"No," Harry spat, more sharply than he intended. "It’s the last match of the season, before the summer break. There’s no time to postpone it. Exams are next week, no one will accept..." he took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. "We need someone, anyone. We can’t lose the match without even playing it. If we pull out, they’ll give the Cup to Slytherin... We can’t lose to them. I refuse to give Malfoy the win without even fighting," he added, almost unhinged.