots, which would cost Gryffindor the match.

It all came down to Ron's performance.

Ron looked ready to pass out as he mounted his Cleansweep Eleven.

"Good luck, Ron!"

Harry looked around and seen Hermione waving at him. He wasn't surprised to see Hermione supportive of Ron, considering she was his girlfriend. In response, Ron blew her a kiss.

"Get your head in the game, Weasley," Harry shouted, but he was smiling, telling Ron he was only playing with him.

He didn't need to worry, Ron saved all five penalties in a row. Delighted and relieved, Harry resisted joining in the cheers of the crowd with great difficulty.

Harry landed and turned to tell McLaggen that Ron had beaten him, only to find his red face inches from his own, making him step back hastily.

"His sister didn't really try," McLaggen growled. "She gave him an easy save."

"Rubbish," Harry said, coldly. "That was the one he nearly missed. He still caught it."

McLaggen took a step nearer, Harry, who stood his ground this time.

"Give me another go," he ordered.

"No," Harry said, firmly. "You've had your go. You save four, Ron saved five. Ron's Keeper, he won it fair and square. Get out of my way, now."

He thought for a moment that McLaggen might punch him, but he contented himself with an ugly grimace and stormed away, growling what sounded like threats to thin air.

Harry turned around to find his new team beaming at him.

"Well done, everyone," he croaked. "You flew really well."

He said that he would schedule practice for a time later the next week and dismissed them.

Harry leaned his head back, sighing. He was glad this was over and now he all he needed to go was to schedule practice. He would need to ask Jasper, the Hufflepuff team captain when he had planned on scheduling tryouts and then he needed to ask Madam Hooch who was Ravenclaw and Slytherin's, captains.

He and Ron had returned the equipment to the shed when they saw Madam Hooch as Ginny was returning some of the brooms to the cupboard.

She turned around when Ginny came in with the brooms they got for practice.

"Hello Madam Hooch," the three greeted.

"Ah, how did tryouts go?" She asked.

"Good, we have a good team this year and we've got a reserve team for Beaters and Chasers," Ron explained.

"I'm going to test some of the team next week and see if anyone can play a second position," Harry added.

"Is that one of your father's ideas?" Madam Hooch asked.

"Yes, is it. It was his idea for the reserve team. Since you're here, I need to schedule practice for next week."

"Tuesday evening is free. Blake Urquhart has scheduled the pitch for Monday afternoon and Friday evening. Felix Clarke has the pitch on Thursday, while Jasper has it for Wednesday afternoon."

"I'll take Tuesday and I'll let the team know."

When Madam Hooch left, Harry turned to Ginny and Ron, "Who is Felix Clarke? For some reason, I can't place him."

"He's the blonde that followed Zacharias Smith like a lost puppy," Ron answered.

"That scrawny kid? That is Felix," Harry said.

"Yeah," Ginny replied. "He must have had a growth spurt over the summer."

Harry decided to wait when he got back to Gryffindor tower for a shower. Ginny was getting one in the tent and then heading to the library to meet her friends for an OWLs study session before dinner. Ron decided to stay back and get a shower in the tent and then he was going to spend time with Hermione.

Knowing he would be on his own until dinner, Harry headed up to the castle, planning on stopping in the hospital wing to get a headache potion. He was surprised he still had his voice after tryouts, knowing that Oliver had once lost his voice following a Quidditch practice.

It had brought the team two days of peace.

"Potter!"

Harry sighed, but this wasn't Malfoy or was it, Snape. It was Jasper Thompson, the Hufflepuff captain. Angelina had included some tricks on how to handle him.

"Hello Thompson, something I can help you with?" Harry asked, trying to be pleasant as he never knew when Lily might be near.

"I hear your Gryffindor's new captain. Congratulations," Jasper said.

"Thanks," Harry said, slowly and wondering where this conversation was going.

"I just want to say congratulations and good luck being it's your first year."

"Thanks," Harry repeated. "Have a good day."

He left the entrance hall, noticing that Jasper was heading in the direction of the Hufflepuff house, which was located near the kitchens in the basement.

Harry knew a few shortcuts to the hospital wing, having found them once when he came with Lily to help set up the hospital wing the summer before his third year. He was deemed okay to leave on his own before his fourth year and had been staying home when Lily came to Hogwarts ever since, with the exception of the time he came with Sirius and Remus to help them get their classroom ready when they were going to teach Defense Harry's fifth year.

Some believe the curse was broken because Sirius and Remus were still there.

When he reached the double ornate doors, he pushed one open and entered the hospital wing.

"Hello Harry, Lily is in her office," Madam Pomfrey said, knowing that was why Harry was there.

"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey." Harry walked over to the wooden door with the glass in the middle and knocked because he didn't know why Lily would have the door closed.

"Come in," She called from the other side.

Harry pushed the door open and entered his mother's office. It wasn't much different from the one she had in St. Mungo's, only a little bit smaller. Lily had moved some of her medical books with her along with the pictures she kept on her desk. Harry sometimes felt a little weird looking at his younger self.

He had grown so much since he was a first year, literally and as a person.

"Hi Mum," He greeted.

Lily looked up from the paperwork she was sorting. "Hello Sweetheart, how was tryouts?"

"Long," Harry sighed, falling into the armchair in front of Lily's desk. "Would you happen to have a headache potion in here?"

Lily handed him one, along with a cup of water.

"Thanks, Mum," Harry murmured, taking the potion and uncorking the lid, downing the contents. He then picked up the cup after sitting down the vial and swallowing the cup of water in one go.

"How did it go?" Lily asked.

Harry filled Lily in on how the tryouts went, leaving out the incident with McLaggen for now. When he mentioned the lump on the back of his head, she checked it and then checked him over to make sure he didn't have a concussion. She then told him to use a cold compress on it later and to be careful when he washed his hair. He told her that Ginny had made the team and their plan if anyone argues that Harry showed favoritism. He told her who all had made the team, then asking her to tell James, thanks for giving him the whistle.

"You can tell him yourself when he comes up next weekend. He was too busy with work this weekend to come," Lily said.

"I know. I saw his last project in this morning's paper."

Lily nodded, having seen it too. "How's the head?"

"Better," Harry replied, getting up out of his chair. "I'll let you get back to work, thanks for the potion Mum."

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. And Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Take a shower. I love you, but you stink."

"That's the plan. Mind if I use my bathroom in your quarters?"Harry asked.

"Go ahead," Lily assured him. "I'll see you at dinner."

"Bye Mum, love you."

"Love you too, Sweetheart."

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Harry sighed as he felt Ginny's hand knead his shoulders. Once he finished in the shower, he headed to Gryffindor tower, where he found Ginny waiting for him. They escaped to the room of requirement where they went last year when the stress of OWLs had gotten to Harry and Ginny decided that Harry needed to relax. At the time, Ginny was working on a project for Muggle Studies and she got massage therapy.

Knowing Lily had her license, she asked her for help on the assignment. Using Harry as a model, Lily showed Ginny basic massage techniques and how they were performed. Needless to say with both Lily and Ginny massaging him, Harry fell asleep in the middle of it. Lily had even given Ginny tips to keep her hands from getting tired when doing a long massage.

What Lily didn't know what Ginny took what she had taught her and used it when Harry was tense or stressed. It was a secret that Ginny never told anyone and Harry never mentioned it to Lily or Hermione and Ron.

The Room of Requirement wasn't a well-known place in the castle, only for those who were in Dumbledore's Army knew of its existence and Sirius and Remus. Because it was never added to the map, Harry didn't have to worry about Sirius, Remus, or even James finding them.

Harry and Ginny only escaped to the Room of Requirement when they needed time to be alone as a couple without interruptions and times like now when Harry needed a massage.

"How's the pressure, babe?" Ginny asked.

"Brilliant," Harry sighed.

"Your shoulders are kind of tight," She noted.

"I noticed that when I was in the shower. I thought the hot water would soften them up."

Ginny hummed in response, letting her hands slide down Harry's sides.

"What kind of oil is that you're using?" Harry asked.

"The same kind your Mum uses. I heard her tell someone that it's good for after Quidditch practices and matches. It relaxes the muscles as you massage them. Feel good?"

Harry purred in response. Ginny moved up to Harry's neck, using a cat picking up her kitten-like technique.

"You seem to carry a lot your tension in your neck and your shoulders."

"Do you ever wonder why I tell you to don't stop when you rub my neck or shoulder?" Harry asked.

"I guess because it feels good," Ginny guessed.

"It does and it nearly puts me to sleep," Harry added.

"I'm surprised you're not asleep now."

"I'm fighting it," Harry said. "Because we need to get back to the tower before curfew and I don't need to explain to Mum, why we were out after curfew."

"Noted," Ginny murmured.

She finished up the massage as she was only doing Harry's back, shoulders, and neck for this session. The next session, they would come down here earlier to give them more time for the rest.

"I'll do the foot rub when we get back to the tower," Ginny said.

Harry nodded. "I was going to ask you too."

"When you say ask me too, Harry, you mean you place your feet in my lap and poke me until I rub them."

Harry climbed off the table, noticing the pattern on the drape Ginny used on the table had left intentions on his stomach.

"I could cover up with a blanket and you can rub…." Harry was cut off when Ginny tossed him his shirt.

"I could do that, but it won't make the intentions go away. Remember, we tried that when you laid on that pillow that time," Ginny reminded him.

"Yeah, I remember that. I had to make up an excuse of falling asleep on the couch," Harry said.

"Why?"

"Sirius saw it," Harry explained. "When I stretched my shirt raised up to show a few spots of the intention and Sirius pulled it up further and asked me what happened to my stomach and I told him I fell asleep on the couch, must have laid on one of the pillows and my shirt must have raised up in my sleep."

"Did he buy it?" Ginny asked.

"He did, although he was hesitant at first."

Harry pulled his shirt over his head and took Ginny's hand in his. Quietly, they left the Room of Requirement and headed to Gryffindor tower. They slipped in behind Ron and Hermione, with the other Gryffindor prefects.

"Hey, where did you two head off to?" Ron asked, upon seeing Harry and Ginny.

"Library," They replied in unison.

"Oh." Ron walked over to where Hermione was sitting in an armchair by the fire. He picked her up for a second and sat down in the chair and then pulled her on his lap.

Harry and Ginny followed him, claiming the couch. Ginny sat down on one end, and Harry sat down on the other, slipping his trainers off and then his socks before laying his feet on Ginny's lap.

Ginny picked up Harry's left foot and started massaging, making Harry sink into the couch, feeling just as relaxed as he did when he was in the Room of Requirement. His eyes were almost closed when he felt something being handed to him. He opened his eyes to see that Ginny was handing him a cup of water.

He took it without question, and downed the full cup, knowing within the next half hour, it would make him go to the bathroom.

Sinking back into the cushions of the couch, he relaxed as he felt Ginny began to work in the arch of his foot.

"How come you don't do anything like that for me?"

"You never asked me to, Ronald."

Harry tuned out his friends arguing, focusing instead on his girlfriend's menstruations on his feet and how relaxing it was.

He cracked his eyes open when he felt Ginny move to his other foot. Sensing he was looking at her, Ginny turned her head and her eyes met his. They smiled at each other softly.

"Thanks, Gin," Harry said, softly.

"You're welcome."

Harry felt his eyes droop closed and he soon fell into a deep sleep. He felt his feet being raised and then laid back down on the couch. Then his head was raised long enough for a soft pillow to be placed behind his head.

"Is he asleep?" He heard someone ask.

"He's asleep," Ginny confirmed. "Did he sleep any last night Ron?"

"Yeah, though I heard him toss and turn for about three hours last night. I checked on him twice and he said he was fine. Had to place a silencing charm on his mattress beside it squeaked every time he moved."

"Could you bring me his throw, the green one?" Ginny asked.

"Sure."

"Do you think we should take his glasses off?"

"I'm going to when he turns his head."

"Here, I'll help you."

Harry felt hands on either side of his head, and then they were pushing his head straight long enough for Ginny to get his glasses. He felt them being removed from his face, just as someone returned with the throw.

"Thanks, Ron."

"I hope being Quidditch captain doesn't cause Harry too much stress. I mean he has the Defense club, tutoring, Quidditch, classes, and…." Hermione's voice lowered, "Lessons with Dumbledore. How much can he handle?"

"He will until he falls apart. You know Harry, he'll never tell anyone something's bothering him."

"Plus, our schedule is a little more flexible this year," Ron added. "He'll find a way to fit it all in."

"I know."

Then Harry felt Ginny's lips on his forehead, kissing him and tucking the throw around him.

"Good night, Har Bear. I love you," she whispered.

Soon Harry was alone in the common room as Ginny, Hermione and Ron headed to their dorms and up to bed.

Harry, meanwhile, slept on, dreaming of winning the Quidditch cup with Ginny by his side as he handed the cup to McGonagall. He just hoped that he could accomplish his one goal in being captain. Making Gryffindor proud and being the best Quidditch captain, he could be.

AN: There is a fic in which Harry gets the Quidditch badge in progress.

Now to address a request I got from a guest named SeaweedBrain: Yes, I will write your request, as a matter of fact, I've been thinking of writing something similar to that for either a fifth year or a sixth year fic as Harry doesn't return to Hogwarts at all for his seventh year. If you're a guest and have an idea for this series you may write them in the reviews and I will see them and maybe I'll write it.

I am still accepting suggestions for this series, which I will soon be writing for three years. Thank you to those of you who read and follow this series. I hope you have enjoyed reading this series as I had writing it.