Title: Because you fell?

Summary: Harry fell off his broom during a Quidditch match therefore losing the game, nearly died, and almost lost the love of his life… but, he's ok with it? Hermione is, too? What the hell?

Rating: PG-13 I guess?

Harry's POV, and in third person.

Paying Him Back

Hermione came rushing into the Great Hall and took a seat next to Ron. Once she got settled in, she looks up at Ron and me.

"Hey guys," she said. "Isn't it a beautiful morning?"

Ron and I look at each other, wondering why she was so cheerful. I mean, of course, not that I mind! It's just strange seeing her so happy so early in the morning.

"What made you so happy," Ron asked her, obviously just as amused as I am.

She looked at him, then at me and said "I have a date this weekend to Hogsmeade."

My insides go cold. She has a date? Why? I'm not saying she's not datable, but… she has a date? She never goes on dates. This boy has to be perfect for her to say yes. She never said yes! And now she says yes… and is ecstatic? I wonder who it could be.

"With who," Ron asks.

"Terry Boot," she replies.

Terry Boot? The Ravenclaw? What does he have that I don't? What could he possibly give to Hermione that I couldn't?

"Terry Boot? Why," Ron asks.

"What do you mean, 'why,'" she asks harshly. "I can't go on a date with someone? Am I not likable? Is that it?"

Ron looked horrified. Upsetting Hermione is not a good thing to do.

"No! I didn't mean that. I was just wondering. I mean, you never say yes to anyone, but now you say yes to someone you don't know? I'm just wondering who's going to date my best friend is all. I don't want someone with you who will hurt you," Ron says. Damn, he is so good at bullshitting, it's scary.

Hermione's angry face turned into a soft, appreciative one, and said, "Thanks Ron for your concern, but don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Plus, shouldn't you be worrying more about the Quidditch game today then what I'm doing afterwards?"

Shit! The game!

Ron has obviously forgotten it, too. We look at each other, bolt up from the table, say our fast goodbye's to Hermione, and sprint to the Quidditch Stadium. Man, why does this have to happen now? Why did Hermione have to tell me about her date right before the match?

"Weasley passes off the quaffle to Thomas. He shoots… SCORE! 130 to 100 Gryffindor," I hear Seamus commentating.

You're all probably wondering, why the score is so high, why the game isn't over, and why Seamus is commentator.

Well, the score is so high because we've been playing for three hours. The game isn't over because Terry, that damn Ravenclaw seeker, and I haven't caught the bloody snitch yet! And Seamus is commentating because… well, I don't know why, but that's not the issue here.

We've been playing so long because I'm just so out of it right now. Every time I see Terry after the snitch, I get reminded that he asked Hermione on a date, and I just rush after it. And now you're all probably wondering, if you're rushing after it, than why aren't you catching it?

Well I can't catch it because every time I get near it, I see Hermione from the stands. Her face is so upset that I can't bring myself to win the game against the object of her eye, even though it kills me.

"Boot has seen the snitch! He's after it, so is Potter," I hear Seamus.

Damn! I turn to Terry and fly after him, not watching where I'm going. I rush after him, miraculously avoiding players due to my lack of concentration. However, I then notice he's under me, diving for the snitch. I dive after him, rushing to get after him…

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital wing.

Flashback

Harry, rushing after Terry, avoided hitting players while diving after him. However, his good luck streak of avoiding players didn't withstand. From his idiotic lack of concentration, he missed the fact that a Ravenclaw beater hit a bludger his way.

Either it was unbelievable aiming skill, or some insane luck, the bludger hit Harry right on his temple. Anyone hit that hard in the temple, or head for that matter, would obviously become unconscious. And that's exactly what happened to Harry. He passed out, slipped off his broom, and drastically started decreasing the distance between him and the ground.

Terry didn't notice a thing, but when he was about ten feet from the ground, a horrible big, heavy, thing hit him, and sent him crashing to the ground.

Terry looked up, feeling pain throughout his body, and saw the famous Harry Potter unconscious on top of him. He pushed him off, and sat up. Terry noticed Harry bleeding, and signaled someone to get help.

End Flashback

After hearing Ron tell me the story, I sit up, and look around. My head hurts like hell, but I want to make sure Terry is alright. I might dislike the guy, but I'm not sadistic, I don't want him hurt. I look across to the bed parallel to mine and see Terry talking to… Hermione? Why is she over there? She should be here, seeing if I'm ok!

"So, how bad does it hurt," Ron asked me.

"You have no idea," I reply. Every one thought I was talking about my body, but I was talking about the emotional pain that I had from seeing Hermione choose Terry over me. I'm not conceded or anything, but if you saw the love of your life, that's been your best friend since you were eleven, talk to a person she's only talked to three times in her life rather than you… You'd die, right?

Well, I didn't die. Too bad.

After the long wait of people to leave, it was only Ron and Hermione, but you could guess where she was. I look at her, waiting for her to walk over.

After a few minutes of no talking, Ron decided to leave me alone to sulk in my despair. I watch him leave, turn my head to the bed across from me, and I see Hermione walking towards me. I sit up, happily to accept her lecturing, or even her rant, but anything to have her pay attention to me today.

"Harry, are you ok," she says, as if nothing was wrong.

"Uh, yeah, I'm perfect. How's Terry," I ask her, nodding towards him.

She looks behind her to him, and then back at me and replies, "He's fine. He didn't get hit in the head with a bludger and fall fifty feet to the ground. You sure you're ok?"

I smiled, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. What were you two talking about all this time anyway?"

Hermione looked down at her feet, obviously embarrassed. "He asked me if I could pay him back for not being able to go with me to Hogsmeade because you landed him in the hospital."

I look angered, "It wasn't my fault! I was trying to get the snitch, it's not like I did it on purpose!"

Hermione looked up at me and said calmly, "No, he didn't mean it like that, relax. He just took an opportunity."

I am so confused… He took an opportunity? What the hell does that mean?

"What do you mean, 'he took an opportunity'" I ask, confused as hell.

"An opportunity to do what he wanted to do in the first place," she replied.

"Which is…" I encouraged.

"He wants me to be his girlfriend," she says excitingly. "He was too nervous to ask me in the first place, and afraid that I'd say no, so he told me I'd be paying him back. I told him that I would have been his girlfriend without this mess. There was no need to be paying him back."

I stare at my feet that are under the cotton blanket. Hermione, my best friend, the love of my life, is going out with Terry Boot. I'm so depressed.

"Yeah, no need to be paying him back." I say quietly.

Well that's it for now. Please read and review! Tell me anything you like, or hate… whatever!