A/n: Long time no post huh? Anyways, here's one for you; it's Hermione x Cho~! I'm pretty content with this one, but I think the chars are a bit OOC. Will be better the next chapters, I hope. Uhm, so this is the first chapter, and there will be more ^^ So keep an eye out for them. I do not own the Harry Potter series or the characters used.

~Chapter one - Quidditch~

The fierce wind blew my hair backwards as I climbed higher. My knuckles were white from holding my broom so tightly, and the leather of the gloves I was wearing was slowly and painfully cutting into my skin. The chill winter air didn't make it any better, I couldn't feel my fingers anymore- or my toes for that matter and the cold was stinging everywhere it could. I suddenly cut off my flight and watched the crowd. Then I spotted her; her brown curls dangling on either sides of her face. She had her scarlet-gold Gryffindor scarf on, pulled tightly around her neck. Her cheeks were red from the cold wind and so was the tip of her nose. I know she isn't too fond of Quidditch, she's just here because Harry wants to see me. Nontheless the sight of her made my heart sway, and I completely forgot my surroundings.

'And Slytherin scores another!'

Oh yeah, Quidditch. If we were intending to win this match I'd better get serious and try to capture that damned Snitch again in stead of staring at her.

I steadied my broom and scanned the field, the air. Not the slightest glimpse of gold. I spurted forward, to the other side of the field. I lead my broom around the opponent's goals, and lowered to a point where my feet almost touched the stiff, frozen grass. As I let my eyes flow over the field yet again, they wandered off- on their on accord, to the petite brunette sitting on the high, wooden stand. She looked so cute with her red cheeks that I smiled involuntarily.

'Yet again, 10 points for Slytherin!'

I was taken back to reality and I glanced up to the darkgreen colored players, who were punching their fists up in the air, roaring loudly. I casted a quick glance to the scoreboard; Slytherin 80, Ravenclaw 60. C'mon girl, get your mind straight and win this!

Then, a faint glisten of gold, on my left side. My stomach lurched with nerves as I set in a sprint to follow it, my eyes not leaving the small orb.

'Seems like Cho has her eyes on something!'

Goddamn it Lee, can't you just shut up for a moment?
As I made a sudden turn, I saw the Slytherin Seeker right behind me, a grin on his face. I grimaced and pressed my body closer to my broom, which gained speed almost instantly. The little golden ball made another sharp turn, which I followed. The opponent's Seeker however, had to stop and turn to continue, making it only easier for me. The golden orb rushed upwards and so did I. It stopped, as if to see where it wanted to go to. I reached out, but my frozen fingers couldn't bend, and the smooth surfaced ball escaped.

'Cho, watch it!'

I turned my head to the source of the voice.
A Bludger was making it's way to me- fast. My heart missed a beat as I ducked, clinging onto my broom. I spun around, hanging upside down whilst the Bludger roared past me, nearly knocking me off my broom. Just a few feet further in it's flight it was beaten back by one of the blue-robed Beaters. I spun around again and smiled at the teammate who warned me, just in time. I tried to recover as quick as possible, searching for the green-robed Seeker, which wasn't too far away.

With the adrenaline rushing through my veins from the near collision I quickly catched up with the opponent, who was still following the Snitch. He glanced over his shoulder and gritted his teeth. I spurted forward, passing the dumbfounded Seeker. Pressing myself back onto my broom to gain speed, the golden ball flew upwards. I quickly hoisted my broom to go upwards, my gaze concentrated on the small orb.

When it had reached enough hight it dived, to none of my surprise, steeply to the ground. I grinned to myself; diving was one of the things in Quidditch I liked most, even though with the risks involved. I pressed myself even closer to my broom, the wind whizzed in my ears, blocking out the cheers from the crowd. My vision became blurry; my eyes were watering. I should've worn goggles. The grass, now nothing more than a green blur, came closer. I heard Lee yell something through his microphone, only faintly.

I think I reacted faster than the small golden ball. Before it had stopped it's dive, I already did, now flying horizontally at a topspeed. As the Snitch now cut off it's dive, it was mere inches away from me, I could see it's thin wings and glimmering surface, hear it's dim buzzing. I streched my arm, reaching out. My fingers enclosed around the cold metal. Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Cheers and roars came from everywhere, my teammates flew around me, patting my shoulder, yelling at me, smiling. With a grin on my face I lifted my arm and held the Snitch high, triumphantly. The Ravenclaws on the tribunes bursted out in a loud cheer. I glanced at the tribune were the bushy-haired Gryffindor stood, her eyes focussed on me, smiling broadly. The euphoria I felt had nothing to do with the fact that I captured the Snitch.

Me and my teammates lowered to the ground. It felt weird to touch the ground again and to walk instead of flying, but that didn't last long as I was hoisted up on the shoulders of my mates, they were shouting my name, and singing songs. I joined them as they carried me to the changingroom. The boys lowered me to my feet and left me alone in the cold and dark room. I switched on the light, undid myself from the sweaty Quidditch equipment and stepped gladly under the shower. I let the hot water soothe my muscles and warm my body up. Carefully, I examined, one of the many, bruises I'd gotten throughout the match; about five blue spots. The one on my right leg was the worst, it had an dark blue, almost purple, color and it was extremely painful at touch. Stupid Bludgers. Usually when I'm bruised like this, my teammates advice me to go to Miss Pomfrey, but I never do. I don't know why, but I think it gives character, shows how much you're putting into the game- shows guts. Then they say I'm nuts. I wonder what she'll think about it; I mean, if she wanted me to heal them, I would. For her I'd do everything.

I put on my casual clothes; dark jeans and a warm sweater and walked out of the dampy room, out of the corridor and through the door that led outside, my broom in my hands. Fresh, cold air reached my lungs as I inhaled deeply. The gravel crackled as I walked over the path to the broomcloset. I turned around one of the massive wooden pillars which held the tribune standing. The girl that stood there caught me off-guard and my heart jumped up.

'Nice game, Cho,' she said, smiling warmly, though I could see it was feigned.

I quickly took in her beautiful appearance. She was dressed in her casual clothes, for it was weekend. Black jeans, a brown, woolen sweater and her scarlet-gold Gryffindor scarf. Her curly hair was a bit dishevelled by the wind, but still as cute as ever. I had a hard time focussing on the conversation, as I was immediatly lost in her golden brown pools that they call eyes.

'Er, thanks,' I replied smiling back, wondering what she was doing here; was she waiting for me?

I walked past her, stuck the key in the door and turned it, opening the heavy wooden door. She watched me as I set my broom on it's place and closed the door again. I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the nerves that suddenly overtook me. I'd never been alone with her.

'You seemed a bit distracted though,' she said, as if the silence was never there. Thinking for a decent answer, I turned to her, the door clicking shut behind me.

'Well, er,' the words didn't came. The look in her eyes, those brown glinting orbs, made my thoughts go blank and made my stomach knot together. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a frown, which was oh-so cute. Focus Cho. Don't screw this up.

All of a sudden my brain cleared. Just do it. Tell her.

'I saw you looking you know,' she continued, stepping towards me, one of her thick eyebrows raised. She was now so close that I could see the freckles that adorned her face and my heartbeat increased fast. I could smell her scent; fresh and sweet, like I'd imagined it would be, but even better than I could've ever hoped.

'Harry thought you were looking at him, but you weren't, now were you?'

My brain didn't react quite as fast as my body. Without any warning, I grabbed her wrists, pushed her, maybe a bit too forceful, against the pillar and kissed her. My heart was beating against my chest, I felt dizzy from the heat that overwhelmed me and a blush crept up to my cheeks. At first she struggled to get out of my grip, but that was only a mere second for I broke the kiss quickly. I couldn't risk any mistakes. If this was not the biggest one I ever made, for that matter. When I pulled back, the cute red colour on her cheeks wasn't just the cold. Neither was mine. My heart was racing in it's chest, my breathing was heavy and the adrenaline rushed through my blood. She tastes sweet.

'I can't get you off my mind,' I panted, breathless for some reason, still pinning her against the pillar. Her eyes stared into mine, piercing through, and I thought she was going to burst out in tears any second. She seemed to process what just happened, her mouth half open, ready to speak. But no words came.

All of a sudden, she leaned forward and kissed me back. My stomach gave a pleasant lurch as I cupped her cheeks, which were emitting heat. I felt her hands over my sweater, then under, roaming across my bare back. The sensation of her bare skin against mine sent shivers down my spine and I can't even describe how I felt. I entangled my fingers in her hair and hand was fondling one of her buttocks. Hold back now, don't you do anything stupid Cho. So, I broke the kiss- reluctantly, and gazed into the deep, chestnut brown eyes of Hermione.

It didn't seem like I made a mistake then.