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Harry walked out to the Quidditch pitch, the strong winds whipping back his hair and stinging his eyes. He loved weather like this. He always had the pitch to himself. But as he climbed to the sky on his Firebolt, he saw a flash of brown at the Gryffindor stands. He flipped and twirled, chalking the flash up to his imagination. But then he heard a cheer coming from the stands. Harry alighted onto the edge of the stands, looking around him.

"Nice flying," said a voice from behind him. He jumped, whirled around, and caught his breath. Standing behind him was one of the most gorgeous girls he had ever seen. She had thick, curly brown and sparkling brown eyes. She had on a Gryffindor cloak and her hands were jammed into her pocket. She looked like she was the perfect build for a Seeker, and Harry found her irresistible.

"I'm Jessica White. It's my first day here 'cause my dad's the new DADA teacher," she smiled slightly at him.

"Harry Potter."

She smiled just slightly again, then sighed and turned away from him. She stared at the gray clouds, the wind whipping back her hair.

"I wish I could fly," she murmured, almost to herself. "Just fly away from here."

"I could take you for a broom ride," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. She turned to him, her face breaking into a huge smile.

"Would you?" she said.

Harry nodded and held out his hand. She hesitated for a moment, then took his hand and climbed onto the broom behind Harry. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he kicked off. He heard her gasp and he laughed softly.

"Don't worry!" he yelled over the wind.

"I'm not!" she yelled back.

They flew around the pitch twice in contented silence, the Harry yelled, "Do you want to do a flip?"

"Sure!" she yelled back.

Harry grinned, then flipped over. He heard her gasp again and tighten her hold on him.

"Don't worry! I'm going to do another flip!" he yelled to her.

"All right!" she yelled back, sounding slightly unsure.

He did a perfectly timed flip, but at that moment, the wind picked up and Jessica was ripped off of the broom.

"Harry!" she shrieked, tumbling through the air.

"Jessica!" he screamed, and dived after her.

"C'mon Harry, hurry up!" he muttered franticly to himself. "Don't let her die!"

He reached out his hands, and seconds before Jessica hit the ground he grabbed her wrist. He set her gently onto the ground and the second he dismounted; he held her close, letting her sob against his chest.

"I thought I was going to die!" she sobbed.

"Shh…" he murmured quietly. "I wouldn't let you die."

He walked her over to the Quidditch poles and sat down, pulling her gently onto his lap. She stopped sobbing and curled up against his chest.

"Jessica, your safe now," he said gently as she shivered against the wind. He conjured up a blanket and covered the both of them. Seconds later, Jessica had fallen asleep. Harry leaned against one of the poles, stroking Jessica's hair gently and lovingly. They didn't know that someone was watching them. They didn't know that that someone was chuckling quietly and happily.

"Ah, young love," Dumbledore said quietly. "A magic all its own."

Harry and Jessica, quite warm under the blanket, were happily oblivious to their headmaster watching them, out of bounds and past curfew. The Headmaster did not send a teacher after them, and Harry and Jessica slept peacefully, in love and not yet noticing.

A/N: Augh. Almost pure fluff. Oh well. I need reviews and what you want to see in the next chapter! I'm planning on this being a 2-chapter thing. Next chapter will be a LOT longer, I swear. Flames will be used to make toast and roast marshmallows.