Disclaimer: Sadly, Harry Potter does not belong to me. I mean, if it was up
to me, I would be killing Voldermort off and writing a love story. But
that's just me.
A/N: I strike again. This whole nothing-to-do during the holidays is really improving my updating life, huh? =P I'm writing this in the middle of the night; somehow I get more inspiration at 1:37am. =P. OK. I really should stop this pre-story rambling and actually get on with the story right? =P
It's been a week since that fateful day, and the first match of the Quidditch season. While the entire Gryffindor room was bursting with enthusiam, there was a lone figure sitting at one corner of the room. Harry gripped his broom tightly as the whistle blew loudly, signaling for both Quidditch teams to assemble. He led the team to the front of the arena, and turned around, preparing to give his usual pre-match captain speeches. His eyes met Ron's, who gave him a cold glare and quickly turned away. Ron had heard about what happened, and for some weird reason, was upset at Harry too. For the past week, Harry had never felt more alone.
Clearing his throat, he rose to his full six foot two. "All right team. I want a fair game. Put all your differences aside and COOPERATE as team," he enuciated clearly, with a sharp glance at Ron. "Go Gryffindor!"
As they walked out into the stadium, the crowd burst into cheers, or at least the red and gold part of the crowd were cheering. The other part, clad in green and silver, booed. Harry mounted his firebolt and flew up in the air, stopping about fifty feet from the ground. Before long, the match was in full course.
Ron, who was a beater, swooped over and whacked the bludger just before it hit Harry. The two boys looked at each other, and nodded, both agreeing to a temporary truce. As Gryffindor gained more points, Slythein became more desperate, resorting to underhand methods. Katie Bell was knocked off her broom. However, Gryffindor heeded their captain's advice and played fair.
Harry's sharp eyes suddenly caught side of a small little golden ball, a couple of feet below. Immediately, he swooped down so fast that he looked just like the lightning on his forehead. So intent was he on the snitch that he did not notice a body slam right into him - Draco Malfoy. He fell off his broom, and in a wild and desperate action, made a grab for the snitch as he fell.
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Hermoine looked at the Quidditch scene, telling herself that she only went there because of Ron. However, it was very difficult to avoid Harry, who dashed around the stadium like a madman on a broom. As she surveyed the match, Harry swooped down, and with squinting eyes, she realized that he had found the snitch.
Suddenly everything seemed to appear in slow motion. Draco Malfoy knew he would never ever be able to get snitch while Harry was there, and so in desperate measures, he had flung himself full speed at Harry. Harry fell off his broom, his hands grabbing wildly. As Hermoine watched in horror, Harry fell fifty feet towards the soft, muddy ground. As everyone watched in silence, a bludger that had been roaming around slammed into Harry's left arm.
Without a second thought, Hermoine rushed down. Making her way through the gathering crowd, she caught sight of Ron. Opening her mouth to ask Ron about the situation, her voice got caught in her throat. She stopped as she gazed at the barely conscious Harry. His body was sprawled over the floor in an uncomfortable and awkward manner. Blood dripped from his forehead, and his left arm was hung in what looked like a very painful angle. She gasped aloud, unable to stop herself.
Harry opened his eyes, and immediately winced at the pain. He wanted to cry out, but he couldn't. Gathering up all his strength, he opened the palm of his right arm, and revealed the tiny, golden winged ball. He had caught the snitch.
"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wwiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnsssss!" The announcer cried out. Harry gave a small, satisfied smile, before allowing the darkness to engulf him."
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Hermoine sat next to Harry. They were in a private room in the hospital wing. Apparently his injuries were serious enough to award him a private room by himself. Only his close friends were allowed in. Ron had already been to visit, but he had to leave because of detention, hence leaving Hermoine alone with the comatose Harry.
Hermoine swept away her wavy brown hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. She reached over for Harry's hand, which was pale and cool, a huge contrast from his tanned and warm one. "Harry, can you hear me? Please wake up. You're scaring me." There was no response. Hermoine felt her tears rising up. "Harry, I don't know what I'll do if you're gone. You promised me, you said you'll never leave me."
Unable to control herself, she placed her head on his chest and started sobbing. "I love you Harry, I do." And she did. She always had, although she had never realized it before. It was only now, when he was unconscious and at the doorstep of death that she could finally admit that. "I've always loved you. I was always worried about you. When you fought Voldermort last year, I cried, thnking you won't be able to make it. But you did. You defeated him - for good. Harry, please wake up."
By now, she was babbling frantically, willing him to wake up. "I love you, you moron. I love you."
"Took you a long time to figure that out," a quiet, familiar voice rang out. Hermoine lashed back her head and stared. Harry gave her a tired and painful smile, his green eyes sparkling brightly. Hermoine hit on lightly on the chest, before apologizing as he winced in pain.
"I'm so sorry. Did it hurt?"
Harry shook his head, giving her a smile. Their eyes locked and Harry gave a small, tentative smile. Hermoine leaned over slowly, and their lips met in a sweet embrace. Neither one had ever experience such a kiss before, especially not Harry since it was his first one. When they finally parted for air, Hermoine looked at him shyly.
"I love you," he whispered to her, ignoring the pain that was shooting up his left arm.
"Go and sleep," she coaxed, as his grip on her hand tightened. Harry shook his head, like a child who had been denied his favourite toy.
"I don't want to. I'm afraid this is all just one of my dreams, and you'll disappear when I wake up."
A simple statement, and yet it bought tears to Hermoine's eyes. She gave him a small smile. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." As if reassure by her reply, Harry nodded, and closed his eyes, welcoming the much needed sleep.
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A/N: Awww.. ! But this is still not the end. Did I mention I'm a really angsty person? This story will continue. Review please please please. The more the better!
A/N: I strike again. This whole nothing-to-do during the holidays is really improving my updating life, huh? =P I'm writing this in the middle of the night; somehow I get more inspiration at 1:37am. =P. OK. I really should stop this pre-story rambling and actually get on with the story right? =P
It's been a week since that fateful day, and the first match of the Quidditch season. While the entire Gryffindor room was bursting with enthusiam, there was a lone figure sitting at one corner of the room. Harry gripped his broom tightly as the whistle blew loudly, signaling for both Quidditch teams to assemble. He led the team to the front of the arena, and turned around, preparing to give his usual pre-match captain speeches. His eyes met Ron's, who gave him a cold glare and quickly turned away. Ron had heard about what happened, and for some weird reason, was upset at Harry too. For the past week, Harry had never felt more alone.
Clearing his throat, he rose to his full six foot two. "All right team. I want a fair game. Put all your differences aside and COOPERATE as team," he enuciated clearly, with a sharp glance at Ron. "Go Gryffindor!"
As they walked out into the stadium, the crowd burst into cheers, or at least the red and gold part of the crowd were cheering. The other part, clad in green and silver, booed. Harry mounted his firebolt and flew up in the air, stopping about fifty feet from the ground. Before long, the match was in full course.
Ron, who was a beater, swooped over and whacked the bludger just before it hit Harry. The two boys looked at each other, and nodded, both agreeing to a temporary truce. As Gryffindor gained more points, Slythein became more desperate, resorting to underhand methods. Katie Bell was knocked off her broom. However, Gryffindor heeded their captain's advice and played fair.
Harry's sharp eyes suddenly caught side of a small little golden ball, a couple of feet below. Immediately, he swooped down so fast that he looked just like the lightning on his forehead. So intent was he on the snitch that he did not notice a body slam right into him - Draco Malfoy. He fell off his broom, and in a wild and desperate action, made a grab for the snitch as he fell.
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Hermoine looked at the Quidditch scene, telling herself that she only went there because of Ron. However, it was very difficult to avoid Harry, who dashed around the stadium like a madman on a broom. As she surveyed the match, Harry swooped down, and with squinting eyes, she realized that he had found the snitch.
Suddenly everything seemed to appear in slow motion. Draco Malfoy knew he would never ever be able to get snitch while Harry was there, and so in desperate measures, he had flung himself full speed at Harry. Harry fell off his broom, his hands grabbing wildly. As Hermoine watched in horror, Harry fell fifty feet towards the soft, muddy ground. As everyone watched in silence, a bludger that had been roaming around slammed into Harry's left arm.
Without a second thought, Hermoine rushed down. Making her way through the gathering crowd, she caught sight of Ron. Opening her mouth to ask Ron about the situation, her voice got caught in her throat. She stopped as she gazed at the barely conscious Harry. His body was sprawled over the floor in an uncomfortable and awkward manner. Blood dripped from his forehead, and his left arm was hung in what looked like a very painful angle. She gasped aloud, unable to stop herself.
Harry opened his eyes, and immediately winced at the pain. He wanted to cry out, but he couldn't. Gathering up all his strength, he opened the palm of his right arm, and revealed the tiny, golden winged ball. He had caught the snitch.
"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wwiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnsssss!" The announcer cried out. Harry gave a small, satisfied smile, before allowing the darkness to engulf him."
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Hermoine sat next to Harry. They were in a private room in the hospital wing. Apparently his injuries were serious enough to award him a private room by himself. Only his close friends were allowed in. Ron had already been to visit, but he had to leave because of detention, hence leaving Hermoine alone with the comatose Harry.
Hermoine swept away her wavy brown hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. She reached over for Harry's hand, which was pale and cool, a huge contrast from his tanned and warm one. "Harry, can you hear me? Please wake up. You're scaring me." There was no response. Hermoine felt her tears rising up. "Harry, I don't know what I'll do if you're gone. You promised me, you said you'll never leave me."
Unable to control herself, she placed her head on his chest and started sobbing. "I love you Harry, I do." And she did. She always had, although she had never realized it before. It was only now, when he was unconscious and at the doorstep of death that she could finally admit that. "I've always loved you. I was always worried about you. When you fought Voldermort last year, I cried, thnking you won't be able to make it. But you did. You defeated him - for good. Harry, please wake up."
By now, she was babbling frantically, willing him to wake up. "I love you, you moron. I love you."
"Took you a long time to figure that out," a quiet, familiar voice rang out. Hermoine lashed back her head and stared. Harry gave her a tired and painful smile, his green eyes sparkling brightly. Hermoine hit on lightly on the chest, before apologizing as he winced in pain.
"I'm so sorry. Did it hurt?"
Harry shook his head, giving her a smile. Their eyes locked and Harry gave a small, tentative smile. Hermoine leaned over slowly, and their lips met in a sweet embrace. Neither one had ever experience such a kiss before, especially not Harry since it was his first one. When they finally parted for air, Hermoine looked at him shyly.
"I love you," he whispered to her, ignoring the pain that was shooting up his left arm.
"Go and sleep," she coaxed, as his grip on her hand tightened. Harry shook his head, like a child who had been denied his favourite toy.
"I don't want to. I'm afraid this is all just one of my dreams, and you'll disappear when I wake up."
A simple statement, and yet it bought tears to Hermoine's eyes. She gave him a small smile. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." As if reassure by her reply, Harry nodded, and closed his eyes, welcoming the much needed sleep.
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A/N: Awww.. ! But this is still not the end. Did I mention I'm a really angsty person? This story will continue. Review please please please. The more the better!