Chapter 3
Hermione made her way to the top of the stadium. It was the middle of October and the brisk autumn air made her shiver and wrap her coat more tightly around herself. She opened her book but found caught up in what seemed to be a small competition between Harry and Ginny on the other side of the pitch. They were doing loops around the goal posts much to Ron's annoyance. He was, of course, nervous on a broom in front of people who weren't his close family and friends, and Hermione could see a few Slytherins jeering opposite on their stands. She tutted and tried to control her anger, her eyes flicking back to Harry and Ginny- what on earth was going on?
If she didn't know better...she would say that- but no! It couldn't possibly be!
They were flying side by side now, zooming from one side of the pitch to the other, willing the other to make a dive for it, daring the other to make a turn at the last second. She watched interested as Harry shoved into Ginny and she shoved back as eagerly, showing she wasn't going to be shown up. They were seconds away from hitting the opposing goalposts and they veered off in opposite directions, laughing and diving as they went.
"Chicken Potter?"
"As if!"
Harry swooped around and headed straight for her. Ginny laughed and rushed away, heading towards Hermione. What the -?
Hermione watched intently for the next few minutes as they played this game, chasing and diving, swooping and missing. Like kiss chase, but in the air. She smiled, remembering the game she used to play as a child.
Ginny leant forward on her broom, bringing up her feet and placing them on the seat, slowly lifting herself on to her broom as though surfing. Hermione tutted and expected a trip to the hospital wing would soon be on the cards, but Ginny seemed surprisingly stable. Hermione looked towards Ron but he and the beaters were playing a game between the three of them, taking no notice at all the obvious flirting that was occurring between his best friend and his sister.
Since when had this happened? Only before the summer was he besotted with Cho Chang, and we all know how that worked out! Ginny and Harry, Harry and Ginny, she mused. She smirked as Harry tried to mirror Ginny's actions, attempting and failing to stand up on his broom and sure enough there was a shout as Harry slipped and his body whipped down towards earth at a fast rate. Hermione was quick however, her fast reflexes allowing her to produced a cushioning charm, accioing his broom and gladly no-one was hurt. Only Harry's pride. Ron roared with laughter from the other side of the pitch and as she rushed to the ground where he was slowly getting up, she saw his flushed cheeks and cursed his rash stupidity.
"Oh honestly Harry, what would you have done if I had decided to go to the library after all, the game is next week you know? Do you want a broken neck?"
"Alright, alright, looks like I need some practice". His eyes flicked up to where Ginny was still hovering in mid-air and he smiled. I raised my eye brows and rolled my eyes. After all the heartbreak and turmoil's of the heart that I had witnessed over the past few years, especially after living in a dormitory with some of the most gossipy boy obsessed witches of Hogwarts, one knows the signs of a crush.
"Harry?"
"Uh-huh?" he looked back at me, his eyes glossy and his cheeks now pink.
"It's rude to stare"
I heard spluttering as I walked, smirking, back to the stands.
