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Forbidden Love Chapter 1
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He felt the cruel wind on his face as he soared up high; his emerald eyes skimming the pitch for the miniscule golden snitch. And then he saw it. Ten feet below. He flattened himself against his Firebolt and went into a sharp dive. All was quiet. This is where he belonged: flying high on his broom, on the pitch, playing quidditch. His passion. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he stretched out his hand, and with one final burst of speed he caught the cold, hard snitch. The stands erupted screams and cheers from the Gryffindor supporters. Snitch still tightly gripped in his hand, he gently eased the broom down and dismounted. The moment he had got off, he was raised in the air by his team mates and friends. It wasn't his most spectacular catch but he had brought the team closer to the Cup.
Harry scanned the crowd for the one he was looking for, Hermione. Sure enough he saw her running over to him, honey coloured hair rippling behind her. She flew into his arms and cried, "Good one Harry!" Harry hugged her tightly and smelled her hair. French Vanilla. Caught up in the moment, Harry pulled back, took Hermione's face in his hands and passionately kissed her on the lips. Harry had expected Hermione to pull away, but on the contrary, she allowed herself to let Harry deepen the kiss and she became submerged in a wave of love. Some of the emotion bottled up inside of her seemed to leak out. They carried on for a few moments, then pulled away from each other. Harry was shocked but kept his cool. They smiled at each other and Hermione whispered again,
"I love you Harry, I always have."
Harry had waited for this moment forever. He wished that it be everlasting.
" I love you too Hermione." He replied.
Harry took her hand and led her towards the castle.
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Forbidden Love Chapter 1
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He felt the cruel wind on his face as he soared up high; his emerald eyes skimming the pitch for the miniscule golden snitch. And then he saw it. Ten feet below. He flattened himself against his Firebolt and went into a sharp dive. All was quiet. This is where he belonged: flying high on his broom, on the pitch, playing quidditch. His passion. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he stretched out his hand, and with one final burst of speed he caught the cold, hard snitch. The stands erupted screams and cheers from the Gryffindor supporters. Snitch still tightly gripped in his hand, he gently eased the broom down and dismounted. The moment he had got off, he was raised in the air by his team mates and friends. It wasn't his most spectacular catch but he had brought the team closer to the Cup.
Harry scanned the crowd for the one he was looking for, Hermione. Sure enough he saw her running over to him, honey coloured hair rippling behind her. She flew into his arms and cried, "Good one Harry!" Harry hugged her tightly and smelled her hair. French Vanilla. Caught up in the moment, Harry pulled back, took Hermione's face in his hands and passionately kissed her on the lips. Harry had expected Hermione to pull away, but on the contrary, she allowed herself to let Harry deepen the kiss and she became submerged in a wave of love. Some of the emotion bottled up inside of her seemed to leak out. They carried on for a few moments, then pulled away from each other. Harry was shocked but kept his cool. They smiled at each other and Hermione whispered again,
"I love you Harry, I always have."
Harry had waited for this moment forever. He wished that it be everlasting.
" I love you too Hermione." He replied.
Harry took her hand and led her towards the castle.
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