He saw it out of the corner of his eye.

Trying not to have anybody let on to what he saw, he ignored it for a moment, luring them away. Then, pulling back suddenly, he rushed forward and closed his hand around it, causing the stadium to explode with cheers and applause.

"And another magnificent catch by Gryffindor seeker Potter, pulling them one game closer to the cup, and pushing Ravenclaw out of the running!" announced Dean Thomas, the commentator.

The fourteen Quidditch players, along with Madame Hooch, landed on the ground and cheered along with the audience who filed down out of the bleachers.

"Good game, Harry," his teammates congratulated him as they changed in the locker room.

"Thanks," he said appreciatively, and then hurried outside to meet up with Hermione and Ron.

"Great catch!" said Ron enthusiastically as soon as Harry stepped outside the door. "Poor Ravenclaws; I saw the captain almost crying as he left the field."

"Second win in a row for Gryffindor--you're on a roll," teased Hermione as she slipped her hand into his, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Oh God!" complained Ron. "You guy's aren't going to get all mushy, are you?" A quick look at both faces told him that they were.

"Gross, I'm outta here." Disgusted, he hurried up the steps to the common room.

"Ron is so immature about these things," commented Hermione as he left. "We're seventh years; we're allowed to have a little fun." She smiled, and bent forward to kiss him again.

"I don't think he's a romantic kind of guy," Harry said.

"I'm glad you are." Hermione leaned back against one of the trees on the front grounds, and pulled Harry close to her, kissing him passionately.

"Just a minute." Harry pulled back for a moment and took off his glasses, which had begun sliding down his face. He made to clip them to the front of his shirt, but Hermione grabbed them first.

"I'll hold onto them, and you can get them back when we go inside." She shoved them deep down into the back pocket of her tight jeans, and she and Harry began kissing again.

"Potter! Granger!" Professor McGonagall, who was standing on the front steps, had spotted the two.

"Yes, ma'am?" asked Harry weakly, looking up.

"Kindly remove your hand from Miss Granger's hindquarters."

Turning bright red, Harry pulled back his hand, grabbing his glasses and putting them back on his face.

"I would have thought that you two would be more responsible," she reprimanded. " I want you two to follow me back upstairs to your common room. Now."

Still holding hands, Harry and Hermione headed up after the professor.

~*~
"So how's the wife?" asked Ron crossly as Harry opened the door to their dorm.

"Lay off it, Ron," said Harry. "It's no big deal. We're not that serious....."

"No big deal?" Ron snorted. "You guys are always kissing, holding hands, kissing, giving each other goo-goo eyes, kissing, oh, and did I mention kissing?" He looked over at Harry, who didn't seem to be listening at all.

"Hello?" Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's face. "Earth to Harry?"

"Oh, sorry," said Harry, looking up, embarrassed. "I was just thinking about-"

"Hermione," Ron finished for him. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Harry rolled over onto his stomach.

"It's just that she's so-"

"Beautiful. Smart. Funny. Charming," Ron broke in irritably. "And you can't stand to be away from her for a single second," he added, imitating Harry.

"Why are you so mad at me?" asked Harry. "It's not like I've done anything."

"You are so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Don't you get it?" Ron looked totally annoyed. "You're not in love with this girl."

"Yes, I am!" said Harry indignantly, sitting up.

"You're obsessed with her. Hermione is not the source of life, you know. The world doesn't revolve around her, and neither should you. Why can't you just be a normal guy. Hang out with your friends, talking and joking-"

"I hang out with Hermione!" interrupted Harry.

"She's not your friend, she's your girlfriend. And you guys just spend all of your time kissing. I don't think you'd do that hanging out with a bunch of guys," pointed out Ron.

"It's not my fault you're jealous of me!" Harry shouted suddenly.

"Jealous?! Why would I be jealous?"

"Because I have a girlfriend and you don't!"

"I don't want your stinking girlfriend!"

"Hermione is not stinking!"

"Is too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"What are you guys arguing about?" The two turned around to see Hermione standing in the doorway.

"That's none of your business. And what are you doing here? This is a boy's dorm, and I don't think that you're one of them," Ron shot at her.

"What's you're problem?" asked Hermione, offended.

"My problem is that some people are to thick headed to know the difference between love and obsession, and the difference between spending time with your girlfriend and being joined at the hip with her!" Picking up his parchment, quill, and book, he stormed out of the room angrily.

"Aww, don't mind him, sweetie," said Hermione, massaging Harry's shoulders. "He'll cool off soon enough. But for right now, let's focus on us." She smile seductively at him. "I mean our homework, of course," she added.

"Yeah, our homework," mutter Harry as he wrapped Hermione in his warm embrace.

~*~
"As I was saying," Professor Flitwick continued the next morning. "I will be collecting your essays that were assigned last week." He went down the rows and picked them up from each student, until he came to Harry.

"Do you have your essay, Harry?" he asked, holding out his hand expectantly.

"Er, no," was the reply.

"And why not?"

"He was busy," spoke up Hermione.

"Yeah, making out with Hermione!" muttered Ron in a rather audible whisper. A few people in the class snickered.

"He had a Quidditch game yesterday, Professor," finished Hermione, obviously choosing to ignore Ron's comment.

"Quidditch is no excuse for missing assignments. And if your grade drops any further, I have no other choice but to remove you from the team!" he announced, quite unusual for the normally laid-back teacher. He walked up to his desk, shuffling through a few papers.

"I'm afraid I have no other choice but to assign you a tutor," he announced.

Harry turned white.

"A--a tutor?" he asked, dumbstruck.

"Yes, a tutor, Mr. Potter," said Flitwick, walking up to him with his hands behind his back. "And do you know who this tutor might be?"

"W-who?"

"A sixth year. An underclassman. Somebody who is supposed to be beneath you, but obviously is not." The tiny professor looked extremely agitated.

"Please! Sir!" said Hermione out of turn. "May I tutor him?"

"Although I believe that learning can and should take place in a relaxed environment, I'm not sure if it should be--ahem--that relaxed," he informed her. Turning scarlet, she slid low in her seat.

"So I want you in here tomorrow night right after dinner. No excuses," he said, turning back to Harry.

"But I have Quidditch practice tomorrow-" Harry started.

"No excuses," repeated Flitwick, and headed back up to the front board to finish teaching the lesson.


A/N Okay, I'm sure some of you are very confused right now. Bethany, writing H/Hr fanfic? Nooooooo! This can't be possible! Well, lemme tell ya something. I'm only doing it for the sake of the entire plot of this fic. For all of you anti-H/H (yay! go you peoples!) I can only reveal ONE thing about the plot. It will NOT be H/H forever. Now I'm not telling you anything more about it. It's a secret. And don't try to pry it out of me. I'm like a rock. What?! You say I have a head like a rock? Well, wait until I get my hands on you, you little upstart! I'll rip off your ears and shove them up your nose!! Just kidding! Well, I hope you enjoyed the story.....next part should be out soon. Oh yeah. If you're wondering what the name means, you aren't going to find out for a while. So keep your shirt on (please, for the sake of us all!) and just wait for a while.