Disclaimer: Yet again, fate has not changed and I still do not own these wonderful characters, except Keirsta. Xander, Holly, Paula, Sean, Alexia, and Kris belong to me. The broom name is mine too. The rest are JK Rowling's.

Chapter Four: Harry and Keirsta, standing in a field K-I-S-S-I-N-G

A couple weeks passed after the pillow fight and I couldn't get the incident off my mind. The embarrassed look in Harry's eyes haunted me. I wasn't that bad, was I?

Since the incident, I had tried to talk to Harry about it, but he avoided any private conversation with me. So you can imagine my surprise when one sunny mild October Saturday morning Harry approached me as I was reading a book on the kera. He cleared his throat and I looked up.

"Hey Harry," I said, setting the book next to me on the chair.

"I..well Ron and I and some other people are going to play a game of Quidditch and I was wondering if you-" I interrupted him. I jumped up and smiled.

"Let me change and get my broom and I'll meet you on the pitch in ten minutes," I said. I hurried upstairs to the dorms. I threw open my trunk and tossing the book in, tore through my clothes. I withdrew a dull orange but comfortable Chudley Cannons sweatshirt and jeans. I quickly changed and stuffing my feet into my boots, slipped my robes back on. I pulled my broom out of my trunk and hurried down the stairs, pulling my hair into a ponytail.

I hustled out to the pitch. Harry and Ron were talking together with Hermione standing impatiently in front of the ball box. Seamus, Ginny, Colin, Xander, and Holly stood huddled in a group. Dean, Paula, Sean, Alexia,Dennis, and Kris and were standing around chatting. I rushed over to Harry.

"Hey. Sorry," I said.

"We were just deciding teams. Have you ever played before?" he asked. I nodded.

"I was Seeker for a team at Arlington." Harry smiled and called to Ron, "Oi Ron. I found you a Seeker." I smiled.

"So you are on Ron's team with Seamus, Ginny, Colin, Holly, and Xander," said Harry. I leaned into him.

"Thanks," I whispered and walked over to Ron. He looked at me.

"So, Keirsta, you have your own broom?" Ron asked.

"Yep!" I held it out for them to see. Ron's eyes grew wide.

"Blimey! Hey, Harry she has a Lightening Flash 7000!" called Ron. Harry and the others were over in a minute. There was a lot of chattering. I smiled and looked at Harry. I sidled over to him.

"You can ride it sometime if you want," I whispered, deciding to plunge headlong in. He looked at me with wide eyes. I winked and turned back to the teams.

"So let's play some Quidditch," I said. Ron agreed and Hermione got the balls ready. She looked irritated. She whispered to me, "They made me."

"I'm sorry," I said as I mounted my broom. I turned to Harry.

"Ready to eat defeat, Potter?" I asked.

"Whatever Grant," he returned. The balls were let go and I saw the Snitch fly out of sight. I flew up and looked around for the ball. I saw Ron, playing Keeper, hit the Quaffle away. I ducked as it flew through where my head had been. I turned and glared at Ron. He smiled and shrugged. I scanned the horizon and my gaze landed on Harry. I let my eyes wander on his figure. From the unfastened status of his robes, I could tell he was wearing Muggle garments, a sweatshirt and jeans. I sighed. 'He really did look good, nice and lean and..hey Grant! Mind out of the gutter! Not a good place to think about-' I shook my head and looked elsewhere. 'Think of something else..Filch in a Speedo! Ick!' I shuttered and watched Ginny hit a Bludger away. I sat for a while thinking and looking.

Then I saw it. The flash of golden caught my eye. I had spotted the Snitch. Unfortunately so did Harry. We sped towards the small golden ball. We pressed forwards. I noticed as I extended my hand that Harry's broom faltered. My hand enclosed on the ball. I held it up and called, "Got it!" My team cheered. Harry stopped next to me.

"Nice job!" he said. I placed my hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, a vision of Harry carrying me hit me and I jerked backwards. I pitched back, flipping over my broom. My hand shot out and grabbed the handle. I was hanging from one arm as my friends looked at me strangely.

"What was that?" asked Harry, peering over at me. I smiled weakly. What could I say?

"Ta-da!" was all I said, causing everyone to laugh. Ron was behind me and helped me up. We put the balls away and headed back to the castle. Suddenly, I thought of something, to when I caught the Snitch. His broom had faltered. Harry Potter did not falter in Quidditch. He had let me win. I grabbed his arm. He stopped and the rest of the group continued inside.

"What, Keirsta?" he asked. I placed my hands on my hips.

"Harry Potter, you let me win!" I exclaimed. He looked surprised at me.

"No I didn't," he said, but I could tell with my heightened senses he was lying.

"Yes, you did! You faltered and-" Suddenly he did the last thing I expected. He kissed me. I was surprised, I don't know why, to find he was a great kisser. His lips caressed mine and I found myself kissing him back. Suddenly, he jerked back and started away. 'Oh no you don't,' I thought. I grabbed his wrist and swung him to me.

"You can't get away from me that easily, Harry," I said. I kissed him this time. When we pulled away, he looked at me.

"What does this mean?" he asked. I took a deep breath.

"Harry, will you be my boyfriend?" I asked. He cracked a smile and started laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked, incensed.

"I thought I should be the one asking it," he said, shrugging.

"This is the twentieth century and I am an independent lady," I said, smiling and he laughed again. He took my hand and we walked, hand-in-hand to the castle

A/N: Sorry such a short chappie but I needed to get this out. Also, any names in the Quidditch game that are not familiar are made-up Gryffindors.

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