The Cost of Passion
Chapter Two: Fantasy, Quidditch, and Celebration
Harry awoke the next morning, his head still spilling over with thoughts of Hermione. He had an odd feeling in his heart and mind that this would not be an easy thing for him to forget. He had come to a conclusion that he wasn't going to say anything about his off-the-wall dream to Ron or Hermione. He knew that this could only rouse suspicion and most likely question his sanity and intentions for romance or friendship with Hermione.
After lying in bed for a few minutes and pondering his thoughts, he got up and headed toward the bathroom to prepare for the day. With last night's events, he had almost forgotten his obligations for the day. Unbeknownst to him earlier, he had a very important Quidditch match to play in that could very well decide whether or not Harry's team, the Wimbourne Wasps, would make it to the World Cup this year. He took off his glasses and turned on the faucet.
"I don't now why you dreamed that, but you've got to get it off your mind before the match," he said out loud to himself, splashing water on his face. "If you don't, you're going to screw up the match for everyone and be no closer to coming to a solution." He finished cleaning up and changing and went and collected his broom and Wasp robes. He knew that he was now ready to play with a clear, fresh, and Hermione-free mind. Just as Harry was about to leave, someone knocked on his door.
"Who is it?" Harry said before turning the knob.
"It's Ron, mate!" he heard his best friend's voice reply.
Harry opened the door to see Ron standing there with a big grin on his face. Then, Harry noticed that Ron wasn't alone. When he looked next to Ron, his heart almost stopped. There, in all her beauty, stood Hermione. She was wearing a yellow sweater that fit her perfectly and a long denim skirt, and Harry couldn't remember when she had looked better. He could think of no words to say to her. He was gaping open-mouthed at her when she spoke.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she said in her sweet and innocent tone.
"Nothing, it's nothing at all," he quickly replied, trying to hid any hint of emotion in his voice. "Shall we get going? I assume you're both here to cheer me on," he added in a would-be-calm tone. Instead, it turned out nervous.
"Of course, Harry!" Ron added with a laugh, not catching the emotion in his tone.
"We wouldn't miss it, and you know it!" Hermione added happily, giving Harry a warm and friendly hug.
When she did this, it was like fireworks were going off inside his entire body. He had this wonderful feeling coursing through his veins, something that he could not ever remember feeling in the past. When he began to think about it, though, he began feeling like this was an extremely awkward situation since Ron was here, but he only smiled and muttered a vague 'thanks' before disapparating.
"Wonder what's into him today?" Hermione said as she stared at the space that had previously held Harry.
"Dunno," Ron muttered, "maybe it's just pre-match jitters."
¤~Later~¤
He was so happy. He had caught the Snitch. They had won, and now they would be going to the Quidditch World Cup. As she stood there alone on the field with the Golden Snitch clasped in his right first, he could not help but think of how it had all passed in a blur. And somehow, Hermione's face was all that he could think of most of the time now. He knew that he would have to say something to her, eventually. Before he could form his new idea, he saw Fred, George, and Ron running toward him with Hermione not far behind.
"Brilliant Harry!" George yelled.
"Bloody excellent, mate!" Fred said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Harry!" he heard someone call.
Hermione was standing next to Ron, and she was positively glowing. He knew that he could have a moment to talk to her now. Harry smiled at her and started to walk toward her, but before he could say anything, Ron interrupted.
"C'mon Harry," he said. Before he knew it, he was pulled aside by Ron. "There's something that I really want to discuss with you, or tell you, I guess," he quietly said.
Harry wondered what he was talking about, but he only nodded. He knew that it couldn't be something about his dream. He acted completely oblivious to everything, just so Ron would suspect. Then, Ron turned to talk to his brothers. Harry heard them mention something about a big celebration that was starting immediately and would demand Harry's attendance. Ron looked slightly disappointed, but he didn't seem to show it in his voice.
"Never mind about what I said a minute ago," he said. "I'll discuss it with you tomorrow at dinner and Mum and Dad's house."
Harry agreed, but then he wondered why Ron was mentioning dinner. Then, it came to him. He wondered how he could have forgotten Easter dinner at the Weasley's. Then, he felt himself being pulled away by several pairs of hands heading for the victory celebration at the local pub with thoughts of Hermione finally gone from his mind. At least, for a while.
Chapter Two: Fantasy, Quidditch, and Celebration
Harry awoke the next morning, his head still spilling over with thoughts of Hermione. He had an odd feeling in his heart and mind that this would not be an easy thing for him to forget. He had come to a conclusion that he wasn't going to say anything about his off-the-wall dream to Ron or Hermione. He knew that this could only rouse suspicion and most likely question his sanity and intentions for romance or friendship with Hermione.
After lying in bed for a few minutes and pondering his thoughts, he got up and headed toward the bathroom to prepare for the day. With last night's events, he had almost forgotten his obligations for the day. Unbeknownst to him earlier, he had a very important Quidditch match to play in that could very well decide whether or not Harry's team, the Wimbourne Wasps, would make it to the World Cup this year. He took off his glasses and turned on the faucet.
"I don't now why you dreamed that, but you've got to get it off your mind before the match," he said out loud to himself, splashing water on his face. "If you don't, you're going to screw up the match for everyone and be no closer to coming to a solution." He finished cleaning up and changing and went and collected his broom and Wasp robes. He knew that he was now ready to play with a clear, fresh, and Hermione-free mind. Just as Harry was about to leave, someone knocked on his door.
"Who is it?" Harry said before turning the knob.
"It's Ron, mate!" he heard his best friend's voice reply.
Harry opened the door to see Ron standing there with a big grin on his face. Then, Harry noticed that Ron wasn't alone. When he looked next to Ron, his heart almost stopped. There, in all her beauty, stood Hermione. She was wearing a yellow sweater that fit her perfectly and a long denim skirt, and Harry couldn't remember when she had looked better. He could think of no words to say to her. He was gaping open-mouthed at her when she spoke.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she said in her sweet and innocent tone.
"Nothing, it's nothing at all," he quickly replied, trying to hid any hint of emotion in his voice. "Shall we get going? I assume you're both here to cheer me on," he added in a would-be-calm tone. Instead, it turned out nervous.
"Of course, Harry!" Ron added with a laugh, not catching the emotion in his tone.
"We wouldn't miss it, and you know it!" Hermione added happily, giving Harry a warm and friendly hug.
When she did this, it was like fireworks were going off inside his entire body. He had this wonderful feeling coursing through his veins, something that he could not ever remember feeling in the past. When he began to think about it, though, he began feeling like this was an extremely awkward situation since Ron was here, but he only smiled and muttered a vague 'thanks' before disapparating.
"Wonder what's into him today?" Hermione said as she stared at the space that had previously held Harry.
"Dunno," Ron muttered, "maybe it's just pre-match jitters."
¤~Later~¤
He was so happy. He had caught the Snitch. They had won, and now they would be going to the Quidditch World Cup. As she stood there alone on the field with the Golden Snitch clasped in his right first, he could not help but think of how it had all passed in a blur. And somehow, Hermione's face was all that he could think of most of the time now. He knew that he would have to say something to her, eventually. Before he could form his new idea, he saw Fred, George, and Ron running toward him with Hermione not far behind.
"Brilliant Harry!" George yelled.
"Bloody excellent, mate!" Fred said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Harry!" he heard someone call.
Hermione was standing next to Ron, and she was positively glowing. He knew that he could have a moment to talk to her now. Harry smiled at her and started to walk toward her, but before he could say anything, Ron interrupted.
"C'mon Harry," he said. Before he knew it, he was pulled aside by Ron. "There's something that I really want to discuss with you, or tell you, I guess," he quietly said.
Harry wondered what he was talking about, but he only nodded. He knew that it couldn't be something about his dream. He acted completely oblivious to everything, just so Ron would suspect. Then, Ron turned to talk to his brothers. Harry heard them mention something about a big celebration that was starting immediately and would demand Harry's attendance. Ron looked slightly disappointed, but he didn't seem to show it in his voice.
"Never mind about what I said a minute ago," he said. "I'll discuss it with you tomorrow at dinner and Mum and Dad's house."
Harry agreed, but then he wondered why Ron was mentioning dinner. Then, it came to him. He wondered how he could have forgotten Easter dinner at the Weasley's. Then, he felt himself being pulled away by several pairs of hands heading for the victory celebration at the local pub with thoughts of Hermione finally gone from his mind. At least, for a while.