Since their first potion class with Amortentia, there hasn't been a day when Bright hadn't teased Win and vice versa.

Both would subtly bicker and tease each other at the potion classes, Care of Magical Creature classes, and Defence against dark arts classes.

Harry, Hermoine, and Ron knew perfectly well that something was going on between the two. When they would question Win, he'd simply answer, "couple, my ass. I still hate him."

And then he would look down blushing red and look up again, "well, Bright isn't that bad, you know" and the trio would just nod their heads understanding what they had to understand.

(A/N: *winks*)

Soon it was the quidditch season and Win and Harry had to start simultaneous practices at the quidditch field and then had to run back to the castle and revising for their midterms.

The September rains made it too difficult to practice but their captain Wood wrote down strategies after strategies to ace at the game and called many practices each day.

Their first match was with Slytherin, Wood had announced them on a rainy Sunday before their practice. And as if to give the sentence some dramatic poignancy, a clap of thunder was heard at the distance.

Bright started sending a tawny owl every night with letters and Win started replying to it almost immediately. They kept talking in the same way, none of them willing to stop. ("I feel good when I talk to him", Win had reasoned out to Harry on one morning.)

"I think he is trying to cut off your concentration from the game, by keeping you indulged in this whole thing", Hermoine grumbled a week before the game.

"Exactly, Win! I don't think he meant well. I mean he hated you, didn't he? Then why did he suddenly started the 'friendly' behavior?" Ron nodded before entering the conversation.

"I don't think so, Ron", Harry said," I think, Bright likes you Win. I haven't seen any double emotions in Bright's eyes when he's talking to our Bunny."

Win's stomach somersaulted," Bright did say, he enjoys talking with me. Plus, he's a half-blood, just like me. He's really interesting!"

(A/N: half-blood means the wizard or the witch whose one of the parents is not a magic folk and the other is either a wizard or a witch.)

"What is he doing with Malfoy, if he's a half-blood?" Ron asked.

"His father works with Malfoy's father at the ministry that makes them friends", Win answered.

"Ron, Malfoy will talk to anyone as long as their parents work with his father and is either rich or famous! That bastard he is!" Harry said.

"But still, I don't think Bright is a person you want to tangle your life with, Win", Hermoine said rubbing her chin, "at least until the game with Slytherin ends".

"And did you forget how he pushed on the platform three years ago?" Ron asked plopping in different flavored beans.

(A/N: a popular snack in the wizarding world)

Win nodded hesitantly, before leaning against the backrest and closing his eyes.

The week before the game, Win did some extra practice with Fred and sometimes Bright (well, he offered help himself) because he wasn't sure if he could accurately beat the Bludgers in the heavy downpour.

He ditched classes and took the notes at night from Hermoine. He often skipped sleep finishing his homework for the next day and would talk to Bright via owls.

(A/N: Communication in the wizarding world is done by sending letters via owls)

The day before the game Win felt extreme fatigue and probably had a fever for staying in the rain for too long. He laid on the bed listening to Hermoine panicking for him, saying "I knew it, I knew it! You boys are all dumbheads".

Harry and Ron, however, arranged some pills from Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing after getting some earful from her.

Win stubbornly walked towards the hall, stumbling occasionally in dizziness, having Ron support him throughout and Harry and Hermione planned out their revision routines.

As soon as they entered the hall for breakfast, Bright approached them with a concerned face.

"Is he alright?" Bright sat on the space beside Win, "Are you alright, Win?"

"If you call having 105°F body temperature, alright, then he's alright, don't worry!" Hermoine scrowled.

"Geez, Hermoine" Ron whispered asking her to stop.

"Bright, I am alright. You go back to your table", Win managed to spurt out, while holding his head in his hands.

"But, Win-"

"Bright", Harry started," look, we don't know why suddenly you started to be friendly with our friend here, and we have no objection to it, either. But I just want to let you know, if you're trying to hurt him as you did in the past, well, at least I will make you pay for that", Harry said in a threatening tone.

"I am sorry about what happened in the past, but I don't hate him now", Bright explained as Win looked at him, surprised.

"Then whatever the reason is, keep it to yourself, for now, you should remember what I said instead", Harry said again, straightening his glasses.

"Alright", he turned to look at Win for the last time before saying, "Get well soon, Win". With that, he walked away to his table.

Win was able to walk straight the next day, albeit the dizziness remained behind making him feel weak to the bones.

He sat there on the great hall for breakfast looking at the lively tables of Gryffindor and Slytherin, chatting and betting upon who's gonna win.

Win couldn't feel any confidence in him. What if they lose the match? That'll be a hazard if he's the reason behind it.

He was very nervous and his stomach somersaulted thinking about the game. If somehow the Bludger hit his face, the consequences might be a real disaster. The things Fred and George read him out from the 'Quidditch throughout the ages' about 'what happens when the Bludger hits a player' floats in his mind making him feeling the worse.

"You need to replenish, Win, eat up", Harry nudged him.

"I don't think it'll be alright to let him play. I mean, look at him... He looks sick", Hermoine pointed out patting Win's back a bit.

"It'll be alright, Win! You're gonna live up to your name, don't worry, mate!" Ron tried to cheer him up.

"Win", it was Alicia Spinnet, the Gryffindor Chaser, "can you play? You look sick", she then turned to Harry," We can ask for George to play in his place".

"No no, I am alright", Win replied, more to himself. He picked up the goblet of water and drank it up.

"Here have some toasts and sausages", Hermoine passed him a plate.

"Thanks, 'Moine" Win took two bites. He feels so uncomfortable to eat, good God!

They left the hall after waving a hand at Hagrid, sitting on the teacher's table.

"Win".

Win was shocked at the voice. He was supposed to be the last one in the Gryffindor changing room.

It was Bright.

"Oh, Bright. It's you", he let out a breath.

"How are you? Have you eaten anything?"

"N- yes, yes I did", he couldn't possibly tell him that he couldn't eat anything.

"Liar! Harry told me you ate two bites of toast."

"Technically, I didn't lie"

"And technically, that's doesn't mean you have eaten and is completely replenished." He reasoned out.

"What is it to do with you?" Win said, immediately regretting it.

"What do you mean? I thought we were friends... I brought you a sandwich actually," Bright said. He looked hurt at Win's words.

"I didn't mean it that way... Wha-what are you doing in Gryffindor changing room?!" Win shrieked.

"I sneaked in to bring these to you", he kept two sandwiches on the bench," make sure you eat them before the match".

"But still... what if someone finds you, they might think you're here to bribe us to lose the game", Win said.

Bright looked at Win, dazed at how beautiful he looked in that red and gold robes.

"Are you listening?!" Win asked, raising his voice a bit.

"Ah, yeah", his cheeks warmed up," make sure you eat them and best of luck for the game", with that he ran away from the place.

Win picked the sandwiches up in his hand. A smile involuntarily crept on his face.

"Looks like lover boy was here", a familiar voice snapped his attention from the sandwiches to the door.

"Harry, you-" then it clicked him. That's right. Harry must know he was here.

"Go on eat them up. Fifteen minutes till the prep talk starts" he said and walked away with a smirk.

Win blushed even more.

It was raining again and Win clutched his CleanSweeps 7 in his hands firmly and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Kill

(A/N: a broomstick brand)

Harry was there sweeping a speck of imaginary dust from his broomstick, Firebolt, the one given to him by his Godfather.

(A/N: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban reference)

The uproar of the thunder in the clouds didn't stop the people from the houses to crowd upon the raised platforms, cheering their hearts out and the microphone began to boom with the voice of Lee Jordan, one of the friends of the Weasley twins, announcing the game. Win could see Ron and Hermione among the crowd. Hermione was with her pet cat, Crookshanks, waving his paw in the air with a chuckle as Ron glared at her.

Their Quidditch referee, Madam Hooch, entered the field and asked the player to enter.

Oliver gave a final word of encouragement before walking in the field standing on the right side in a line.

The cold, heavy drops fell on Win, making him shiver. He closed his eyes for a few moments, before opening them and meeting the eyes of a very rain-drenched Bright (he looked hot, nonetheless).

The captains from both the teams shook their hands signaling the team to do the same.

Bright clutched Win's hands firmly, shooting sparks down Win's spine at the contact.
"You can do it, Win", he mumbled, loud enough for both of them to hear.

Win just nodded his head before same the same to him with a smile.

"Now, I will expect a clean and fair game from you all", Madam Hooch whistled signaling the teams to fly in the air already.
All the players mounted on their brooms and kicked the ground goodbye.

She then released the snitch and the Bludger in the sky and threw the Quaffle with a force and mounted on her broom as well blew the whistle, starting the game.

The more Win soared up the more heavy and cold the raindrops were.
"Don't worry, Win. I will take off the Bludgers most of the time, you just hit it when you feel comfortable, okay?" Fred shouted, flying out of his original position and hit the Bludger straight towards a Slytherin Beater.

"Alright, Fred", Win said flying a bit farther from another flying Bludger and then beating it with his bat.

He felt dizzy and somehow he felt he couldn't last up till the end.

His lack of strength made him close his eyes and tried not to look at the world circling him.

He forced open his eyes, watching Harry working his way towards Malfoy and Alicia Spinnet chasing towards the goal post with a Quaffle.

Win soared down towards the Bludger and hit it with his force towards a Slytherin chaser, knocking her off the broom.

What the hell!

"Well done mate", Fred grinned and threw a thumbs up at him.

And before Win could force a grin back, a Bludger hit his shoulder, making him shoot back with a force.

He hit the wall and kicked it again before composing himself. His vision was dizzy and his head hurts. But his shoulder hurts even more.

He shook away the thoughts of pain, before flying his way towards a Buldger and hitting it with his bat in his left hand.

He could hardly see anything right now and his head was killing him.

He looked up and saw a Bludger flying towards Harry and he soar up, before hitting it with all his strength, or that was what he thought.

In reality, it hit his head and knocked him out of his broom, senseless.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team was in the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was complaining nonstop about how they barged into the room covered in mud.

Win opened his eyes, to find Fred, Hermione, Ron, and Harry all looking at him.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione", Win smiled and tried to sit.

"Easy there, mate", Ron pulled him up.

"So did we win the match?" Win asked.

"You got hit by a whole ass Bludger and all you wanna ask about is this?!" George asked.

"We thought, you're gonna ask about how many fractures did you develop", Fred said chuckling at the thought.

"Stop it you two", Alicia snapped.

"Win, we did win the match. Harry got hold of the snitch right when you fell", Hermione said, holding his hand.

"Really?!" Win beamed at them, "Blimey, thank you so much, Harry! I was scared."

"Stop it, Win. Now take a rest, will you?" Fred said and all of them joined him with a hum.

"Alright, alright, enough now! These many people cannot stay in the hospital wing! Out out!" Madam Pomfrey pushed them outside.

They all said 'goodbye' in unison leaving behind Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

"You feeling alright, Win?" Harry asked, sitting on the stool beside the bed.

"I am. Thank you", he smiled.

"We were so scared when you fell down the broom, like Harry did last year", Ron said, his face contouring into a scared expression as if reminiscing it again.

"And Dumbledore had to charm you to fall in slow motion just like he did for Harry", Hermione said.

"And he was grumbling on why did they let you play in this condition", Ron said, rubbing his arms.

They went on explaining everything.

"You know, there was something odd as well", Hermione started.

"What?" Win asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Bright. He was behaving like a mad man. He indulged in a fight with Slytherin Quidditch captain because he didn't let him come to you", Hermione said.

"My my, someone was so in love", Harry teased Win.

And as usual, Win blushed.

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