A Good Excuse

Prompt: worry

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

Set: fourth year

Wind whipped through Harry's hair as he smiled to himself, holding tightly onto his broomstick. The tournament that year had taken up most of his time, which meant that it was near impossible to have a spare moment to fly around for a bit, which he had been longing to do just about all year. In the first task he had been allowed to fly, but he didn't count that. It didn't really count, after all, when you were just about to die at any moment.

So the flying felt good. He closed his eyes and took an abrupt dip to the center of the quidditch field, his Firebolt vibrating with the force of what was pushing against him. But just as he was about to hit the ground, expertly, he swung upwards and stopped himself in midair, smiling. Oh yes, he missed this.

"Harry?" Harry turned at the mention of his name to see a very familiar female walking towards him. Seeing him she looked extremely relieved. "Oh thank goodness, you don't know how worried we were in the common room, we thought you had gone missing or something."

"You mean Ron too?" Harry asked, smiling. For some odd reason he just couldn't imagine the redhead thinking or caring much about where Harry went, especially ever since what had happened with the Goblet.

Hermione frowned. "Well, not really...but I'm sure he must have been worried too..."

"It's okay," Harry said. "Friends fight all the time. Then they get over it and fight again. It's all part of a cycle." Hermione tilted her head to the side curiously.

"Why don't we ever fight, Harry?"

It was a very simple question, but it almost made him fall off of his broom. "What? Oh, ur..." he couldn't find the right words. "I guess, since your a girl...and I'm a guy..." Hermione smiled.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I guess that since were so close and all, maybe we don't fight because, you know, we don't like to see each other get hurt. Or something."

"But what does that have anything to do with you being a guy and me being a girl?"

"I have to go," Harry said quickly, "I heard some people are worried about me in the common room." With these words, he sped off on his broom, leaving Hermione standing there with a happy expression on her face.

She loved excuses to see Harry.

AN. So I've decided to start my own little drabble fic! This is something I'm going to be pretty easy about. I would really love if you guys could inbox me with requests. If your requesting one, send me a one or two word prompt and the pairing you want it to be. If you have a time you can tell me that as well. Alrighty, please review!