Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match
The day couldn't have been more perfect for the quidditch match. The sun was shining, but it wasn't too bright. The ground was hard so it would give them a good push-off at the start, a lead over the Slytherins.
"Gryffindor, 10 minutes!" called Harry, newly elected captain of Gryffindor, along the House table. Most of the team hurriedly finished up and raced back to the common room to get their things.
"Why aren't you guys going to get your things?" asked a confused Stacy.
"You'll see in a few." replied her boyfriend mysteriously. They continued eating, until only a couple minutes remained for them to get down to the pitch for the match.
"Shall we?" said Ron. "Of course." Harry said. "Come on, Stacy, now you get to see what you were so politely asking about earlier." She rolled her eyes at Hermione, who was watching the conversation with interest.
They walked out onto the lawn just before the entrance hall. "Now, ladies, witness our achievements." and they both cried out, "Accio brooms!"
She looked around, confused for a moment, then she heard a whistling noise, and saw the boys' brooms flew right up to them. They were just mounting when she finally registered what she had seen. "Well, are you coming or not?" asked an impatient Harry.
"Come where?"
"I just asked if you would like a tour of the Hogwarts grounds from the sky. I bet you've never gotten a tour like that before. And," he added, "you get a free ride to the pitch."
He just looked so pathetic sitting on his broom, practically begging for her to ride with him, that she had to laugh. "Oh, alright Harry. But you just looked so funny!"
She was still giggling a little when she got on behind Harry, putting her hands on his waist (A/N: his muscular, well-toned, all around great abs). Harry pushed off of the ground and she gave a small scream of delight, because she had never been on a broomstick before (A/N: she had pretended to be flying on one once when she was little, but never on a real flying broomstick)
"You ok?" asked Harry, shouting a bit to be heard over the wind. She leaned in close to his ear so she wouldn't have to shout. "I'm fine." She was so close that her lips tickled his ear, and when he pulled away and said, "That tickles." he accidently bent low on the broom and caused it to speed up. She actually screamed for real this time, and grabbed his waist so hard that her arms started to hurt and who knows how Harry felt with her like that. Finally, he was able to slow down, but they had gone so fast over the grounds that Stacy still didn't have a clue as to where everything was.
"Since that was a complete disaster, would you like a proper tour, after the match?" asked a wind-swept Harry.
"I would like that a lot." Stacy told him. He looks really cute with his hair all wind-swept like that. It'll probably be even more wind-swept by the time the match is over. She just grinned at him, and walked off to the stands to find a seat.
"I'll be waiting here for that tour when the match is done and you're out of the locker rooms." she yelled back at him. "Good luck!"
"Thanks!" he yelled back at her retreating, and walked into the locker room.
She walked up into the stands with Hermione. "So how are things with you and Ron?" Once she was on the broom with Harry she hadn't registered where Ron and Hermione went; she was too busy hanging on to care.
"They're going really well. Two nights ago we stayed up in the common room talking about stuff. It was really nice just to have some time to ourselves, since the whole school knows that we're going out. We were probably down there until midnight. The peace and quiet said more than he could've possibly put into words. It was amazing." (A/N: and NOT in the perverted way most of you are thinking about, they're not that serious, yet.)
"I'm glad that you're happy. Let's go get seats now before they're all taken up." Stacy said as she grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her towards the stairs. They ran up giggling and glancing at each other until they were seated in the Gryffindor section with the rest of their year next to them.
The game was a shut out match, Gryffindor- 200, Slytherin- 0. All the Gryffindors were singing "Weasley is our King" on the way out of the pitch, celebrating another spectacular victory over Slytherin.
Stacy waited while the rest of her House went back to the common room to have a party to celebrate the win. Harry finally came out, and she was sitting on the grass besides the doorway to the locker rooms. He looked around in bewilderment until he saw her sitting down next to the door. "There you are!" he called.
She looked up. "Hey, I was wondering when you were going to come out."
He looked apologetic. "Sorry, Ron had an extremely long talk to give to us. I came out as soon as I could." He was carrying his broom. He hasn't forgotten, thought Stacy. Good.
"Are you ready to be amazed by the famous Hogwarts grounds?" he asked her with unnecessary formality, giving her his arm to help her onto the broom like it was a limo. She laughed at him as he climbed back onto his broom.
"Hold onto me, just don't squeeze me like you did before. Did you mean to be my corset?" he asked with an evil glint in his eye.
"You would never know in your entire life what one of those felt like, and hopefully, you never will. I'm sorry if I hurt you, it was accidental. You know how fast you were going and that that was my first time on a broom and I was afraid of falling off." She confided to him.
"If you had fallen off, thank god you didn't, I would've dove down to catch you before you hit the ground, even if it meant getting hurt myself."
"Awe, that is so sweet. Thank you Harry. I love you."
"I love you, too, baby." And with that, he began explaining things to her about the grounds. She wasn't really listening, but just enjoying being with him with her head on his shoulder/back, flying over the Hogwarts grounds after a Quidditch match.
The day couldn't have been more perfect for the quidditch match. The sun was shining, but it wasn't too bright. The ground was hard so it would give them a good push-off at the start, a lead over the Slytherins.
"Gryffindor, 10 minutes!" called Harry, newly elected captain of Gryffindor, along the House table. Most of the team hurriedly finished up and raced back to the common room to get their things.
"Why aren't you guys going to get your things?" asked a confused Stacy.
"You'll see in a few." replied her boyfriend mysteriously. They continued eating, until only a couple minutes remained for them to get down to the pitch for the match.
"Shall we?" said Ron. "Of course." Harry said. "Come on, Stacy, now you get to see what you were so politely asking about earlier." She rolled her eyes at Hermione, who was watching the conversation with interest.
They walked out onto the lawn just before the entrance hall. "Now, ladies, witness our achievements." and they both cried out, "Accio brooms!"
She looked around, confused for a moment, then she heard a whistling noise, and saw the boys' brooms flew right up to them. They were just mounting when she finally registered what she had seen. "Well, are you coming or not?" asked an impatient Harry.
"Come where?"
"I just asked if you would like a tour of the Hogwarts grounds from the sky. I bet you've never gotten a tour like that before. And," he added, "you get a free ride to the pitch."
He just looked so pathetic sitting on his broom, practically begging for her to ride with him, that she had to laugh. "Oh, alright Harry. But you just looked so funny!"
She was still giggling a little when she got on behind Harry, putting her hands on his waist (A/N: his muscular, well-toned, all around great abs). Harry pushed off of the ground and she gave a small scream of delight, because she had never been on a broomstick before (A/N: she had pretended to be flying on one once when she was little, but never on a real flying broomstick)
"You ok?" asked Harry, shouting a bit to be heard over the wind. She leaned in close to his ear so she wouldn't have to shout. "I'm fine." She was so close that her lips tickled his ear, and when he pulled away and said, "That tickles." he accidently bent low on the broom and caused it to speed up. She actually screamed for real this time, and grabbed his waist so hard that her arms started to hurt and who knows how Harry felt with her like that. Finally, he was able to slow down, but they had gone so fast over the grounds that Stacy still didn't have a clue as to where everything was.
"Since that was a complete disaster, would you like a proper tour, after the match?" asked a wind-swept Harry.
"I would like that a lot." Stacy told him. He looks really cute with his hair all wind-swept like that. It'll probably be even more wind-swept by the time the match is over. She just grinned at him, and walked off to the stands to find a seat.
"I'll be waiting here for that tour when the match is done and you're out of the locker rooms." she yelled back at him. "Good luck!"
"Thanks!" he yelled back at her retreating, and walked into the locker room.
She walked up into the stands with Hermione. "So how are things with you and Ron?" Once she was on the broom with Harry she hadn't registered where Ron and Hermione went; she was too busy hanging on to care.
"They're going really well. Two nights ago we stayed up in the common room talking about stuff. It was really nice just to have some time to ourselves, since the whole school knows that we're going out. We were probably down there until midnight. The peace and quiet said more than he could've possibly put into words. It was amazing." (A/N: and NOT in the perverted way most of you are thinking about, they're not that serious, yet.)
"I'm glad that you're happy. Let's go get seats now before they're all taken up." Stacy said as she grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her towards the stairs. They ran up giggling and glancing at each other until they were seated in the Gryffindor section with the rest of their year next to them.
The game was a shut out match, Gryffindor- 200, Slytherin- 0. All the Gryffindors were singing "Weasley is our King" on the way out of the pitch, celebrating another spectacular victory over Slytherin.
Stacy waited while the rest of her House went back to the common room to have a party to celebrate the win. Harry finally came out, and she was sitting on the grass besides the doorway to the locker rooms. He looked around in bewilderment until he saw her sitting down next to the door. "There you are!" he called.
She looked up. "Hey, I was wondering when you were going to come out."
He looked apologetic. "Sorry, Ron had an extremely long talk to give to us. I came out as soon as I could." He was carrying his broom. He hasn't forgotten, thought Stacy. Good.
"Are you ready to be amazed by the famous Hogwarts grounds?" he asked her with unnecessary formality, giving her his arm to help her onto the broom like it was a limo. She laughed at him as he climbed back onto his broom.
"Hold onto me, just don't squeeze me like you did before. Did you mean to be my corset?" he asked with an evil glint in his eye.
"You would never know in your entire life what one of those felt like, and hopefully, you never will. I'm sorry if I hurt you, it was accidental. You know how fast you were going and that that was my first time on a broom and I was afraid of falling off." She confided to him.
"If you had fallen off, thank god you didn't, I would've dove down to catch you before you hit the ground, even if it meant getting hurt myself."
"Awe, that is so sweet. Thank you Harry. I love you."
"I love you, too, baby." And with that, he began explaining things to her about the grounds. She wasn't really listening, but just enjoying being with him with her head on his shoulder/back, flying over the Hogwarts grounds after a Quidditch match.