Author's Note: Wow I can't believe how many people have me on their alerts. Thanks for everybody who's reading this and all the reviews. Well I'm not going to blather on forever for once so onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the English language, I do not own JK, therefore I do not own Harry Potter and I didn't exactly buy my mind, so I'm not entirely sure that mine either.

Flights of Fancy

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Hermione had to admit that she was quite enjoying being Lavendar. She got live in a Wizarding household and this was the only other one she'd ever been in besides the Weasley's. Lavendar's parents expected far less of her than her own parents did. She spent al lot of time with Jake and if she was honest with herself she thought she might be falling for him. She was quite appalled by this thought because he was after all Lavendar's boyfriend.

'This is so awkward. I can't like Jake. If I do then it's like boyfriend stealing and I can't do that. Lavendar's going to hate me. She could have at least told him. It would have been so much easier for me.'

Hermione listlessly flipped through her school books. She'd already read them twice this summer and she just didn't want to read them a third. She picked up a magazine tentatively acting as though it might bite her at any moment. 'Once you get through all the rubbish there's some good information in here.'

Hermione occupied herself for the rest of the afternoon by reading magazines. Right before Mrs. Brown called her down to dinner Hermione sent Jake and owl asking him if he wanted to hang out after dinner. When Hermione returned from eating an owl was sitting on top of her mirror waiting for her.

Lav,

I'd love to see you tonight. Meet me at the park at eight. See you soon!

-Jake

P.S. Are you up for a bit of flying?

Hermione quickly responded telling him that she's be there and that she'd love to go flying. 'Maybe if I ask him he'll teach me how to fly. I've always wanted to learn. Honestly, Ron and Harry go on and on about Quidditch and flying. I suppose it must be rather fun. Alright I still have an hour until I have to meet Jake. Time to get ready.'

Hermione had finally figured out how to get Lavendar's hair to lay perfectly flat and straight. She'd also figured out what most of the makeup was and how to use it. She was still getting used to her clothes. Thankfully it had been a cool summer so far and she'd been able to get away with wearing lots of jumpers.

At five to eight Hermione was just walking through the gates of the park Jake was already there and Hermione couldn't help but admire his nice build and hair. He was currently staring at something on the ground and his dark brown hair was falling casually into his eyes. He looked up when he heard her footsteps.

"Hey babe." Hermione smiled, she was starting to get used to being called babe. The nickname was growing on her.

"Hello," Hermione said before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Want to go for a fly."

"Sure."

"Come on then." He led her down a few side streets until they were out of the main part of town, then they just walked down the country road. Hermione recognized the path. They were heading toward the Junior League's Quidditch Pitch.

"Are we allowed on the Quidditch Pitch?"

"We're not, not allowed on the Quidditch Pitch." She gave him a stern look.

"Live for once in your life. Come on, don't you ever want to feel the thrill of breaking the rules?"

"Bad things generally seem to happen."

"Only if you get caught. And I have no intention of getting us caught. Come on," he said trying to coax her into getting on the back of his broom. "I won't let anything hurt you."

"I don't know how to fly."

"Leave the flying to me."

She stood there for a moment in indecision before she raced over, climbed on the back of the broom and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She screamed when they shot up and tightened her hold to a death grip.

"Lavendar it's ok, you're fine, we're not that high up, look."

Slowly she loosened her hold, but just slightly and she opened her eyes to look around. She took in the sky and the city and the pitch below.

"It's beautiful," she whispered in awe.

"Yes you are," he said looking right into her eyes. Hermione blushed and looked down shyly.

"I meant the sky."

"The sky has nothing on you."

"Thank you," she said shyly. She was glowing with happiness until she remembered one small little detail. 'I'm not really me; it's Lavendar he thinks is beautiful, I'm just in her body.

"Sunshine, what's wrong."

"Nothing," she said shaking here head.

"No, what is it?"

"I… I'm not really Lavendar."

"I know that."

"You do?"

"Yeah, Lavendar told me about the project your Headmaster came up with. She told me it wouldn't be her at the end of the summer."

"But how can you kiss me if I'm not really your girlfriend?"

"Well I didn't know it wasn't er you, I mean Lavendar when I first saw you, but I knew the moment I kissed you."

'Of course, not like I'd have anything on Lavendar's kissing skills.'

"Oh."

"I don't mean that in a bad way, I just mean that you don't kiss the same way she does. Look, if it makes you feel any better Lavendar and I had just broken up the day before. She promised that she'd come to my Quidditch game with me and we decided that we just wouldn't tell our friends. When I saw you, I completely forgot about the night before and when I kissed you and realized it wasn't her I figured, well I mean I just…"

"Just figured what the heck?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I like you a lot. You different from the girls I usually date, but in a good way. You're more simple or maybe more complex. You care about the important stuff in life and don't focus on the nonessential stuff, that's what I'm trying to say."

"So you like me, as more than a friend?"

"I kiss you every time I see you; I think that's answer enough. What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Hermione Granger," he said trying to see how it felt in his mouth. "Hermione Granger." Hermione felt shivers run down her spine as he said his name. "It fits your personality perfectly. Well I suppose I have to call you Lavendar around everyone else but if you don't mind, I think I'd rather call you Hermione when we're alone."

"No that's fine, please do."

"So, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"I kiss you every time I see you; I think that's answer enough," she quoted smartly.

"Good," he smiled and kissed her. It wasn't their usual peck on the lips. It had more emotion and lasted much longer. When they finally broke apart Hermione had a small smile playing on her lips and Jake was trying to conceal his grin. "Perhaps you'd like to see more of the town." He said gesturing to the land below. Hermione was surprised to realize that they were still on his broom.

"Yes, please."

Jake flew them over the whole town, pointing out landmarks and his favorite places to go. Hermione listened contentedly and enjoyed the warmth that came from being so close to Jake. She was starting to get sleepy so Jake turned the broom back towards the Pitch.

"Will you teach me to fly Jake?"

"Of course." She smiled into his shoulder. They landed and Jake smoothly dismounted, Hermione wasn't quite so graceful, she would have landed flat on her face had Jake's Quidditch reflexes not kicked in, in time to catch her.

Suddenly they heard a loud voice yell. "What are you good for nothing kids up to? Show yourselves, I know you're here." Hermione's eyes widened in fear. Jake brought a finger up to his mouth and motioned for Hermione to follow him. They quickly snuck out the gate, the loud, rough voice following even once they were outside the Pitch.

When they were a safe distance away, Jake burst out laughing. Hermione stared at him in shock. "You have not met Bred McGreggor. He's the Pitch's referee. He used to be a referee for all the top notch games, worked a few of the World Cups in his day. Now though, well he's just not what he used to be. He's just a bitter old man who's resentful of us kids. Says we're unappreciative, whiny, untalented brats. For the most part he's not wrong. He's a nasty piece of work, but he's harmless."

"Whatever happened to him?"

"You heard of the Incident of '76?"

"No."

"Wow, you really must not be a huge Quidditch fan."

"I just watch the games."

"Ok, well in 1976 the Caerphilly Catapults were playing the Falmouth Falcons for the World Cup. It was fierce lineup. The suspense leading up to the game had been unprecedented in the last Century. There'd been rumors of cheating, payoffs and illegal potions, questionable calls and strange happenings on both sides. However rumors aside it was proclaimed to be the match of the Century and let me assure you it was."

"The game was scheduled exactly twenty years to the day from Dai Llewellyn's death. You've heard of him right?" Hermione nodded. "So any way, the Catapults felt that this was in their favor. The Dangerous Dai as they liked to call him would bring them the cup. Or at least that's what they thought."

"Now the Falcons also thought that the odds were in their favor. Ten years early their two most famous beaters, Kevin and Karl Broadmoor had gotten suspended for the 9 time, the Falcons lucky number was 9. They got suspended for illegally hitting a Bludger at the same time while being within 8 and half feet of the intended target. 9 feet was the legal limit at the time, the new rules now say 12 feet's the legal limit. Of course later on it was determined that they had been 9 feet away but that's not important. So anyway, you see why 9 was their lucky number. At the game the Falcons managed to knock out and give the Norwegian Kite's Keeper a concussion that kept him out the rest of the season and the season following that resulting in the Falcons winning their first World Cup."

"So the expectations for the match were high and security was tight. The Ministry had installed the latest security measures to make sure that no one in the crowd got hurt. However they didn't have nearly enough measures in place for the people on the field. Bred McGreggor had been working as the referee for that match. As you can obviously figure out, things went terribly wrong."

"The match started off as most matches do. Neither side was gaining too big a lead and it was anybody's game. The Falcons are known for playing a hard game and sometimes when they get desperate they resort to playing dirty. Well the Catapults had gained a huge lead and it looked as if the Falcons were going to loose. The Falcons' lead chaser, who also happened to be the Captain, pulled one of the most spectacular stunts in all of Quidditch. He pulled what we know call the Chaser-Beater Fake out Switch. The Falcons' Captain threw the Quaffle behind him, flew to the opposing teams hoops, while one of his beaters hit it with his bat, sending it forward and the Falcons' Captain let it skim his fingertips before going in, making it legal. However the Seekers had seen the Snitch at the same time and Referee McGreggor had been watching the Snitch chase. McGreggor saw the Falcons' Seeker catch he Snitch…"

"But he didn't see the goal," finished Hermione.

"He declared it no goal, since he hadn't seen it and at the time the Referees word was law. So despite the fact that everyone in the stadium had seen the goal, it didn't count. The Falcons' lost that game by 10 points, they lost by one goal. McGreggor lost all his accreditation with the fans and was forced into early retirement from his shame. He didn't see the goal. Legally he couldn't count it. The rules have been updated now and there's now an assistant Referee who can make the final call on what's a legal goal and what isn't if the Head Referee doesn't see it, but that's not how it was then."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"I never knew Quidditch could be so interesting." Jake just laughed.

"I have lots of good Quidditch stories for you. Come on, let's get you home. It's nearly 11."

"11? Oh my gosh, it's so late. I have to hurry home."

"Go on, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Jake," she said giving him a kiss goodnight.

"Goodnight Hermione."

Author's Note: I apologize for any mistakes. This chapter's all Hermione, it kind of took an unexpected turn and I figured you'd rather have another chapter than wait another day for a longer one. Not that this is exactly short.