No matter how many time I wish upon a star, the fact remains. I sadly do not own Harry Potter, but I'd love to take the twins home. (;
Thanks for reading! It'd make this silly ginger deliriously happy if you could review. - Bay
Hermione sighed as she watched the opposing team's beater bat a bludger at an unsuspecting chaser and winced as the bludger connected with a crack and a yell of pain to the chaser's left shoulder.
Completely barbaric, she thought as she watched one very harassed looking medi-witch snap the man's shoulder back into place. She scowled at the die hard fans in the stands below her as they smacked high fives when the chaser made his way back into the sky and the game resumed.
It's no secret; Hermione Granger hates quidditch. She'd much rather be curled up on the couch in their flat with a good book, but no she was here watching this barbaric game with about as much enthusiasm as Harry when Ginny screams at him to rub her feet.
Pregnancy hormones, she thought with a barely contained snort as she watched her raven haired best friend practically run to the food bar to get his extremely pregnant wife whatever nasty ice cream concoction she desired.
She turned back to the game with a smirk and focused on her reason for being here in the first place, Ron. She didn't even try to fight back a smile as she watched him save yet another goal and didn't begin to fight the widening of her cheeks as the Harpies supporters groaned yet again.
Ron had achieved his lifelong dream just two years after the trio had completed their 7th year at Hogwarts at Hermione's demand. He was no longer Ron Weasley, best friend of Harry Potter, boyfriend of Hermione Granger, and one third of The Golden Trio, no he became Ron Weasley, first string Keeper for the Chudley Cannons, best friend of Harry Potter, boyfriend of Hermione Granger, AND one third of The Golden Trio.
She watched with anticipation as the Cannon's seeker, Cho Chang, dived in pursuit of the ever tricky golden snitch and let out a sigh of relief when she pulled up with the glinting object clutched tightly in her right hand.
Hermione took off at a dead sprint towards the field where her boyfriend had just landed among his celebrating teammates and let out a very un-Hermione-like screech when she was within jumping distance of his open arms. She sighed happily as his strong arms closed around her thin body.
Maybe quidditch isn't so bad, she thought as she threaded a hand into his ginger locks and pulled him down for a celebratory kiss, not bad indeed.