The wind whipped their hair, and the nervous players stared at Harry from the bench, as he shivers, tugging his Quidditch robes tightly around himself.

"Alright, this is the last game of the year." Harry says to them, and a few of them nod. "And this is the last Quidditch that I, as well as some of you, will ever play at Hogwarts." He looks at them, and those who would be graduating with him- George, Ron, Ginny, they all looked as down as he felt. "So we're going to make it count. I'm trying to find the snitch as quick as possible, because we are playing Slytherin, and they- though I hate to admit it- aren't bad at Quidditch. So try your hardest, and play your hardest, because as soon as the snitch is in my fingers, the game is over, and we're done playing for Gryffindor."

George raises his hand and Harry half smiles. "Yes George?"

"Can I go say goodbye to my girlfriend? Because your speech made me feel like I was going off to my death bed-" He earns a clean punch to his shoulder by Ginny, and he rubs his arm. "Merlin Ginny, that hurt."

"Good." Ginny said. "That's what it was supposed to do."

Harry thinks about how he had walked down to the changing rooms with Hermione, and how the way she had said good luck to him still gave him butterflies.

"So," She had said, stopping in front of the door and zipping up her jacket. It was still a little chilly out, since it was the end of March, but not yet warm enough to walk around with no jacket- especially not today. "I want you to go out there, play hard, and win like you always do."

"Like I always do?" He says, looking into her eyes.

"Yes." She grabs onto his hands, which he had just removed from his toasty pockets, and he's shocked by how cold her hands are.

"You know what this reminds me of?" Harry asks her, and she shrugs.

Hermione pinches her lips. "Probably multiple things, but what in particular?"

"When I was getting ready to fight a dragon in the Triwizard Tournament and you came up to talk to me before the match. He smiles, swinging their hands. "You gave me a pep talk and then hugged me. After that I was sold."

Hermione laughs. "As if- you liked Cho then, remember?"

"But had I liked you then, a simple hello from you would've made me feel strong enough to do anything."

"Really?"

He nods, and rubs his fingers over her hands, still stunned at how cold they were. "Merlin, Hermione, your hands are freezing." He says, taking a pair of red knit gloves out of his pocket and slipping them onto her fingers. "They're nearly as cold as Voldemort's heart."

Hermione grins, nodding in pride. "Ooo, nice one."

He sighs, still looking at her. "I can't believe that it this is the last time I'll ever play Quidditch for Gryffindor."

She places a gloved hand up to his cheek, and he closes his eyes at her touch. "It's okay. Maybe after we get settled into our house, and we get all handled, you can try out for a Quidditch team. Maybe Ireland."

He shakes his head. "With Teddy? No way can I do that. It's too much responsibility. Face it Mione, the world is forcing us to grow up."

"Hey, hey, hey now. No one said that we have to grow up." She stares at his face. "Look at me Harry, please."

He does.

"Just because we have a few more things that we're in charge of does not mean we can't be young- we're only nineteen."

"Eighteen." He corrects her, for he had yet to turn the big one-nine.

She shakes her head. "All the more to prove my point- we don't have to grow up, not just yet, and maybe not ever. We can still be kids- just kids with a little more responsibility. And you will play Quidditch somehow after we graduate, I'll make sure of it."

He presses his forehead against hers, and stops looking at her eyes, and instead looks down at her hands, and he takes them in his own. "Did I ever tell you how much I loved you?"

"I believe only recently have we said we reached past the liking zone and into the love part." She whispers, for he was so close to her that there was no reason to speak any louder. "So you've probably only said it once or twice."

He grins and spins her around, dipping her down and making her laugh. "My bad darling." He says in a joking tone, and she grins. "I love you. More than you could ever imagine."

He pulls her back to her feet, and she smiles, giving a small sigh. "I love you too. You best get going- or you'll be late."

He glances at the changing rooms, reluctant to leave her. "Yeah. Right."

"Good luck, Harry." She gives him a swift kiss on the cheek. "I'm rooting for you."

~~~~~

"ENTERING THE FIELD NOW IS THE SLYTHERIN TEAM- PARDINGTON, MALFOY, GOYLE, OLIVERS, PHILIPS, CHRISTIANO AND DANIELS! AND HERE COME THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM, THE ONES YOU REALLY WANTER TO SEE- OUCH PROFESSOR- WEASLEY, WEASLEY, WEASLEY, POTTER, SPINNET, FINNEGAN AND JHONSON! FINE PLAYERS THAT TEAM-"

They all stop in front of Madam Hooch, who has a whistle dangling around her neck and the chest of balls sitting in front of her. "Now, as always, I want a nice clean game- no rule breaking, and I'm not in the mood for calling penalties so if you make me-"

"AND LOOK AT THAT FOLKS MADAM HOOCH IS ALREADY TELLING OFF THE PLAYERS BEFOREHAND, MY GOODNESS THAT'S UNCALLED FOR-" Lee shouts into the microphone, and then McGonagall's voice is heard faintly.

"JORDAN IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP-"

Madam Hooch turns to Lee, makes a rude gesture with her hand that makes everyone laugh and also catches everyone by surprise, and then turns back to them. "Captains, shake hands."

Harry shakes hands with Malfoy, the Slytherin team captain, and then mounts his broom. Hooch releases the snitch and lets it fly a good distance before shouting "On my count- one, two THREE!"

"THE QUAFFLE HAS BEEN RELEASED AND THE PLAYERS ARE IN THE AIR. LETS TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE ALL OF THE EFFORT THAT HARRY POTTER HAS PUT INTO NOT ONLY THE GAME AND THE TEAM. I JUST FELT IT WAS FAIR TO POINT THAT OUT AS THIS IS HIS FINAL GAME PLAYING FOR US. CRUSH 'EM POTTER!"

Harry grins to himself at Lee's commentary and then loops around the stadium in search for the snitch. He finds himself checking the area where Hermione sits, cheering him on, for the snitch multiple times, which is funny because it clearly wasn't over there. He turns to face the other way, and for a moment he considers doing a Wronski Feint to fool Malfoy, who was watching closely not far away. He decides against it.

Circling the stadium, he looks up to see a Bludger soaring at his head, and is a mere three feet from his face when suddenly, a bat comes in and smacks the Bludger straight towards Pansy, who drops the Quaffle in her urge to speed away from it. Ginny catches it beneath her, and zooms to the other end of the field. Harry watches as she pretends to throw it into the middle post, but just as the Keeper dives, she throws it into the right post. The crowd erupts into cheers and Harry glances up to see that they were fifty points ahead, and Ron hadn't let in a single ball yet.

"AND ANOTHER EXCELLENT GOAL MADE BY GRYFFINDOR PLAYER GINNY WEASLEY- THAT PUTS GRYFFINDOR EVEN FURTHER IN THE LEAD, WITH A SIXTY TO NOTHING HEAD! THIS GAME IS GOING MARVELOUSLY WELL, AND I CAN SAY WITH CONFIDENCE THAT GRYFFINDOR HAS THE QUIDDITCH CUP IN THE BAG- Sorry Professor. Yes I'll stop favoring my team. Yes. No, I promise I'll stop. See, watch- THIS GAME IS ANTICIPATING- SUCH GREAT TALENT ON BOTH TEAMS.... I'M GETTING ANXIETY- EITHER MY PITS ARE SWEATY OR SOMEONE SPRITZED SOME WATER UP IN THERE BECAUSE THIS GAME HAS GOT ME WRECKED."

"No need for sarcasm, Jordan." McGonagall's voice says.

"Sarcasm? That was hardly- GET 'EM ANGELINA! CATCH UP TO 'EM YOU CAN DO IT LET'S GO GRYFFINDOR LET'S GO-"

Soon players in green robes are rushing past him and straight at Ron, who stares at them, readying himself for their throw. Olivers throws the Quaffle to the left post, which Ron was farthest from, and Ron lunges, his butt coming off the broom just as the Quaffle falls into his grip. He grabs wildly onto his broom, tossing the Quaffle to Alicia who proceeds to make yet another goal.

And then Harry spots a glint of gold down towards the ground, and a flutter of movement later he has his eyes on the snitch. He zips down towards the ground, Malfoy hot on his tail, so close that he could grab onto Harry's broom if he wanted, which he had done before.

Harry goes faster and faster, leaning even farther forwards, and with a sudden burst of speed, his fingers close around the snitch's cold metal. He grins in triumph and soars up into the air, raising his hand in triumph.

"AND HARRY POTTER HAS GOTTEN THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS 210-0!" Lee shouts over the microphone, and Harry does a victory lap, giving high fives to the bottom row on the Gryffindor side, slowing down a lot so that when he reaches Hermione, he can grip her hand for one extra second before he releases her and moves forward.

He lands onto the ground and high fives his team as well, nearly crying. Quidditch had been such a big part of him, and now it was gone. Hermione had said that they would find a way for him to continue for Quidditch, but the fact was, he could never play for Gryffindor again. The team and staff even decided to give Harry the Gryffindor Quidditch Champions Cup, which he takes with such an enormous amount of pride that it's overwhelming. He did it. He played for Gryffindor.

He did it.

"HARRY!" Hermione shouts his name and he breaks away from the crowd of cheering people and runs towards her, lifting her up off of her feet and hugging her when she reaches him.

"We won Hermione! We did it!" He yells into her hair and she hugs him back just as tightly.

"I know! You did great, Harry." He set her back to the ground, smiling and looking into her eyes, and then a hand claps onto his shoulder, making him turn around.

Ron's voice holds mock hurt. "What about me? Didn't I do good? Not a single ball got past me, Hermione, not a single one!"

Hermione smiles, shaking her head. "Yes Ron, you did fabulous."

Ron shrugs. "I know. Just kidding Hermione- thank you." He turns to the crowd of people. "THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION! TO THE COMMON ROOM!"

And they all march to the common room where there is promise of food, laughing, joking, and a happy time to celebrate the Gryffindor team's glorious victory.

Hey now hey now-girl I like the way you bring that back-Hey now hey- Sorry. I just typed the word 'hey' and that song popped into my head.

There's only one thing that I would like to say today and that one thing is--------

I have recently started a book and it's called 'The Last Flame'. It is not a fanfiction and is in fact entirely my own, and I would love love love it if you guys read it. Pretty please? Honestly it would make my day, though there are only two parts right now. Just add it to your reading list or something and I'll be happy XD

But that's it. I hope ya'll liked this chapter.

Pleasant fishermen,

Magisky