'WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING POTTER!' Angelina screamed, her voice echoing loudly through the clear evening air. Regaining concentration, he half heartedly peered around the pitch for the golden speck. Truthfully, he wasn't trying; in the ecstasy of f;ying once again, he could happily soar above the castle for hours, feeling the ind whipping his hair back and leaving his worldly worries back in his school robes. Nobody took the first training session back very seriously, it was more reserved for tiring yourself out to wake up to stiff limbs the next day.
Ignoring the fact he had apotions essay to look forward to on his return to the Common room, he zoomed contentedly around the pitch, oblivious to anything but the feeling of flying.
Reluctantly returning to ground an hour later, he lingered on theempty dark pitch for a minute or so after the other players had entered the changing rooms. He tried to remember standing in that exact spot the last five years of Hogwarts, remembering what life was like then, before Voldemort has arisen last summer. Somehow he couldn't see into his own mind. It was just as dark as the night sky.
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Back in the common room, everyone had gone to bed,exhausted after the first full day back from the holidays. Hermione who had been correcting Ron's homework for him was now waiting for Harry to return from practice. She felt tired and still rather depressed, and didn't go to bed just for the company. The sound of Ron's quill scratching and the warmth of the fire were comforting and she found herself closing her eyes and resting her head...just for a minute...only resting her eyes....
In the midst of his thoughts of Apocalyptic predictions on the early centuries, Ron felt a warm weight fall onto his shoulder. Looking down, afraid to move,he saw Hermione's closed eyes beneath her frizz of hair, and he gently tucked it behind her ear. Exposing her hair fully from its normal bushy surroundings, he thought 'aww' to himself at her gently fluttering eyelids. Putting his work aside, he slowly turned to face her, resting her head on his chest, and threw his coat over her curled up legs. She awoke, sleepily staring up at himthrough her fringe, and felt an involuntary ripple of shock course through her. Ron looked down at her, saw her tired brown eyes boring into his, and felt himself being lulled towards her by an invisible force. Placing his hand gently on her chin, he gave her the smallest and softest kiss on the lips.In a haze of tiredness, sadness and confusion, Hermione pulled herself upwards, and closed her eyes as her lips met Ron's, and she felt his arms close around her. Caught up in the moment, she opened her mouth slightly, hands on the back of his neck,pulling him towards her, the only feeling of love she had felt in ages and she was desperate to hang onto it.
Harry, muling over his essay plan in his head as he trundles back to the Common room,muttered the passwork to the fat lady and stepped past the portrait. What he saw made him freeze. Across an armchair, buried under a coat, his two best friends were wrapped arround eachother, attached at the mouths, like a couple in love who had been missing eachother greatly.
Quietly, Harry tiptoed to the boys dormitory stairs and taking care not to disturb them, quietly closed the door and went to bed.
Ignoring the fact he had apotions essay to look forward to on his return to the Common room, he zoomed contentedly around the pitch, oblivious to anything but the feeling of flying.
Reluctantly returning to ground an hour later, he lingered on theempty dark pitch for a minute or so after the other players had entered the changing rooms. He tried to remember standing in that exact spot the last five years of Hogwarts, remembering what life was like then, before Voldemort has arisen last summer. Somehow he couldn't see into his own mind. It was just as dark as the night sky.
centre***/centre
Back in the common room, everyone had gone to bed,exhausted after the first full day back from the holidays. Hermione who had been correcting Ron's homework for him was now waiting for Harry to return from practice. She felt tired and still rather depressed, and didn't go to bed just for the company. The sound of Ron's quill scratching and the warmth of the fire were comforting and she found herself closing her eyes and resting her head...just for a minute...only resting her eyes....
In the midst of his thoughts of Apocalyptic predictions on the early centuries, Ron felt a warm weight fall onto his shoulder. Looking down, afraid to move,he saw Hermione's closed eyes beneath her frizz of hair, and he gently tucked it behind her ear. Exposing her hair fully from its normal bushy surroundings, he thought 'aww' to himself at her gently fluttering eyelids. Putting his work aside, he slowly turned to face her, resting her head on his chest, and threw his coat over her curled up legs. She awoke, sleepily staring up at himthrough her fringe, and felt an involuntary ripple of shock course through her. Ron looked down at her, saw her tired brown eyes boring into his, and felt himself being lulled towards her by an invisible force. Placing his hand gently on her chin, he gave her the smallest and softest kiss on the lips.In a haze of tiredness, sadness and confusion, Hermione pulled herself upwards, and closed her eyes as her lips met Ron's, and she felt his arms close around her. Caught up in the moment, she opened her mouth slightly, hands on the back of his neck,pulling him towards her, the only feeling of love she had felt in ages and she was desperate to hang onto it.
Harry, muling over his essay plan in his head as he trundles back to the Common room,muttered the passwork to the fat lady and stepped past the portrait. What he saw made him freeze. Across an armchair, buried under a coat, his two best friends were wrapped arround eachother, attached at the mouths, like a couple in love who had been missing eachother greatly.
Quietly, Harry tiptoed to the boys dormitory stairs and taking care not to disturb them, quietly closed the door and went to bed.