Chapter the 9th

"Harry! You! Have! To! Eat! Are you even listening to me?" cried Hermione.

"Yes Dear..." Harry said without thinking.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Eat."

"No."

This is amusing, thought Harry. He missed this kind of stuff.

"Well, I'm heading down to the Quidditch pitch now to meet Ron."

Hermione got up as Harry did and shoved a slice of toast in his mouth.

"Eat, you!"

"Always looking out for me, eh?"

"If I don't, who will?"

"Ha-ha. Do you want to walk with me to the pitch?"

"Sure. I need to talk to Ron anyways."

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Well......I'm going to do it."

"Do what?"

"Break it off with Ron." said Hermione.

"WHAT?! He'll blow the game!"

"Ok then, I'll tell him afterwards."

"That's another bad idea. If we win, you'll take the fun out of. If we lose, then you'll just make it harder on him."

"I don't care! What am I supposed to do; hand out sweets and flowers and say 'Goodbye Popkin' in a peppy little voice?"

"I see what you mean."

"So, after the game then."

"What about after the game?" came a voice from behind

"Oh, hi Ron!" said Hermione. Harry noticed something. Ron didn't reach for Hermione's hand. He always used to do that. Maybe their break-up really was for the best. And he also didn't give her a hug or a kiss. Maybe he felt the same way she did.

"Hermione? I need to talk to you. Can you go on ahead Harry?" asked Ron.

"Sure." said Harry. He knew what was coming. Ron was going to dump her. Maybe it was better that way. All he could think about now was being able to go out with Hermione. He loved her. That's all there was to it. He loved how she always wore ballerina flats and bow belts, even before they were in style. She was so classic and beautiful. And smart. He loved how she always knew the answers and how she always knew the right thing to say.

He had reached the locker room. He changed into his Quidditch robes. Ron walked in a few moments later, looking a little down. As he sat down he said "That went off better than I thought it would. Hermione actually agreed that we should end it. It's odd."

"Women. You'll never understand them."

"True dat foo."

"What?"

"I heard it on a muggle music box. I think their called 'vadios'.

"Radios. Their called radios."

"Oh. I knew that."

"Alright!" said a voice from the girl's locker room doorway. "Let's go out there and show those Ravenclaws just who is getting the cup this year!" Alicia Spinnet stood in the locker room, delivering the traditional per-game speech. Hers had always been particularly violent. They usually contained phrases such as 'beat them to a bloody pulp' and 'stab them with their own broom handles'. It was usually worse when they played Slytherin, though. "Now let's go!"

They left the locker rooms and went onto the field. Harry mounted his broom and took off at the whistle. Not 5 minutes into the game, he saw the snitch. He zoomed off as fast as his broom could carry him. Cho didn't even know what was going on until it was too late. He had already caught the snitch. He landed amid a roar from the crowd. Hermione and Ron came running toward him.

"Good job Harry!" screamed Hermione

"Hermione, can I talk to you?"

"Sure Harry, what's up?

"Over here." He pulled her away from the crowd. "Hermione, I want to know. Will you go out with me?"

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A/N. There are two endings. If you want to smile, go to the first one. If you want to cry, go to the second one. Or read both. I don't care.