Hello everyone! I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing by stretching my brain a little with this series. I plan on keeping each chapter pretty short…probably about the same length as this one. Hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!
Sadly, nothing Harry Potter related is even remotely mine.
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The repeated crunching of gravel under her feet alluded to how much of a hurry she was in to reach the pitch. She was late. Two hours ago she had set herself up in the library to finish her essay. Ten minutes ago she had looked up and realized the library was completely empty save herself. It was almost half past, and she had sprinted to the Dormitory to drop off her books before bundling up and heading out into the crisp air.
Stair after wooden stair, she ascended until she could see the sea of scarlet and gold. Zacharias' booming voice could be heard throughout the grounds, so she had some sort of tabs on the game when she emerged amongst the cheering students. Luna was not hard to find in the crowd, and Hermione quickly found her place next to the smiling young woman.
Brown eyes automatically scanned the pitch as quickly as possible. She was frustrated and upset with him, but the action occurred instinctively. There was no thought to the girl with the light brown curls squealing two rows in front of her. The only concern was finding those blue eyes whether her brain wanted her to or not.
She didn't immediately find any blue, but she found their owner in complete concentration. Her muscles tensed as she watched the Quaffle launch in Ron's direction. A perfectly timed block kept the ball out of Gryffindor's goal and produced an eruption of roars from the present section.
Throwing his fists in the air, the redhead beamed. Suddenly, blue met brown and her body froze. The cheering blurred as blue bore into brown. The sense of pride was a brief two-way street until both parties looked down cheeks burning.
Nothing around the two faces changed. Emotions were still running high, and the hazy volume of white noise around the two returned to a frenzy. Hermione studied her shoes, but the warmth never fully left her cheeks. He looked to her first.