A funny little Luce fic. Just for fun not to be taken seriously!
Harry's Ploy
Harry gnawed nervously on a piece of toast that Hermione had forced him to eat. The jam was sticky in his throat. He chewed and chewed but while Hermione wasn't watching he spat his mouthful out into a napkin. Hermione herself was absently twiddling with a bit of her hair and gazing into the distance. Ron was off in the hospital wing recovering from a bout of flu and Hermione seemed lost without him.
Harry looked at his watch. In two hours he would be out on the Quidditch pitch. The thought of this made him physically sick. The Gryffindor team had elected Katie Bell as their new captain and recruited Ron himself as their new Keeper, something he was surprisingly good at. For that match however, a 6th year named Stuart McTavish would be standing in for Ron. The twins had left school and in their place were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, who were set out to become the next Weasley twins. Harry grimaced as his stomach lurched when he thought about the match. He had never been this nervous before. What he was planning really was unlike him.
It was to be Cho Chang's first match since the death of Cedric Diggory. Harry felt it was only kind to let Cho catch the snitch. Even if it did mean losing the lead they had in the Cup running. The smile on her face when she would catch it… his insides surged and he blushed. Hermione looked quizzically at him.
"Are you OK?" she asked with an air of concern.
"Fine. Fine." Said Harry adamantly. He stood up.
"Come on let's go and see Ron," he said brusquely yanking Hermione in the direction of the stairs.
In the hospital wing, Ron sat up straight in bed as Hermione and Harry walked in. He smiled at the look in Hermione's eyes as she smiled at him. He grinned.
"Morning all!" he exclaimed throatily, his flu still audible in his voice.
"Morning." Hermione replied bending down to kiss his cheek and then take a seat at his bedside. Harry smiled weakly and checked his watch.
"Damn, I better go," he said and left in a hurry.
"Best of British luck!" called Ron then promptly burst into a coughing fit. Hermione took his hand and laughed.
"Calm down!" she laughed. As Ron silenced he looked at her. Hermiones gaze was fixed on his blanket and then she looked up and caught him staring at her. She blushed. He squeezed her hand and smiled.
"So what's up with Harry?" he asked.
"Dunno…" she replied, "he seemed awfully nervous." She looked thoughtfully at Ron's cover and traced the flowery pattern with a finger. Ron watched her and smiled. He sat up straighter and pulled her other hand gently so that they were both entwined. They smiled and Hermione leaned towards Ron slowly.
"Ahem!" coughed Madame Pomfrey looking on amusedly.
Part Two coming soon, no real substance to this fic at all just for fun… is Harry too out of character?
As usual no characters belong to me they are all JK Rowling's as is Hogwarts School.