Disclaimer-- Cruel, cruel world! Why must have J.K thought up Harry before
I did? I could own all this.... but unfortunately I don't.
Author's Note-- I'm sorry that the last chapter was so short and it took forever for me to put this one up. Anyway since I know how eager you are to get to the story I'll shut up now.
All Hermione thought about during classes that day was what would happen tonight when she went to meet Draco. Her mind wondered from Professor Snape's lesson on the many uses of a Useful potion to the letter sitting on the far side of the wall where she had thrown it earlier. She could remember every evil and vile word that was probably going through his head while he wrote it.
Granger,
Who is the Mudblood I see before me? Is she the perfect little know it all who's dating someone he seems to be the bloody best in this school? Or is she that one I seen over the summer? If you want to find out what I know meet me tonight after your perfect duties. I'll be waiting. Ta.
Draco Malfoy
What could he possibly know about her? What? She had ever spent any time with him over the summer, just Viktor and they had broken up then too. Hermione sat in class puzzling this out.
Harry came out onto the Quidditch pitch. He was so glad he had checked everyone on the team schedules and booked a class when they all had free because Ravenclaw had it booked for nearly every evening after school. They must really need the practice or have some very good strategic plans happening. Either way it was biting into his teams practice time so he booked the pitch for whatever chance they could get. He watched his team mount their brooms and he released the balls before mounting his own broom. He watched the Snitch go up above him but decided not to catch it too soon because he wanted to watch his team as they went over their new plan for the game against Hufflepuff next week. Harry knew that Hufflepuff would be a push over but he wanted Slytherin to think that they had had trouble trying to beat them. Which would in turn make Slytherin not worry about training so hard to try and beat them. He hovered high above his team and watched them make a few just good enough passes. Perfect, he thought, good enough to win but bad enough to lose suspicion. He looked down and saw someone sitting down on the stands. He swooped down to see if it was a Slytherin spy but saw that it was Lavender. He flew over and hovered just in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Harry. If you don't want me here I can leave. It's just that when we were talking about Quidditch this morning I really wanted to watch you play." Lavender stood up and leaned over so he could hear her over his team's cheering as they just barely missed a goal. Were they playing bad on purpose?
"Hey no problem...as long as you're not a spy you're welcome to watch. Just don't give away our secrets ok?" He winked and flew off. He was really glad someone cared about Quidditch especially a girl. Hermione didn't.
Lavender watched as Harry took off and began scolding Ginny for scoring too perfect of a goal. She had not missed the look in his eye when they had discussed Quidditch. It was his one true love. Next to Miss Hermione Granger. She didn't deserve a guy so perfect as him. Not one bit.
Hermione crept down the hall quickly and quietly. She didn't want anyone to see her having a midnight rendezvous with Draco Malfoy. For one it was Draco...and two if Harry found out...She quickly buried the thought. Harry loved her there was nothing he would do to devastate their relationship unless they talked it through first. She hoped.
In the Gryffindor common room two figures were up sitting on a couch. Unlike the night before there was no romantic involvement between the two. One could easily tell from their conversation.
"So I went in for the tryouts and they'll tell me how well I've done and what I need to improve on if they call me back for seconds." He lowered his voice slightly. "Which I'm pretty sure they'll do after all my credentials are great plus I'm as good as that Viktor Krum." Harry spat out the word and his companion; Lavender Brown could tell how deep his hatred for his girlfriend's former beau went.
"Of course you will, after all you were the first first year seeker for a Hogwarts house in over a century. You have wonderful credentials, Professor McGonagall even signed your reference papers you'll get on the team." Lavender smiled and gave him a small punch on the arm. "Harry Potter the wonderful Seeker who can still be beat up by a girl." She joked in a commentary like voice.
"Sure thing, Brown. The only thing you can beat me at is predicting my death...and you're still failing at that. Face it hon, you're all talk and no action." Harry gave her a light swipe. Lavender dodged it easy and turned around to face him.
"No action, eh?" She then planted her lips directly on his. He was surprised at first but then quickly returned the kiss with as much force as she had. Harry pulled her up into his lap placing his hands on her waist and Lavender put her arms up around his neck. They pulled apart and looked at each other.
"I suppose you could call that action." Harry drew in a ragged breath. He then realized that he was still holding her on his lap. "Umm...what was that for?"
"I like you Harry. I mean come on who doesn't?" Lavender came up with a brilliant plan to make things a little easier for Harry to comply. She moved her hips slightly back and forth until she got the desired affect. Harry groaned inwardly when he noticed something that made him fairly uncomfortable. "Please Harry? Just for tonight...our little secret." Lavender shifted position so she was right above him. She licked her lips and pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Harry responded by telling himself that this was wrong but kissing her anyway.
Heeheehee I just had to have some romantic involvement in this chappy! Oh by the way guys I'm a little closer to finding out who stole the lemons...I think. Oh well. REVIEW!!
Author's Note-- I'm sorry that the last chapter was so short and it took forever for me to put this one up. Anyway since I know how eager you are to get to the story I'll shut up now.
All Hermione thought about during classes that day was what would happen tonight when she went to meet Draco. Her mind wondered from Professor Snape's lesson on the many uses of a Useful potion to the letter sitting on the far side of the wall where she had thrown it earlier. She could remember every evil and vile word that was probably going through his head while he wrote it.
Granger,
Who is the Mudblood I see before me? Is she the perfect little know it all who's dating someone he seems to be the bloody best in this school? Or is she that one I seen over the summer? If you want to find out what I know meet me tonight after your perfect duties. I'll be waiting. Ta.
Draco Malfoy
What could he possibly know about her? What? She had ever spent any time with him over the summer, just Viktor and they had broken up then too. Hermione sat in class puzzling this out.
Harry came out onto the Quidditch pitch. He was so glad he had checked everyone on the team schedules and booked a class when they all had free because Ravenclaw had it booked for nearly every evening after school. They must really need the practice or have some very good strategic plans happening. Either way it was biting into his teams practice time so he booked the pitch for whatever chance they could get. He watched his team mount their brooms and he released the balls before mounting his own broom. He watched the Snitch go up above him but decided not to catch it too soon because he wanted to watch his team as they went over their new plan for the game against Hufflepuff next week. Harry knew that Hufflepuff would be a push over but he wanted Slytherin to think that they had had trouble trying to beat them. Which would in turn make Slytherin not worry about training so hard to try and beat them. He hovered high above his team and watched them make a few just good enough passes. Perfect, he thought, good enough to win but bad enough to lose suspicion. He looked down and saw someone sitting down on the stands. He swooped down to see if it was a Slytherin spy but saw that it was Lavender. He flew over and hovered just in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Harry. If you don't want me here I can leave. It's just that when we were talking about Quidditch this morning I really wanted to watch you play." Lavender stood up and leaned over so he could hear her over his team's cheering as they just barely missed a goal. Were they playing bad on purpose?
"Hey no problem...as long as you're not a spy you're welcome to watch. Just don't give away our secrets ok?" He winked and flew off. He was really glad someone cared about Quidditch especially a girl. Hermione didn't.
Lavender watched as Harry took off and began scolding Ginny for scoring too perfect of a goal. She had not missed the look in his eye when they had discussed Quidditch. It was his one true love. Next to Miss Hermione Granger. She didn't deserve a guy so perfect as him. Not one bit.
Hermione crept down the hall quickly and quietly. She didn't want anyone to see her having a midnight rendezvous with Draco Malfoy. For one it was Draco...and two if Harry found out...She quickly buried the thought. Harry loved her there was nothing he would do to devastate their relationship unless they talked it through first. She hoped.
In the Gryffindor common room two figures were up sitting on a couch. Unlike the night before there was no romantic involvement between the two. One could easily tell from their conversation.
"So I went in for the tryouts and they'll tell me how well I've done and what I need to improve on if they call me back for seconds." He lowered his voice slightly. "Which I'm pretty sure they'll do after all my credentials are great plus I'm as good as that Viktor Krum." Harry spat out the word and his companion; Lavender Brown could tell how deep his hatred for his girlfriend's former beau went.
"Of course you will, after all you were the first first year seeker for a Hogwarts house in over a century. You have wonderful credentials, Professor McGonagall even signed your reference papers you'll get on the team." Lavender smiled and gave him a small punch on the arm. "Harry Potter the wonderful Seeker who can still be beat up by a girl." She joked in a commentary like voice.
"Sure thing, Brown. The only thing you can beat me at is predicting my death...and you're still failing at that. Face it hon, you're all talk and no action." Harry gave her a light swipe. Lavender dodged it easy and turned around to face him.
"No action, eh?" She then planted her lips directly on his. He was surprised at first but then quickly returned the kiss with as much force as she had. Harry pulled her up into his lap placing his hands on her waist and Lavender put her arms up around his neck. They pulled apart and looked at each other.
"I suppose you could call that action." Harry drew in a ragged breath. He then realized that he was still holding her on his lap. "Umm...what was that for?"
"I like you Harry. I mean come on who doesn't?" Lavender came up with a brilliant plan to make things a little easier for Harry to comply. She moved her hips slightly back and forth until she got the desired affect. Harry groaned inwardly when he noticed something that made him fairly uncomfortable. "Please Harry? Just for tonight...our little secret." Lavender shifted position so she was right above him. She licked her lips and pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Harry responded by telling himself that this was wrong but kissing her anyway.
Heeheehee I just had to have some romantic involvement in this chappy! Oh by the way guys I'm a little closer to finding out who stole the lemons...I think. Oh well. REVIEW!!