I'll Always Be with You
Staring down from the sun, Harry Potter was feeling free from anything and everything. The match against the Hufflepuff in his 6th year has gone quite well. With Colin Creevy commenting on the game, "There goes another. Gryffindor 70, Hufflepuff 30" Quite an accomplishment for the first game in the season.
Don't get distracted. As Harry continued to scan the field for the golden snitch. The very thing that determines who wins and who loses. There! By the stands! As seeing that, Harry narrowed his body on the Firebolt, still the fastest broom of the year, probably the decade, and quickly fly across the field on the opposite end. The Hufflepuff seeker too saw Harry's fast move and scanned the direction he was going. Seeing the golden flash was all it took for him to speed in the Snitch's direction.
Racing against Harry was near impossible, as Harry was already closing in on the snitch. But still, James continued to pursue on. Harry on the other hand was trying to close the gap between him and snitch. Damn! James is already beside him. It was a race. One that both knew could not easily leave behind. Harry narrowed himself some more, practically lying on top of the broom. That did it. The broom brought him closer and closer to the Snitch. C'mon. Just a few more inches, Yes! The Snitch was safely in his hands. Flying up to get a good lap around the field, he faintly heard the scream of the score, "Gryffindor 175, Hufflepuff 50, Gryffindor wins the game!"
Landing gently down on the field, Harry was quickly swarmed by the Gryffindor team and house, right in front was Hermione giving off one of her big smiles and a hug, while Ron, the new Goal Keeper, since Max left last year, was giving him back slaps and congratulations. "You were great up there!" cried out Hermione, as Harry continued to walk to the castle called Hogwarts. Followed by the mob. Food was probably brought up into the common room for celebrations. Another Victory!
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After the night of celebrations, Harry, being drained from the party held in the common room, was sleeping soundly in one of the longer comfy chairs. Reliving the whole game in his dreams. Across the room, where the dorms door was held, Hermione quietly crept down, looking for a book which she knew was down there, as she was trying to study in the mist of eating a large slice of cake. Still bushy hair, although more controlled, Hermione has filled out in places in the past few years, getting turns from many of the hormone-crazed boys in all houses except Slytherin. Walking down the steps, Hermione saw Harry sleeping in the couch. He's so peaceful when he is asleep. Hard to believe that a person lived in a cupboard under the stairs most of his life could be as warm-hearted, gentle and thoughtful friend at all. He's also cute too. Hermione quickly stopped that train of thought, for that is something new. Oh My God, what am I thinking? This isn't right. Harry is your friend. Just a best friend.
Eyeing the book, which was her mission to come down in the common room, Hermione quickly, but quietly, hoping not to disturb the peaceful Harry, got her book and headed for the stairs. Turning, as she walked past Harry, Hermione looked back at him and quickly summoned a quilt to cover Harry and went back to bed.
Waking up another hour later, Harry was surprised to find himself still in the common room, also, equally surprised that a quilt was covering him. That's funny. I don't remembering getting a quilt. Non the less, Harry groggily walked into the Boys dorms and quickly went to bed. Before unconsciousness overtook him, he remembered a dream of a bushy, brown hair girl.
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