Lee's voice spread across the stands. Although he had graduated last
year, he still came back to announce the Quidditch games. He lived with
Fred and George in a small house in Hogsmeade and was a part owner in their
business.
He announced the Slythering team first and they soared out onto the pitch, Malfoy's face curled in its trademark smirk.
"And now, I give you.....Gryffindor! We have the beaters, Creevey and Creevey! And the chasers, Bell, Weasley, and Finnegan! The keeper, Weasley! And your captain and seeker.....POTTER!"
The stands erupted with noise as Harry flew out, his maroon robes billowing behind him. Hermione took a moment to reflect on her two boys out there.
Ron looked determined while he was out there, always striving to be the best. His moves were short and choppy and he flew with purpose. Harry, however, made it look easy. His moves were graceful and effortless. There was no other word for it. When Harry flew, he was beautiful.
Harry dipped down to shake hands with Malfoy. Their hands had barely touched before each yanked their own back. They nodded curtly at each other and flew to their own team. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of him as Harry gave a quick pep talk, his eyes alight and his gestures wild. Then, the balls were realeased and the game was started.
This year's Gryffindor chasers were exceptional, with Ginny and Seamus filling in Angelina's and Alicia's vacated places. The quaffle flew like mad from chaser to chaser, and soon, Gryffindor was up 40-10.
Hermione alternated watching Harry and Ron during the game. Her eyes stayed glued on Ron though when the Slytherin chasers came tearing down the field at breakneck speed. Ron dove to make the save and..
Suddenly, Hermione caught a flash of maroon out of the corner of her eye. Harry was flying straight toward her, his eyes focused and his face set. His arm was outstretched, his fingers pushed to their furthest. Just when it seemed like he was going to collide straight with Hermione, he pulled back and shot his hand into the air, his fingers clasped around the struggling gold ball.
He smiled at her, his lips starting to form the words "I." but then Lavender's Gryffindor scarf was thrown in the air, blocking him from view. When it fell to the ground, he was gone, already celebrating his win.
Hermione rushed down onto the field, her cloak streaming behind her. She searched for a flash of jet black or red hair. And then, she saw Harry. He was in the center of the circle, but suddenly, he turned and his eyes met hers. He broke into a run, sprinting towards her. When he reached her, his arms swept around her, pulling her off of her feet.
"You won, Harry, you won!" She shouted breathlessly, her voice mixing in with the yells around her.
He spun her around faster and faster before setting her down. And then, all time seemed to stop. All she was aware of was Harry. The snow in his hair and on his glasses, his cheeks red from the game, and his lips drawing ever nearer to hers.
And then, he kissed her. Hermione felt like the ground was shaking beneath her feet and all she could do was clutch Harry. Just as suddenly, he pulled back from her. His face was just as shocked as she was sure her own was.
They stared at each other, neither knowing what to say, for what seemed like an eternity. Then without warning, Hermione felt herself swept off her feet for the second time that day, this time by Ron.
"We won, we won!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He kept spinning her and spinning her, but all she could see was Harry, still staring at her. His face was expressionless. She willed her lips to move, to mouth something, anything. Before she could, however, he had turned. Within seconds, he was gone.
He announced the Slythering team first and they soared out onto the pitch, Malfoy's face curled in its trademark smirk.
"And now, I give you.....Gryffindor! We have the beaters, Creevey and Creevey! And the chasers, Bell, Weasley, and Finnegan! The keeper, Weasley! And your captain and seeker.....POTTER!"
The stands erupted with noise as Harry flew out, his maroon robes billowing behind him. Hermione took a moment to reflect on her two boys out there.
Ron looked determined while he was out there, always striving to be the best. His moves were short and choppy and he flew with purpose. Harry, however, made it look easy. His moves were graceful and effortless. There was no other word for it. When Harry flew, he was beautiful.
Harry dipped down to shake hands with Malfoy. Their hands had barely touched before each yanked their own back. They nodded curtly at each other and flew to their own team. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of him as Harry gave a quick pep talk, his eyes alight and his gestures wild. Then, the balls were realeased and the game was started.
This year's Gryffindor chasers were exceptional, with Ginny and Seamus filling in Angelina's and Alicia's vacated places. The quaffle flew like mad from chaser to chaser, and soon, Gryffindor was up 40-10.
Hermione alternated watching Harry and Ron during the game. Her eyes stayed glued on Ron though when the Slytherin chasers came tearing down the field at breakneck speed. Ron dove to make the save and..
Suddenly, Hermione caught a flash of maroon out of the corner of her eye. Harry was flying straight toward her, his eyes focused and his face set. His arm was outstretched, his fingers pushed to their furthest. Just when it seemed like he was going to collide straight with Hermione, he pulled back and shot his hand into the air, his fingers clasped around the struggling gold ball.
He smiled at her, his lips starting to form the words "I." but then Lavender's Gryffindor scarf was thrown in the air, blocking him from view. When it fell to the ground, he was gone, already celebrating his win.
Hermione rushed down onto the field, her cloak streaming behind her. She searched for a flash of jet black or red hair. And then, she saw Harry. He was in the center of the circle, but suddenly, he turned and his eyes met hers. He broke into a run, sprinting towards her. When he reached her, his arms swept around her, pulling her off of her feet.
"You won, Harry, you won!" She shouted breathlessly, her voice mixing in with the yells around her.
He spun her around faster and faster before setting her down. And then, all time seemed to stop. All she was aware of was Harry. The snow in his hair and on his glasses, his cheeks red from the game, and his lips drawing ever nearer to hers.
And then, he kissed her. Hermione felt like the ground was shaking beneath her feet and all she could do was clutch Harry. Just as suddenly, he pulled back from her. His face was just as shocked as she was sure her own was.
They stared at each other, neither knowing what to say, for what seemed like an eternity. Then without warning, Hermione felt herself swept off her feet for the second time that day, this time by Ron.
"We won, we won!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He kept spinning her and spinning her, but all she could see was Harry, still staring at her. His face was expressionless. She willed her lips to move, to mouth something, anything. Before she could, however, he had turned. Within seconds, he was gone.
