[A/N: I've cut a decent amount of smut from this series for plot reasons. Are you pleased with the amount of smut or would you be comfortable with more? Would you prefer I make an off-shoot where I post smuttier chapters so it doesn't impact the actual story? No answer will make me mad, I have the material, the will, and the time (and if you care not for smut, I vibe with that too). Just leave your commentary. I appreciate it.]

Despite her anxiety about how Ron and the rest of Gryffindor would play, Rory woke up excited about her first time taking over for Lee. After making a quick visit to the owlery to send a gift to Sirius for his birthday, she ate breakfast quickly and headed to the pitch to meet with Madame Hooch to help set up the announcing equipment and the scorecards.

She was immediately annoyed to see Zach Smith waiting there as well.

"What are you doing, Zach?" Rory asked.

"I asked Professor McGonagall if I could commentate now Lee's gone. She said he recommended you, but thought it might not be fair if she didn't let us both have a go at it before she decided," he said.

That was fair, but why did it have to be Zach?

They were just getting settled into the stands as everyone started to pour into the stadium. McGonagall joined them soon after.

"Mister Smith, Miss Lupin, I'm hoping the two of you will be on your best behavior," McGonagall said.

"I take Quidditch very seriously," Rory said. She would be damned if she let Zach screw this up for her.

Madame Hooch and the teams came out onto the field.

"Good luck to both of you," McGonagall said. She switched on the mic as the teams took to the air.

Zach motioned to Rory. "Ladies first."

She wanted to be annoyed, but if she was going to take the opportunity and run with it. She just had to channel the same energy and charisma that made everyone love Lee.

"Good morning and welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season. For our returning students, our beloved announcer Lee Jordan has graduated and is off to bigger better things so, for this match at least, I'm Aurora Lupin and I'm here with my cohort, Hufflepuff chaser and captain, Zacharias Smith," Rory said.

Zach leaned forward to the microphone. "Thanks for that. Feel free to call me, Zach by the way. All my friends do, Rory."

"I will keep that in mind," Rory said. "Any thoughts about the match for today, Zach?"

"Well, it's quite the interesting team Potter's got lined up this year," Zach said. "We've never seen Dean Thomas in a match before. Bit of a risk having him replace Bell when she's so experienced."

"Hard to match anyone for Katie's talent, but I don't think anyone is going to let us down today," Rory said. "It's a strong team."

"Well, it's your house team and the captain's your boyfriend so you would think so wouldn't you?" Zach said with a laugh. "Interesting that he chose Weasley for Keeper considering his spotty performance last year. Though I guess it helps to be best mates with the Captain."

Rory was not going to physically assault Zach. Nor was she going to hex him. She desperately wanted to, but she was bigger than that, and she wanted to keep sitting in this booth until she graduated.

"Gryffindor's keeper before Ron, Oliver Wood, who now plays for Puddlemore United by the way, actually was known to save six out of every ten shots thrown at him, and even though he's only played for one season, Ron is sitting pretty at eight out of ten shots. If you like, I can tell you how many shots you've made against him that he's blocked, but I don't think you'll be pleased with the number," Rory said.

Zach looked slightly horrified as Gryffindor erupted into a chorus of "Weasley is Our King." Rory was armed with facts today. She covered the microphone.

"Don't fuck with me, Zach," she stage whispered to him. Then she uncovered the microphone. "If we look over at Slytherin, they always play a respectable game, but haven't won a match against Gryffindor in five years."

"They've got their reserve seeker out today, Harper. Malfoy's ill apparently," Zach said.

Rory had gotten an earful from Harry this morning about Draco dropping out of the match for today. There was nothing Draco could do lately that Harry didn't find suspicious.

The match got underway. Rory felt more in her element than ever. All of the commentary she kept inside during matches she was able to freely express into the microphone.

"And here's Slytherin's first attempt at a goal," Zach said.

By the time the words were out of his mouth, Ron had already caught the Quaffle and sent it to Dean.

"Perfect save by Ron," Rory exclaimed.

"I guess he's bound to get lucky every once in a while," Zach said with a shrug.

Zach was lucky they were in public or Rory would knock his lights out.

Gryffindor didn't disappoint. They were playing an excellent match. Ron in particular was shining. Rory was having a hard time keeping her elation out of her voice every time he did something remarkable. But at one point, Ron quickly moved from the hoop on the end to the third hoop so quickly to make a save that Rory practically screamed into the microphone.

"And Ron Weasley descends from the heavens like a defensive angel! He's a wall! He's unstoppable!" she exclaimed as Gryffindor erupted into cheers. She and Zach were all but drowned out by their chanting.

"Looks like Harper's seen something that Potter hasn't," Zach said when Harper started zooming across the field.

Gryffindor was up by 50 points and Slytherin hadn't made a single score. They needed the snitch in a bad way. But Harry was on Harper's heels. Zach and Rory were going back and forth, watching the Snitch, watching the field. Zach was going on about how this was Slytherin's game; Harry was going to have his first loss against Slytherin.

But Harry came through. His fingers wrapped around the Snitch. Rory managed to coherently declare Gryffindor the winner before dissolving into cheers with the rest of her house. Professor McGonagall switched off the microphone, probably to not deafen the audience.

"Good game, I suppose," Zach said. "Not sure if I want the job of announcing."

It was obvious that the students had been far more receptive to Rory than they had been to Zach, and Gryffindor's win probably made her seem all the more favorable.

"If you'd ever like to have another try, let me know," McGonagall said, but it was half-hearted.

Rory hugged her head of house, both of them giddy from the win. Then Rory turned to the field. She caught sight of Harry who held the Snitch aloft, victoriously. She blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

Zach groaned. "Can you not?"

Rory shook her head. She was going to keep on being obnoxious with Harry Potter for the rest of her life.

And then, out of nowhere, a broom came flying into the both. Rory and Zach were knocked to the ground. She let out a screech as she hit the floor. She smacked her butt hard on the ground.

Rory looked up to see who the offending player was and found Professor McGonagall shouting at Ginny.

"Sorry, Professor," Ginny said. "I couldn't stop."

Harry didn't want to get too ahead of himself, but sixth year was shaping up to be pretty remarkable. After pretending to slip Ron Felix Felicis that morning, his best friend had played extraordinarily. He listened to Rory losing her mind from the stands. You'd never know Harry was on the team at all for the way she went on about Ron. Only when he caught the Snitch did Rory ever truly acknowledge him. He'd held that Snitch out to her and she'd blown him a kiss and Harry didn't care how silly it made him look.

Everyone was in high spirits in the locker room, and that evening in the Common Room, a party was in full swing by the time the team returned. Again, Harry was all but forgotten. It was Ron's night. They walked into the Common Room to cheers and everyone started singing "Weasley is Our King."

The look on Ron's face, the absolute delight, Harry had never been happier to see Ron like that.

Ron played stupid when Harry admitted that he'd only pretended to put the liquid luck into his potion, but Harry didn't care. Ron knew he could do it now. He'd pull through again the next game.

Rory came in after the rest of the team showed up, but he hardly was able to make his way to her. Her commentary had been spot on, it seemed. The rest of the team was already talking to her excitedly.

"I can't believe you did that to Ron," Hermione said.

Harry looked over, surprised to see her standing there.

"Sorry?" he asked.

"You cheated. You gave Ron that liquid luck," Hermione whispered.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't." She looked at him in disbelief, which was fair, because Hermione was well acquainted with his shenanigans.

"The next time—"

"I didn't give it to him," Harry said repeated. "I wanted him to think that I did, but I didn't. You can check the vial if you want. It's sitting in my room as unopened as the day Slughorn gave it to me."

Hermione's eyes went wide. "You tricked him?"

Harry nodded. "I did tell him after the match, by the way. It would be completely unethical to give him a potion to help him. Probably as bad as confundussing someone so they don't do well at try-outs."

Hermione's cheeks went red and her jaw dropped a bit.

"Rory told me right off the bat. But I knew Ron could do it, with a little help," Harry said.

She nodded. "You're a good friend, Harry."

"I know," he replied. "So are you."

It wasn't long before he was dragged away from Hermione, conversing with everyone about the match. Asking him all sorts of questions about how he picked the team and how amazing of a captain he was.

It wasn't until Romilda Vane tried to corner him that Harry felt two arms wrap around him from the side and he instinctively wrapped an arm around his girlfriend.

"There you are," Rory said. She kissed his cheek and then looked at Romillda. "You don't mind if I steal him, do you? I haven't had a word with him at all since this morning."

Romillda rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Thanks for that," he said. "You're not feeling ignored are you?"

"The opposite," Rory said. "I commentated the whole game and people still want to hear me talk."

Harry led Rory to a corner of the common room that was decently quiet. He kissed her, something he would never think of doing under normal circumstances, but most people weren't paying them any mind. Ron was holding court in the middle of the room. Besides, he'd desperately wanted to kiss her all evening, audience be damned.

"Sorry Ginny flew into your booth," Harry said. "That was my fault."

Ginny had all but told him she'd done it on purpose and wanted to make it inescapably clear that she wasn't interested in him.

"You're just as annoying and over-involved as the rest of my brothers," Ginny said.

Harry was pleased that his relationship with Ginny had boiled down to being siblings on both their parts but hoped it wouldn't lead to Ginny disliking Rory the same way she disliked Fleur. All the same, he'd have some apologizing to do in the future.

"Never mind, Ginny," Rory said. "You were excellent today." She had to practically shout over the music. Harry put his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"I'm always excellent," he replied. He kissed her again and she draped her arms over his shoulders before kissing him again.

"Hermione's pretty miffed about you tricking Ron," Rory said. "She told me all about the liquid luck."

"Is she irritated that I tricked Ron or that I tricked her?" he asked.

"Ron, she says, but you know how Hermione is," she replied. "Honestly, I can't believe she thought you actually did it."

"You don't think I would have?" he asked.

"You have too much integrity to do something like that," she said.

"I really just needed Ron to believe he could do it. And he did," Harry said. He kissed her again and then brushed her hair back from her face and stared down at her lovely face. "I'm happy."

"I can tell," she chuckled.

"I mean it. It's just been a good day. Playing Quidditch again. Hearing you talk about Quidditch. Ron is living his best life over there. I irritated Hermione just the right amount," he said. "It's all good."

"I'm glad you had a good day," she said. "And for your part, you really played an excellent game. And you've managed to shape up a pretty kick-ass team."

"I'm glad you think so," he said.

"It's true. You're really at your best when you've got Quidditch going on," she said.

"You too," he said. "Usually only Ron puts up with you going on like you do, and today you had a captive audience."

"Yes, I'm sure I'm so attractive when I won't shut the fuck up about Quidditch," she said.

"You are though. You get so excited," he said. "Plus I know you've got a thing about Quidditch."

Rory's cheeks heated even as she rolled her eyes. "You think you're so funny."

"I think I'm right," he said, letting his hands travel down to her hips.

"I don't think Quidditch is the thing I like so much as I like you," she said.

"Did you have any predictions about today?" he asked.

Rory scoffed, leaning into him. "As I need to be a seer to know that you were going to lead your team to victory and that you'd find some not-so-deserted corner of the common room to kiss me in afterward."

Harry had more on his mind than just kissing her as it turned out.

"Want to hear something you didn't predict," he said, He kissed her cheek and then just behind her ear. He felt her shudder.

"That you were going to pretend there aren't 100 people in here who can very clearly see you trying to feel me up? No, I didn't predict that," she said. He kissed her neck and then grazed over the same spot with his teeth. She squirmed just a little in his grasp. He brought his lips to her ear and spoke quietly.

"Would you also be surprised if I pulled you up to my room, locked the door, and tried to make you come before anyone noticed we were gone?"

"Harry Potter!" Rory gasped as if she hadn't spoken similarly last night. "Honestly, no one would believe me if I told them you said things like that to me. That mouth of yours."

"If you want, I can show you what else my mouth can do," he said, his lips still on her neck. He remembered the two of them sitting in the Common Room last night and knew this would be the perfect opportunity to repay the favor. "I owe you from last night, remember."

"You're really twisting my arm," she said. She grabbed hold of his hands and kissed him. "Lead the way."

He pulled her away from the crowd and they dashed up to his room. After they entered the room he grabbed the tie hanging there. He hung it on the handle on the outside of the door and pushed it closed.

"And what's this for? You see the tie and don't come in unless you're expecting to get an eyeful or something?" she asked.

"Yes, actually," Harry said as he locked the door. "It was Seamus' idea. Probably be useful for all of us."

"Well, seeing as you're the only one regularly entertaining your girlfriend here, it seems a bit like a beacon to let everyone know you're probably getting me naked in here," she mused as she walked over to his bed.

"Maybe so," he said following behind her. She slid out of her shoes as she sat on the bed. "If it makes you feel better, I won't get you naked at all right now."

"I didn't say that," she said motioning him over. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He leaned down and kissed her. He grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

He was about to pull his own shirt off, but she stopped him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, just, don't laugh at me," she said, "but keep your jersey on."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, Rory."

"You said you wouldn't laugh," she said with a pout.

"Sorry," he replied kissing her. He grabbed her hips and started to tug her leggings down. "I'll make it up to you."

He thought he did an adequate following through on that, first by sliding his hand into her wet knickers and circling her clit until she was panting his name against his lips, over and over. He also kept his word about showing her what else his mouth was capable of doing. She knotted her fingers in his hair and moaned wordlessly as she came.

Harry was rock hard by now and despite her request, he pulled his jersey off and tossed it onto the bed. The cool air on his skin offered him only minimal relief. He took off his trousers and kicked them aside. His cock was already leaking precum and he'd made quite a mess in his pants. Only fair, he supposed. How often had he left her knickers a mess?

He tossed the underwear aside and turned his attention back to Rory. She'd scooted back on the bed slightly and was reclined back, resting on her elbows. She'd taken his discarded jersey and was now wearing it. She ran a hand back through her tousled hair and gave him a coquettish smile.

"How do I look?" she asked.

Harry didn't have words. Her form was lost beneath the too-big shirt. He could just make out her breast, rising and falling with each breath she took. He wanted to rip the shirt off her and run his mouth all over her body, and yet the shirt made her seem all the more enticing.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He claimed her mouth and kissed her deeply. She hooked a hand behind his neck and rocked her hips towards him. She teased the tip of his cock with her wet cunt and he trembled in response.

"You're wearing this after every match," he said pressing his lips against her neck.

"Only if you win," she said.

Not that Harry needed the extra motivation, but he was certain he was going to win every single match this season.

He guided himself into her and the feeling was electric. Rory's walls clenched around him and he could tell that she was tightly coiled, her body ready to snap loose at any moment. Each thrust into her elicited a moan that grew needier and needier each time. She moved her hips in time with his, the hand that was looped around his neck grasped him tightly and her other hand was wrapped in the sheets beside her.

Harry knew the moment she was coming. He could feel her pulsating around his cock before the rest of her body tensed and she swore into his chest. She clung to him for dear life as the rest of her body stilled as her climax rolled through her.

His movements slowed, just enough for her to catch her breath, but he didn't stop. His teeth raked over the skin of her neck and she let out a whimper.

"I don't think I can come again," she panted.

He whispered into her ear. "I'm not going to stop until you do."

He could feel her muscles clenching around him again already. She needed a little extra push to get her there. She was still riding high on one orgasm. It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge into another.

And Harry knew exactly how to get her there. All manner of thoughts had been flying through his head since she'd put that jersey on, but there was one that was sticking out in his mind. He grabbed hold of the hand that was grasping the sheets beside them, and he guided her hand between her legs.

She cried out a bit as their fingers grazed her swollen, sensitive clit.

"Do you like that?" he asked. She nodded, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. He went back to her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there, being to keep her hand between her legs. "I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you."

He thrusted deep into her as he spoke, emphasizing his words. She cried out again, but even now her fingers were moving of their own accord. Harry pulled his hand away and placed it back on her hips, so he was holding her with two hands again. With more control, he was able to slam into her harder and faster.

Rory's head fell back a bit as she worked herself. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly agape. Sweat covered her skin and his jersey clung to her. She looked incredible. She felt incredible. Harry was so close now, but he had to hold it together, he had to wait for her.

"Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come!" And then her words were gone. It was almost a scream that came out of her as she came. Her hand abandoned her clit and she held onto Harry like he might keep her from losing herself. But Harry would be no help at all. Any restraint he had at all was gone, slamming into her with abandon as he erupted inside of her. Rory cried out with each thrust and not even his kiss was enough to silence her.

When he finally slowed and then stopped, Rory was silent all but for the sound of her labored breathing. Harry was similarly mute.

Finally, Rory let her head fall forward against his chest.

"I'm certain my legs don't work anymore," she panted.

Harry managed a chuckle and then tilted her head upward so he could kiss her. Still inside of her as they came down from their respective highs.

"I'll walk for both of us," Harry said.

Rory's body trembled as he finally pulled out of her. She laid back on his bed, his shirt still damp and clinging to her like a second skin. If they both weren't completely spent, Harry would want to have her again. How did she make his dumb old jersey look so fucking sexy?

"You made a mess," he said, noticing that part of his bed was now drenched. If it weren't for magic, he'd be completely screwed.

"Don't make me come if you don't want a mess," she said, still lying back on his bed. She let out a slow deep breath. "Lovey, that was incredible."

He leaned down and kissed her again. "You're incredible."

"I love you," she said.

"I love you," he said. He stroked her cheek and kissed her again. "For the record, seeing you touch yourself in my jersey is going to live rent-free in my mind probably until I die."