none of the characters are mine, all things belonging to this world are the property of J.k Rowling

Rated M for future chapters

It was a cold, damp Sunday and once again Harry was forcing his team outside into the quidditch stadium. He knew how much they hated him for forcing them into the cold morning winds, he had been forced out of his bed at 5 o'clock on Sunday mornings aswell. Harry however, also knew how well it worked as Woods team had been the best he had been in.

Harry's mind drifted away to his memories of Wood, how he glided through the air, how his hair would flow with the wind and watch his muscles pump as he shot down, up and across to stop the quaffle, Harry's cock twinged as he thought about it. He shook his head and focused back on leading his team into the grounds, he hadn't thought about wood for years. Harry briefly wondered what Wood was like now and whether, now Harry was 16, Wood might return those feelings. Harry was going to see puddlemore united with Ron and Hermione in a few weeks when the Christmas Holidays start. Oliver's team were playing the Chuddney Canons and Ron had convinced his two best friends to tag along for extra support. Harry was excited to see Wood again but was aware that it was very unlikely he would actually be able to have a good conversation with the man now. Harry pondered about this thought and realised why it had stumped him. Wood was a man now, Harry couldn't place the feelings that this thought brought to him but it definitely made his longing for the Christmas break even stronger.

As quidditch practice started Harry was forced to think about his current team mates. Ron was still very unconfident but Ginny was improving by the day, He watched his team mates fly through the air, finally working as a team. When Harry was satisfied that everyone was improving as they should, he released the snitch and began his long quest to grab it as quickly as possible, but with Wood constantly entering his mind Harry was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. As quidditch practice finished and Harry's team began to traipse back up to the castle Harry's mind was once again free to think about Wood. As he did so a wide smile cracked across his face.

'Why are you so happy? I'm starving!' Ron moaned as he dragged his feet up the hill to Hogwarts.

'Yeah, we've still got 3 essays to write aswell.' Harry said quickly to distract Ron from his original question, 'So we have got to start those straight after breakfast.' Ron, who had obviously put that out of his mind, groaned at the thought of it.

That evening Ron was still sitting in the firelight of Gryffindor common room writing Snape's essay that had to be in the next morning. Hermione and Harry were sat on the sofa opposite him, Hermione was watching Ron struggle, Harry was watching this scene. He knew Hermione was itching to help Ron, and all 3 thought she was goin to when instead, she turned to Harry.

'Can I talk to you?' Harry looked confused and Hermione could tell he was surprised as his mouth was hanging slightly open. 'Now?' She added forcefully. Harry slowly got out of his chair to follow Hermione across the room with an inquiring look towards Ron who immediately replied with a look of confusion and a shrug of his shoulders. Harry made it over to his frustrated friend who was now pacing in the corner of the room.

'What's up Herms?' Harry queried as his voice shook a little, he was not used to giving advice… probably because he was quite bad at it.

'Oh like you don't know! I just cant hold it in any longer I have to tell someone, anyone and well… why not you.' Hermione nervously giggled, she was talking fast and her pacing was making Harry feel dizzy, he sat down in the nearby chair. His look of confusion made Hermione giggle more. 'Well, Harry I well, Oh for Merlin's sake.' She lunged towards Harry and kissed him roughly on the lips. She waited for a reply but soon realised it wasn't coming, she pulled away and stared at her crush in the face looking for some kind of reaction to her sudden actions. Harry sat still, he certainly had not been expecting that.

'You mean…..' Harry whispered, Hermione nodded slowly. 'You… you like me?!' He blurted out. 'But, I thought you liked Ron!

'No, look Im sorry I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I don't want an answer right away, just, just think about it. Okay? I'll be in the room of requirements tonight at 12. Come if you decide this is what you want.' She hesitated and then leaned forewords and pecked Harry on the cheek then turned around and ran up the stairs to the girls dormitories.

Next chapter- What will Harry do about Hermione?