Disclaimer: JKR owns most of the characters featured in my story, I just
put them in compromising positions hehehe
A/N: Patience my dears, you can't rush these things. I also have to thank Elbereth, grrbaby and madam-pyro for contributing their dirty ideas into this story, I just make them more dirtier hehehe (bad Fi bad Fi)
Chapter 5: Warning: Hormones Racing
Before leaving lunch with Hermione's large book, Harry made his way towards his Quidditch team. He quoted the times and dates which they would start their first Quidditch practice of he year. Harry promised he would not act like the obsessed Gryfindor captain from four years ago, Oliver Wood.
The Gryfindor Quidditch team consist of Harry Potter - captain and seeker, Ronald Weasley - keeper, Elissa Crockford - chaser and sixth year prefect, Ginny Weasley - chaser, and Katie Sparks - chaser.
"Practice will be held tonight on the Quidditch field, and we will have to work harder than ever if we are to be guarantee a first position in the House Cup...and because we are two players short," Harry said the last bit a tad fast.
"What?!?!?!?!" the team glared at Harry.
"I assure you I'll find our replacement beaters soon," Harry trailed off.
"Yeah you better Harry, I am not working harder because we have non- existent beaters," Katie explained.
"Our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw is coming up in a months time and we need to practice as a 'whole' team," Ginny made a perfectly rational point.
"Shut up Ginny, if Harry says he will find our beaters then he'll find them," Ron believed Harry but Harry wasn't sure he believed in himself.
"Why don't you all shut up, Harry won't disappoint us, right Harry?" Elissa smiled and began to walk to he next class.
Harry didn't know what to do; he gulped and croaked "Right."
~~~
Harry left the night's dinner early and headed down to the Quidditch field for a bit of flying. Flying was the only tactic that would make every trouble of Harry's fly away, but tonight the walk towards the field was full of anxiety and the disappointment of his team was weighing on his shoulders.
Two figures occupied the sky above the Quidditch field. Harry watched in amusement at the techniques that the two processed. Harry drew near as the two directed their broomsticks towards him. They arrived and disembarked off their brooms and ran over.
"Harry!!!" this voice could only be Colin Creevy with his little brother following behind. Harry forced a smile.
"Hello Colin, Dennis," Harry smiled weakly.
"Oh you practicing? Can we watch?" Dennis was half hyperventilating.
"We've got our cameras, maybe we can get a snapshot of you on a broomstick," Colin held up his camera. Harry was afraid of this as the two Creevy's were obsessed with taking photos, especially those with Harry involved, and they would take their cameras everywhere they went and tonight the cameras weren't safe on the Quidditch stand but were still strapped around their necks.
"How did you fly with the cameras around your necks?" Harry was wishing the cameras had fallen off during flying.
"Oh we're naturals," Colin explained.
"I see you have a lot of upper body strength," Harry examined the two closely. "Have you considered playing Quidditch for Gryfindor? Because we are two players short and it looks to me that you two are perfect for the positions I have open...only if you really want to though."
"REALLY!?!?!?!" they screamed.
"Yeah, instead of watching us practice, why don't you join our practice session tonight in about two hours time, we'll test you out then, okay?" Harry was beginning to feel captain like.
"Oh really, are you serious, wait until mum hears about this, we'll be there," Dennis squealed.
"Great see you soon then," Harry waved as he watched the two mousy hair boys retreat to the Hogwarts castle.
Harry straddled his ole Firebolt and push off the ground. The breeze swept through his hair and mingled with his robes. The pressure was taken off him completely after the recruiting of the two last players for Gryfindor Quidditch team, but there was not guarantee that the two brothers would be able to perform with the team.
Harry practiced his move once or twice perfecting each one easily until he spotted a blonde hair figure holding a broomstick. Harry squinted to clear the blurred image of the figure to identify them.
"Dangerous flying alone, lucky I'm here," a cold voice sounded from the figure, it was undoubtedly Malfoy. Harry's lip curled.
"What are you doing here Malfoy? I've booked this field for tonight!" Harry was furious.
"Umm...correction, you've booked it for 8'o'clock, and it's definitely not that time yet," Draco was right, even if Harry had a comeback. "Isn't your broom working, Potter? Quite unlike my beauty," Draco pointed to his shiny broom, which was marked with silver lettering Ferocity.
"My broom can out do ours any day, Malfoy,' Harry replied as Draco pushed off the ground and came up level with Harry.
"Care to prove that?"
"Why not?"
The two brooms were side by side, hovering in midair.
"GO!!!" they both shouted and the brooms shoot from their positions. The two brooms accelerated and soon Harry's broom had taken over. Malfoy egged his broom on and once again was next to Harry.
"Care to make this a little more interesting?" Draco smirked at Harry. Draco drove his broom towards Harry and crashing into him. This was what Draco called interesting. Draco kept knocking Harry out of control. Malfoy made one more collision that sent Harry careering to the left and had knocked Draco off of his broom. His body plummeted to the ground.
"Malfoy!!" Harry watched Draco's body fall and flew towards him.
Harry flew past the Quidditch stands and made his way as quick as possible to the falling body. Harry reached out and grabbed a hold of Draco as he fell past. Harry held on to his broom with his leg but they were slipping with only metres from the ground. His legs gave way and both Harry and Draco made their way towards the ground.
THUD.
Harry had landed on top of Draco.
"Did you hurt anything?" Harry questioned, lifting his chest away from Draco's.
"Nothing important."
The two laid there in the middle of the Quidditch field. They made eye contact and unexpected feelings were brought to mind. Draco looked deeply into Harry. Draco smirked with accompanied eyebrow movements. Harry's lip quivered. Draco closed the gap between Harry and brought his head towards Harry, his lips parted. Draco grabbed a hold of Harry's robes and pull Harry closer toward him. Their lips were about to bridge the gap, it was never meant to be.
"Draco!!!" Two voices echoed from across the Quidditch field, unmistakably the low characteristics of Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco dropped his head away from Harry's and his attitude changed.
"Get the hell off me Potter!" Draco shouted loud enough for Crabbe and Goyle to hear. "What are you trying to do, molest me?" Draco pushed a reluctant Harry from his body. "We shall continue this some other time?" Draco smirked under his breath.
Harry dusted himself off and returned his broom to his hand "Accio Firebolt." Harry snarled at the two Slytherins that helped a battered Draco to his feet. Harry watched the three make their way towards the castle. Malfoy looked back at Harry and winked.
*Did he just wink at me? * Harry thought to himself.
~~~
Practice occurred an hour later and all of the team had arrived with broomsticks in hand.
"Right, team, I have found our team beaters," Harry liked the extra attention he was receiving from his team. "Our beaters are Colin and Dennis Creevy," Colin and Dennis emerged from behind Harry and waved.
"Are you joking??" Ginny gave a disgusted snarl when Colin winked in her direction.
"No, no I'm not joking, why don't you judge for yourselves?" Harry smiled.
The team strolled from the change rooms to the Quidditch field. Eager to show their skills to the untrained Creevy's.
Two hours later, Harry did not need to convince his team that he had made an excellent decision as the two Creevy's sowed their move and Ginny even smiled flirtatiously at Colin.
"HARRY!!!" what? An interruption in their first practice. Harry looked down to see standing on the field, it was none other than Oliver Wood.
"Oliver!" Harry smiled and set his broom course towards Oliver while the other team-mates followed.
"How have you been Harry? I just came to check on how my seeker is managing his team," Oliver beamed his smile towards the others, Elissa and Katie giggled uncontrollably.
Oliver continued with his hint and tips and to the extreme started giving "Harry's" team instructions and took over
"Now this is what we do..." Oliver began.
"Oliver.." Harry a wee bit frustrated.
"and you have to continue with that technique until..."
"Oliver,"
"because Ravenclaw has this player you have to..."
"OLIVER!! This is my team," Harry finally stopped the obsessed Quidditch man.
"Oh sorry, did I do it again, did I take on my Quidditch persona? I got carried away," it wasn't the first time.
"YES," the team replied, except Elissa and Katie who were in a trance probably happened the instant Oliver started talking.
The team made their way back towards the Hogwarts castle after the change rooms and left Oliver to discuss captaining issues with Harry. Harry was relieved when there was a knock on the change room doors. Hermione entered.
"Hello Hermione, long time no see," Oliver smiled.
"Yes, a very long time indeed."
"Well I got to go, I might see you later, maybe at your Hogsmeade visit, bye," Oliver left the change rooms but had left Harry a pile of books and plans on how to captain Quidditch.
"Can I help you Hermione?"
"I was just wondering if you had finished using my muggles studies book?"
"OH...sorry I left it in my dorm."
"Don't worry then,"
"Hermione; question...I thought you dropped Muggle studies?"
"Yeah I did but with a teacher such as Sir David Attenborough, I didn't want to miss the opportunity, why don't you come around to my dormitory to return my book?" Hermione explained.
"Yeah okay what's the password?"
"Password is 'crackpot',"
"I see, okay thanks....would you be able to help me put all this into the locker?" Harry pointed towards the pile Oliver had given him.
Hermione reluctantly agreed.
Outside a curious Draco Malfoy had appeared, probably to continue that liaison with Harry. He peered into the change room window in hope to glimpse a half naked Harry Potter. But to his ears content he picked up something peculiar.
"Hermione push it in!!"
"There not enough space!"
"Put it in upside down!"
"Ouch you're hurting me Harry!"
"Sorry try this way!!"
"It's too big, it won't fit,"
"Yes it will, push harder!!"
Draco stood there at the window trying to position himself so he could see what was going on between Harry and Hermione. Draco's heart sank; Harry chose a mudblood over him. Jealousy was aroused in his mind. He stalked off.
A/N: Okay another chapter up, this chapter was too long so I decided to include the rest of this chapter in chapter 6 or in other words my fingers ain't typing no more. So please review my fingers need them. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW
A/N: Patience my dears, you can't rush these things. I also have to thank Elbereth, grrbaby and madam-pyro for contributing their dirty ideas into this story, I just make them more dirtier hehehe (bad Fi bad Fi)
Chapter 5: Warning: Hormones Racing
Before leaving lunch with Hermione's large book, Harry made his way towards his Quidditch team. He quoted the times and dates which they would start their first Quidditch practice of he year. Harry promised he would not act like the obsessed Gryfindor captain from four years ago, Oliver Wood.
The Gryfindor Quidditch team consist of Harry Potter - captain and seeker, Ronald Weasley - keeper, Elissa Crockford - chaser and sixth year prefect, Ginny Weasley - chaser, and Katie Sparks - chaser.
"Practice will be held tonight on the Quidditch field, and we will have to work harder than ever if we are to be guarantee a first position in the House Cup...and because we are two players short," Harry said the last bit a tad fast.
"What?!?!?!?!" the team glared at Harry.
"I assure you I'll find our replacement beaters soon," Harry trailed off.
"Yeah you better Harry, I am not working harder because we have non- existent beaters," Katie explained.
"Our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw is coming up in a months time and we need to practice as a 'whole' team," Ginny made a perfectly rational point.
"Shut up Ginny, if Harry says he will find our beaters then he'll find them," Ron believed Harry but Harry wasn't sure he believed in himself.
"Why don't you all shut up, Harry won't disappoint us, right Harry?" Elissa smiled and began to walk to he next class.
Harry didn't know what to do; he gulped and croaked "Right."
~~~
Harry left the night's dinner early and headed down to the Quidditch field for a bit of flying. Flying was the only tactic that would make every trouble of Harry's fly away, but tonight the walk towards the field was full of anxiety and the disappointment of his team was weighing on his shoulders.
Two figures occupied the sky above the Quidditch field. Harry watched in amusement at the techniques that the two processed. Harry drew near as the two directed their broomsticks towards him. They arrived and disembarked off their brooms and ran over.
"Harry!!!" this voice could only be Colin Creevy with his little brother following behind. Harry forced a smile.
"Hello Colin, Dennis," Harry smiled weakly.
"Oh you practicing? Can we watch?" Dennis was half hyperventilating.
"We've got our cameras, maybe we can get a snapshot of you on a broomstick," Colin held up his camera. Harry was afraid of this as the two Creevy's were obsessed with taking photos, especially those with Harry involved, and they would take their cameras everywhere they went and tonight the cameras weren't safe on the Quidditch stand but were still strapped around their necks.
"How did you fly with the cameras around your necks?" Harry was wishing the cameras had fallen off during flying.
"Oh we're naturals," Colin explained.
"I see you have a lot of upper body strength," Harry examined the two closely. "Have you considered playing Quidditch for Gryfindor? Because we are two players short and it looks to me that you two are perfect for the positions I have open...only if you really want to though."
"REALLY!?!?!?!" they screamed.
"Yeah, instead of watching us practice, why don't you join our practice session tonight in about two hours time, we'll test you out then, okay?" Harry was beginning to feel captain like.
"Oh really, are you serious, wait until mum hears about this, we'll be there," Dennis squealed.
"Great see you soon then," Harry waved as he watched the two mousy hair boys retreat to the Hogwarts castle.
Harry straddled his ole Firebolt and push off the ground. The breeze swept through his hair and mingled with his robes. The pressure was taken off him completely after the recruiting of the two last players for Gryfindor Quidditch team, but there was not guarantee that the two brothers would be able to perform with the team.
Harry practiced his move once or twice perfecting each one easily until he spotted a blonde hair figure holding a broomstick. Harry squinted to clear the blurred image of the figure to identify them.
"Dangerous flying alone, lucky I'm here," a cold voice sounded from the figure, it was undoubtedly Malfoy. Harry's lip curled.
"What are you doing here Malfoy? I've booked this field for tonight!" Harry was furious.
"Umm...correction, you've booked it for 8'o'clock, and it's definitely not that time yet," Draco was right, even if Harry had a comeback. "Isn't your broom working, Potter? Quite unlike my beauty," Draco pointed to his shiny broom, which was marked with silver lettering Ferocity.
"My broom can out do ours any day, Malfoy,' Harry replied as Draco pushed off the ground and came up level with Harry.
"Care to prove that?"
"Why not?"
The two brooms were side by side, hovering in midair.
"GO!!!" they both shouted and the brooms shoot from their positions. The two brooms accelerated and soon Harry's broom had taken over. Malfoy egged his broom on and once again was next to Harry.
"Care to make this a little more interesting?" Draco smirked at Harry. Draco drove his broom towards Harry and crashing into him. This was what Draco called interesting. Draco kept knocking Harry out of control. Malfoy made one more collision that sent Harry careering to the left and had knocked Draco off of his broom. His body plummeted to the ground.
"Malfoy!!" Harry watched Draco's body fall and flew towards him.
Harry flew past the Quidditch stands and made his way as quick as possible to the falling body. Harry reached out and grabbed a hold of Draco as he fell past. Harry held on to his broom with his leg but they were slipping with only metres from the ground. His legs gave way and both Harry and Draco made their way towards the ground.
THUD.
Harry had landed on top of Draco.
"Did you hurt anything?" Harry questioned, lifting his chest away from Draco's.
"Nothing important."
The two laid there in the middle of the Quidditch field. They made eye contact and unexpected feelings were brought to mind. Draco looked deeply into Harry. Draco smirked with accompanied eyebrow movements. Harry's lip quivered. Draco closed the gap between Harry and brought his head towards Harry, his lips parted. Draco grabbed a hold of Harry's robes and pull Harry closer toward him. Their lips were about to bridge the gap, it was never meant to be.
"Draco!!!" Two voices echoed from across the Quidditch field, unmistakably the low characteristics of Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco dropped his head away from Harry's and his attitude changed.
"Get the hell off me Potter!" Draco shouted loud enough for Crabbe and Goyle to hear. "What are you trying to do, molest me?" Draco pushed a reluctant Harry from his body. "We shall continue this some other time?" Draco smirked under his breath.
Harry dusted himself off and returned his broom to his hand "Accio Firebolt." Harry snarled at the two Slytherins that helped a battered Draco to his feet. Harry watched the three make their way towards the castle. Malfoy looked back at Harry and winked.
*Did he just wink at me? * Harry thought to himself.
~~~
Practice occurred an hour later and all of the team had arrived with broomsticks in hand.
"Right, team, I have found our team beaters," Harry liked the extra attention he was receiving from his team. "Our beaters are Colin and Dennis Creevy," Colin and Dennis emerged from behind Harry and waved.
"Are you joking??" Ginny gave a disgusted snarl when Colin winked in her direction.
"No, no I'm not joking, why don't you judge for yourselves?" Harry smiled.
The team strolled from the change rooms to the Quidditch field. Eager to show their skills to the untrained Creevy's.
Two hours later, Harry did not need to convince his team that he had made an excellent decision as the two Creevy's sowed their move and Ginny even smiled flirtatiously at Colin.
"HARRY!!!" what? An interruption in their first practice. Harry looked down to see standing on the field, it was none other than Oliver Wood.
"Oliver!" Harry smiled and set his broom course towards Oliver while the other team-mates followed.
"How have you been Harry? I just came to check on how my seeker is managing his team," Oliver beamed his smile towards the others, Elissa and Katie giggled uncontrollably.
Oliver continued with his hint and tips and to the extreme started giving "Harry's" team instructions and took over
"Now this is what we do..." Oliver began.
"Oliver.." Harry a wee bit frustrated.
"and you have to continue with that technique until..."
"Oliver,"
"because Ravenclaw has this player you have to..."
"OLIVER!! This is my team," Harry finally stopped the obsessed Quidditch man.
"Oh sorry, did I do it again, did I take on my Quidditch persona? I got carried away," it wasn't the first time.
"YES," the team replied, except Elissa and Katie who were in a trance probably happened the instant Oliver started talking.
The team made their way back towards the Hogwarts castle after the change rooms and left Oliver to discuss captaining issues with Harry. Harry was relieved when there was a knock on the change room doors. Hermione entered.
"Hello Hermione, long time no see," Oliver smiled.
"Yes, a very long time indeed."
"Well I got to go, I might see you later, maybe at your Hogsmeade visit, bye," Oliver left the change rooms but had left Harry a pile of books and plans on how to captain Quidditch.
"Can I help you Hermione?"
"I was just wondering if you had finished using my muggles studies book?"
"OH...sorry I left it in my dorm."
"Don't worry then,"
"Hermione; question...I thought you dropped Muggle studies?"
"Yeah I did but with a teacher such as Sir David Attenborough, I didn't want to miss the opportunity, why don't you come around to my dormitory to return my book?" Hermione explained.
"Yeah okay what's the password?"
"Password is 'crackpot',"
"I see, okay thanks....would you be able to help me put all this into the locker?" Harry pointed towards the pile Oliver had given him.
Hermione reluctantly agreed.
Outside a curious Draco Malfoy had appeared, probably to continue that liaison with Harry. He peered into the change room window in hope to glimpse a half naked Harry Potter. But to his ears content he picked up something peculiar.
"Hermione push it in!!"
"There not enough space!"
"Put it in upside down!"
"Ouch you're hurting me Harry!"
"Sorry try this way!!"
"It's too big, it won't fit,"
"Yes it will, push harder!!"
Draco stood there at the window trying to position himself so he could see what was going on between Harry and Hermione. Draco's heart sank; Harry chose a mudblood over him. Jealousy was aroused in his mind. He stalked off.
A/N: Okay another chapter up, this chapter was too long so I decided to include the rest of this chapter in chapter 6 or in other words my fingers ain't typing no more. So please review my fingers need them. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW