Broomsticks
A/N: This is set some time in 6th year.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Please"
"No"
"Please"
"No"
"Please"
"For christ sakes harry I said no."
Harry had been persisting for the past 15 minutes, trying to get Hermione to come for a ride with him. And she wasn't gonna give in easily.
"What did you expect when your going out with a quidditch captain."
"You know I don't like heights, and been a hundred feet in the air with only a piece of wood to make sure I don't fall, doesn't exactly help the matter."
"Yes but I'll be there holding you"
"Which means there will be two people indangering there lives on a piece of wood."
"Don't you trust me"
"Yes I do but..."
There's no buts. If you can trust me you can trust me to not let you fall."
"But..."
"I'll go get my broom." said Harry grinning to himself, running up the stairs in a mad rush.
Hermione sat down on the comfy chair next to the fire and gave out an exasperated sigh. How did she get into these things she thought to herself.Hearing the thuds of foot steps, Hermione looked up and saw Harry on the stair case Firebolt in his hand. Walking over to her he threw the firebolt over his shoulder and laced his hands in hers, before leaving the common room and its noisy presence.
A few minutes later harry and hermione were walking hand and hand across the vegtable patches to the quidditch pitch. The sun was slowly setting over the mountains and a few students were littered across the grounds. There was nobody at the quidditch pitch. Which made Hermione feel glad she couldn't make a fool out of her self. After helping her on Harry found himself sitting comfertably behind her and placed his hands on top of hers.
"Are you ready?" Harry whispered softly in Hermiones ear. Hermione gave a small nod in response and grabbed hold of the broomstick tightly before feeling him kick off the ground. Hermione found herself closing her eyes all the way up. She could feel the wind rushing up her body and the slight turns Harry made, taking her to this surprise location. She felt the broom slowing down and stopping in mid air.
"Open your eyes Hermione." Harry said.
Reluctantly she opened her eyes and gasped at the sight around her. They were no longer above the quidditch pitch but over a the forest instead. There were butterflys flying around there heads and the sound of bird song floating through the air. She turned to harry and gave him a questioning look.
"This is were I come to think. I thought you'd appreciate the scenery."
Smiling at him she leaned backwords into him and sighed
"Thanks for bringing me out here. I really do love it." She found the feeling of flying really intriging, as though she were floating on air. She knew now the feeling Harry gets when he flys.
"Now you see why I love quidditch"
"No, I still think It's a pointless game."
Moscardini XxXx
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