Chapter 100

"Would you kiss my hand too?" asked George, batting his eyelashes at Harry.

Before Harry could come up with a suitable retort, both Angelina and Alicia smacked the two in the back of the head.

"Oh, stop it, you two," Alicia drawled as the twins held the back of their heads in mock pain. "Honestly, can't you troublemakers ever be serious for once in your life?"

"My dear Alicia, who do you think you're talking to?"

"Of course we can't be serious. How would we manage our mischief if we were?"

Alicia gave a heavy sigh, as if she had heard that response a thousand times. Considering how practiced the act of smacking Fred had been for her, Harry would not be surprised if she had.

The olive-skinned girl turned to him and smiled as she held out her hand. "Alicia Spinnet," she introduced as Harry kissed the back of her hand as he had Angelina's.

"Charmed," Harry replied with a charming smile. He then turned to the last female of their group, who looked like she was hiding out behind Angelina. "And you are?"

Katie Bell flushed slightly, before shaking her head and smiling at him as she daintily held out her hand.

"Katie Bell, pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," Harry returned with a smile as he repeated the gesture he had done for Angelina and Alicia. Katie blushed a bit and her smile seemed to widen.

Behind Harry, George leaned into Fred so he could whisper in his brother's ear.

"He's quite smooth, isn't he?"

"Indeed, I suspect we have a soon to be Casanova on our hands."

Harry felt like rolling his eyes as he heard the pair of troublemaker's words. Just because he was acting in the appropriate manner of an heir to an Ancient and Most Noble House did not mean he was some kind of womanizer. He was nothing like the fops Lisa always read about in those trashy romance novels of hers. Honestly, it was as if they two had never heard of pureblood etiquette.

Then again, knowing who they were and what family they were born into, maybe they hadn't.

"So you think you have what it takes to make seeker?"

All eyes turned from Harry to the person who spoke. Cormac McLaggen stood before the younger man, arms crossed and a sneer on his face.

"As I have already informed everyone multiple times, I'll let my skills speak for themselves once I'm on a broom," Harry told the boy coolly. He knew very little about McLaggen, and what little he did know was from what he had observed thus far in the common room. Cormac was a braggart, pure and simple. He may have talent, but the fact that he would often brag about his own prodigious skills while showing none of them simply rubbed Harry the wrong way.

McLaggen grunted as he uncrossed his arms.

"We'll see if you can keep that confidence when the try-outs start."

As if summoned by the word 'try-outs,' the Quidditch team captain stalked onto the field, a broom slung over his shoulder and a heavy looking chest in one hand.

Captain Oliver Wood was a rather burly fifth year student with brown hair and eyes, and was of broad shoulders and chest. He was very tall, standing head and shoulders taller than Harry, and was one of those few wizards who actually looked like he exercised extensively. He had a very commanding presence about him, and there was a maniacal looking gleam in his eyes that several of the people there (Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George) shuddered at when they saw it.

"Alright you lot!" Oliver started as soon as he was on the pitch. "Try outs are starting now. Those who are trying out for the Beater position move over to the left side of the pitch. Chasers front and center, and Seekers over to the right."

Clearly, this was a man who had no desire for inane pleasantries or long-winded speeches. He was all business.

While Fred and George walked over to the left side of the pitch with Jason Swann, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Carl Hopkins, and David Norton stayed where they were. Cormac McLaggen was the only other person besides Harry himself who walked over to the right where the Seekers were supposed to be.

"Oi! What's a firsty doing here?"

Harry turned at Oliver's shout and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm here to try-out," he informed the much older boy. Oliver frowned.

"First years aren't allowed on the teams. Sorry gent, but you'll have to leave. You can always try for a position next year."

Harry ignored the grins he was getting from Fred and George, as well as smug look he got from McLaggen and stared at the burly teen in front of him.

"Actually, there is no rule that says a first year can't be on the team," he corrected, causing Oliver to blink. "It only states that first years aren't allowed to bring their own brooms. People just assume a first year can't make the team because of it."

"Whatever the case is, I still can't let you on the team," Oliver said. "Not being allowed to bring your own broom is just as bad as not being allowed on the team. I don't know if you noticed, but the school brooms are the biggest pieces of shite I've ever seen. You're as likely to get killed trying to fly one as you are to stay in the air."

"Ah, but what if I told you that I have a sure fire plan that will allow me to use an extremely good broom without breaking any school rules?" asked Harry, smiling as he saw Oliver look at him like he had grown a second head.

"How can you use your own broom if you can't even bring it to school?"

"You let me worry about that," Harry told him. When he saw the Quidditch captain was not convinced he said, "let's just say I have a full proof plan that will allow me to use my broom without repercussions and leave it at that. All I'm asking for is the chance to get on the team. Let me try-out. If I'm not good enough than there's no harm done, right?" He could see Oliver was on the fence, and decided that one more push was needed. "Besides, if I can beat McLaggen over here using one of the school brooms, imagine what I could do on a broom that doesn't have the potential to be fatal every time you ride it."

That seemed to settle things for Oliver.

"Alright, you can try out," he told him reluctantly. "But if I don't think you've got what it takes, it's off the pitch with you. Got it?"

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