Harry had thought about lingering downstairs in the common room for Remus, but Dean tugged him along with Seamus and Neville out the portrait hole. “C’mon Harry! We may not be able to fly, but we have enough for a two on two football game, at least! It’s too nice to be inside still!”
Caught up in his enthusiasm, the raven haired teen gamely followed his friend outside, chattering all the way about the Muggle game, his favorite teams, the rules, and his expectations for the upcoming season. Since Dean had managed to pull Seamus and Neville into a few games already, he put Harry on his team as the novice, and left the other two fend for themselves.
Harry found that his hand eye coordination was excellent when it came to spotting and catching the Snitch, but his eye foot coordination wasn’t nearly as good. This evened things out nicely, as Neville was still Neville, be it on the ground or in the air, while Seamus was a decent match for his best friend.
They burst into the Great Hall a couple of hours later, winded, exuberant, and starving. Harry slid into his seat next to Hermione, his greeting barely out of his mouth before he was piling his plate high with food. She eyed him, but wisely said nothing, content to simply enjoy the happy chaos and chatter of her Housemates.
Ron was asleep when Harry returned to the dorm, presumably; his drapes were closed, and he hadn’t showed for dinner. It was unlike lanky redhead to miss a meal under any circumstances, but he didn’t respond when Harry said his name, so he shrugged and climbed into his own bed. Whatever the redhead’s problem was, he wasn’t going to let it ruin his surprisingly good day. He was soon fast asleep, and dreamed no dreams.
The next day was the last day of term, and a free day for all who didn’t have last minute tasks to complete. Harry was up early, dressed in his Quidditch gear, and clattered down the stairs to the common room, jumping the last couple of stairs. Hermione was already there, waiting.
“Figured you’d be down here early. You escape to the pitch, and I’ll corral the others and send them your way in a few minutes.” She greeted him.
“Thanks, Hermione! You’re the best!” He exclaimed in pleased surprise, catching her in a quick hug before disappearing out the portrait hole.
She rolled her eyes affectionately, curling up once more with her book and waiting for the telltale sound of the other boys trampling down the staircase. Sure enough, about twenty minutes after Harry left Dean emerged, still looking tousled and sleepy.
“Harry’s already out on the pitch with the Firebolt.” She said before he could speak. “If you hurry, you’ll beat the others and can get first shot when he’s done.” Ron and Seamus clambered down the stairs in time to hear her. “Or not.” She added with a smirk.
The three boys looked at each other and took off running, shoving each other to get out of the portrait hole first. She followed at a more leisurely pace, taking the time to bundle up.
Harry had indeed gone straight to the pitch, so she settled into the stands to watch as he played a bit more, curving and swooping and diving, before reluctantly landing and handing the broom off to Ron. She watched him stride towards her, silently taking a purely female moment to appreciate the sight. Harry Potter in his Quidditch gear was enough to make any girl’s heart flutter a bit, even his best friend’s.