I'm reading all the books and am currently on Prisoner of Azkaban. I'm at the Quidditch match and after reading one particular sentence I now feel like writing another pointless one shot. I truly, honestly have no idea why but I am. And I guess you could technically call this an AU though it's not anything big, for the series at least
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
This would be the most unpleasant Quidditch match ever.
Hermione was huddled with Ron and Neville underneath a large black umbrella. The storm consumed her senses making it nay impossible to comprehend anything during the match. The wind howled, the rain came down in thick sheets, and the air chilled her to the bone. Wet and shivering, Hermione could not understand why anyone would think it was a good idea to not postpone this much less why anyone was attending. She was even more confused by the majority of the spectators, including Ron, who were excited and pumped just like always. Cheering was the last thing on her mind, all she wanted to do was complain.
The one and only reason she was out in this gale watching blurs of yellow and scarlet pass occasionally was because of Harry. Her friend who had been through so much deserved her support during the first match of the season. That was the only reason.
'That's not entirely true,' a little voice in the back of her head stated. As much as Hermione wanted to deny it the voice was right. Over the years Hermione had developed a slight crush on one of the Gryffindor players, Oliver Wood the Keeper and captain. He was older than her and seemed to hardly notice her existence but school girl crushes weren't easily controlled.
Hermione looked towards the goal posts and caught a glimpse of Oliver's scarlet uniform as he quickly flew up in front of the tallest post, probably to block the quaffle. She was amazed that he was even able to see the ball in this storm. But his job was probably the easiest at this point as he didn't have to navigate the whole field like the rest. The hardest job would be the Seekers, this game was bound to last hours perhaps well into the next day until Harry or Cedric Diggory caught the snitch.
One of Hermione's strokes of intelligence sparked when she realized that Harry was at a real disadvantage. His glasses, usually improving his sight, would do nothing but hinder his vision at the moment. Hermione knew of a simple spell that could remedy this but there was no way of contacting Harry.
About twenty minutes passed when Oliver called for a time out. Hermione whispered to Neville that she would be back before weaving her way through the stands and darting away to the umbrella where the team was taking a break, holding her cloak above her head to shield her already wet form. When she arrived Harry was waving his glasses in front of Oliver claiming he didn't stand a chance.
Appearing at his shoulder she told Harry to give her his glasses and she cast the impervius spell. "There! They'll repel water!"
Harry looked at her and his glasses, impressed and grateful while Oliver beamed at her as if she were some sort of angel.
"Brilliant!" With his exclamation he pulled the younger witch into an embrace and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "Sorry bout that," he said pulling away, "I owe you one. Okay, team, let's go for it!" The team followed their captain back onto the pitch as Hermione stood there stunned.
As she went back into the crowd a second later Hermione thought that this match wasn't too unpleasant.
Ah pointless fluffy one-shots, do me a favor guys and review even if it's small