(A/N: Okay, since I'm having so much fun writing this, you better be having
fun reading it! So.here's the third chapter.um, enter: romance. Yep, its
gonna get better in this chapter, or at least more interesting. Again,
everything property of JK Rowling. I'm gonna stop saying that now, cuz u
know, don't you? And this chapter is also SET A WEEK LATER THAN CHAPTER 2.
Okay, plz R&R)
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It was Thursday evening, and Hazel was sitting in the common room with Lavender and Parvati, doing Divination homework. It was after dinner, and just turning dark outside. It had been cloudy all day, and was now raining. Quidditch practice was in fifteen minutes.
Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were sitting across from them, and there seemed to be something going on with them and Parvati and Lavender. They were all especially giggly tonight. Finally, Seamus got up and left. Then Parvati pushed Lavender after him, and Lavender, blushing, flollowed him through the portrait hole.
That was enough for Hazel. She left to get her broom, change into her Quidditch robes, then headed off to the pitch.
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The team assembled, and Angelina (their new captain) gave them a short speech on what they were doing that evening.
"Fred, you and George can practice together, throwing balls for each other to hit," said Angelina.
"Oh, but I wanted to practice with you, sweetie!" said Fred, looking at Angelina with a fake hurt look on his face.
Embarrassment flickered across Angelina's face for a moment; then she regained her composure. "Hazel, I will practice with you and Sarah." Sarah was the new chaser, a sixth-year reserve from last year, and a friend of Cho's.
"Harry?" Angelina continued, "You can practice with Colin Creevey, who has volunteered to throw balls for you. Andy, you can practice with us chasers." Andy was their fourth-year keeper, who, despite his size, could block the quaffle every time. "At seven-thirty, we will all practice together."
The team headed off to their different practice sessions. By half time, it was raining hard, and the pitch was a muddy swamp. They all played hard, and by eight o'clock all were ready to get inside to be warmed and washed.
"Nice job today, team!" said Angelina. "Harry? Could you and Hazel lock the brooms up? Thanks."
Everyone headed in, leaving Hazel and Harry to pick up the brooms. It was dark now, and the only lights were the ones around the Quidditch pitch. They both picked up brooms, and walked over the shed to store them.
"Nice flying today, Harry," said Hazel.
"Thanks. Its kind of hard to see the snitch in this weather though!"
"No kidding!" Hazel replied. "Who was that little Creevey dude helping you out? He looked rather annoying."
Harry laughed. "That's Colin. He's sort of my personal fan club, and it does get annoying sometimes."
"Poor Harry," said Hazel, putting an arm around his shoulder. Harry put on a look of feigned sadness. Then he grinned.
Hazel smiled back. She was facing him now; his bright green eyes focused in on her chestnut ones. She gasped mentally, thinking, I never noticed his eyes before. Or his coal black hair, always falling messily over his head in that adorable way. Wait, stop, what am I thinking?! When did I start thinking of Harry like this?! Does it matter?
He was still looking at her, and getting a little nervous. He was feeling really weird, like Hazel was looking right into his soul. His heart was beating so loud, he was sure she could hear it. What was he supposed to do? When did he start liking Hazel? He could hardly breathe, her face was so close to his.He leaned forward, unsure.
She felt him lean forward, and she did too. Their lips met, and it was like nothing they had ever felt before. Their bodies were on fire, emotion taking over.
Her lips are so soft and sweet, he thought.
He's kissing me; he's actually kissing me. Her mind reeled. But her feelings had taken over, and she kissed him back harder, deepening the kiss.
He could hardly breathe now, but he didn't want to stop! Then she gently broke away, breathing fast. Their eyes met again, and she lifted a hand to caress his cheek. He was breathing just as quickly, and they stood there like that, waiting for their breathing to slow. When it did, Harry just took her hand in his and they both walked back to the school, not speaking, just smiling, the rain falling in sheets around them.
Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: 1...2...3.everyone say "AWW" Yep. Sad, isn't it. What about Draco? you might ask. Well, to answer your question, you'll have to wait for the next chapter.its Oct. 21st 2002, right now.in the story its like Sept 28th 2002.well, I'll put the next chapter up soon. sorry to keep you lovely people waiting.but the more reviews I get, the more compelled I'll feel to writing. Plz review!)
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It was Thursday evening, and Hazel was sitting in the common room with Lavender and Parvati, doing Divination homework. It was after dinner, and just turning dark outside. It had been cloudy all day, and was now raining. Quidditch practice was in fifteen minutes.
Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were sitting across from them, and there seemed to be something going on with them and Parvati and Lavender. They were all especially giggly tonight. Finally, Seamus got up and left. Then Parvati pushed Lavender after him, and Lavender, blushing, flollowed him through the portrait hole.
That was enough for Hazel. She left to get her broom, change into her Quidditch robes, then headed off to the pitch.
***
The team assembled, and Angelina (their new captain) gave them a short speech on what they were doing that evening.
"Fred, you and George can practice together, throwing balls for each other to hit," said Angelina.
"Oh, but I wanted to practice with you, sweetie!" said Fred, looking at Angelina with a fake hurt look on his face.
Embarrassment flickered across Angelina's face for a moment; then she regained her composure. "Hazel, I will practice with you and Sarah." Sarah was the new chaser, a sixth-year reserve from last year, and a friend of Cho's.
"Harry?" Angelina continued, "You can practice with Colin Creevey, who has volunteered to throw balls for you. Andy, you can practice with us chasers." Andy was their fourth-year keeper, who, despite his size, could block the quaffle every time. "At seven-thirty, we will all practice together."
The team headed off to their different practice sessions. By half time, it was raining hard, and the pitch was a muddy swamp. They all played hard, and by eight o'clock all were ready to get inside to be warmed and washed.
"Nice job today, team!" said Angelina. "Harry? Could you and Hazel lock the brooms up? Thanks."
Everyone headed in, leaving Hazel and Harry to pick up the brooms. It was dark now, and the only lights were the ones around the Quidditch pitch. They both picked up brooms, and walked over the shed to store them.
"Nice flying today, Harry," said Hazel.
"Thanks. Its kind of hard to see the snitch in this weather though!"
"No kidding!" Hazel replied. "Who was that little Creevey dude helping you out? He looked rather annoying."
Harry laughed. "That's Colin. He's sort of my personal fan club, and it does get annoying sometimes."
"Poor Harry," said Hazel, putting an arm around his shoulder. Harry put on a look of feigned sadness. Then he grinned.
Hazel smiled back. She was facing him now; his bright green eyes focused in on her chestnut ones. She gasped mentally, thinking, I never noticed his eyes before. Or his coal black hair, always falling messily over his head in that adorable way. Wait, stop, what am I thinking?! When did I start thinking of Harry like this?! Does it matter?
He was still looking at her, and getting a little nervous. He was feeling really weird, like Hazel was looking right into his soul. His heart was beating so loud, he was sure she could hear it. What was he supposed to do? When did he start liking Hazel? He could hardly breathe, her face was so close to his.He leaned forward, unsure.
She felt him lean forward, and she did too. Their lips met, and it was like nothing they had ever felt before. Their bodies were on fire, emotion taking over.
Her lips are so soft and sweet, he thought.
He's kissing me; he's actually kissing me. Her mind reeled. But her feelings had taken over, and she kissed him back harder, deepening the kiss.
He could hardly breathe now, but he didn't want to stop! Then she gently broke away, breathing fast. Their eyes met again, and she lifted a hand to caress his cheek. He was breathing just as quickly, and they stood there like that, waiting for their breathing to slow. When it did, Harry just took her hand in his and they both walked back to the school, not speaking, just smiling, the rain falling in sheets around them.
Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: 1...2...3.everyone say "AWW" Yep. Sad, isn't it. What about Draco? you might ask. Well, to answer your question, you'll have to wait for the next chapter.its Oct. 21st 2002, right now.in the story its like Sept 28th 2002.well, I'll put the next chapter up soon. sorry to keep you lovely people waiting.but the more reviews I get, the more compelled I'll feel to writing. Plz review!)