*Okay I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. These belong to J.K. Rowling*

*This fanfic is based on an insignificant event in prisoner of Azkaban. It happens at the beginning of the match Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor. Harry cannot see very well because there is rain hitting his glasses, and then Hermione saves the day by casting a water repelling spell. THEN it says that would was so excited he could have kissed Hermione. It inspired me to write this.*

*If you hate it, too bad*

He hadn't noticed her before. Not this way anyways. Before, she was just a friend of Harry's who had watched them practice, but in that moment, he was grateful to her. Her cleverness had given them a chance to win the match. It was more than that though, it wasn't about quidditch. This revelation startled him. Had he, Oliver Wood, thought a non-quidditch thought during a match? He tried to convince himself that it was nerves that cause his hands to shake.

She wasn't his type. She wasn't even close to his age. A third year and he realized he just might love her. He wanted to hold her in his arms, and kiss her sweet lips. The lips that had uttered the spell that could lead his team to glory. It was madness he told himself, and he pushed himself back up into the game.

Gryffindor was winning. He began to imagine the feel of the quidditch cup in his hands. He could hear the people cheering him on. He could see Hermione throwing her arms around him in his moment of victory. People were chanting his name in unison, so that it became a scream. As the rain streamed down his face, he realized people really were screaming.

*This is all I want to write for now. If people really want to hear more, I will write more, but chances are I won't update it. This is not my style of writing, so I am totally okay with constructive criticism.*