Sorry I didn't get this out sooner, but I've had writers block (Now completely cured) and a bombardment of new ideas. Let alone the fact that I had my cousins over for 4 and 1/2 weeks and it was my birthday a few days ago and Yu-Gi-Oh the Movie is scheduled to be released any time soon. It's total rubbish though! So yeh, here you are, I've got everything planned out so don't worry, nothing left ot stand in my way and I still have 3 weeks of holiday left, so smile! :-)
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Review Responses:-
Seren Lunar Echo - It's good to know you're enjoying the story
Glitter Flutterby - Sorry I couldn't update sooner for you, sorry about Australia, this has no reflection on my opinion of the country. I really want to visit Australia. Oh well...maybe next summer.
Black mage of Darkness - Can't help it with the typos, soz if they are annoying, I am trying really hard to fix it.
pudding - Yay! thanx
Aeden Hale - I'm happy you liked it, it was the only way I could think off that could get Harry on the pitch without making it too cliché. Anywayz, what's wierd is I don't like to read Ron x Hermione, more a Draco or Harry fan but I write it. It's odd.
Kiki Smythe - Well, here's the reaction and my other HP SM x-over was rubbish, badly written and I dragged it out too much.
Heero's Bunny - It's not actually the favourite thing, it's just that I want Harry to thrash Krum and give Usagi a reason to challenge him...so, beat Usagi and then beat Krum. Seemed good at the time. Please review again and tell me what you think.
Uh-Oh - I've written, I've written, happy now?
Eternal Cosmos - bows to mistress of SM HP X-over fanfiction Hope you enjoy the chapter, sorry I couldn't favour Usagi, wanted to, but it didn't fit the plot. Soz! Anyway, they're not quite in love, Harry is but for Usagi...well let's just say it's a challenge. :-)
AznMetalHeadGurl - He's the next chappie, sorry I can't use big words.
Kilandra - Well here's the next chapter, I'm flattered you think it's magnificent.
Sugar sweet - Thanx
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Hermione had her hands pressed eagerly against the glass that separated her from the field, Ron had his arms looped lazily around her waist, "Oh how I wish this glass would go away, I want to be able to cheer Harry on properly," Hermione whined.
"Surely you know a," Ron was about to say 'spell' but before the words left his mouth the glass vanished. Hermione gasped and fell forward, her arms flailed, if it hadn't been for Ron she might have topped forth onto the crowd below. Suddenly one of her earrings came loose and fell to the floor.
"My earring," Hermione gasped.
"Get back you two," Lupin said calmly while he chuckled.
Suddenly Ron and Hermione heard a yelp and both leaned over the edge of their box to see a blonde boy rubbing his head. The blonde looked up, his grey eyes locking onto Hermione, her earring clutched in one of his hands.
"Mudblood," he growled.
"Malfoy," Hermione gasped, but she soon regained her composure and glared heatedly at her yearly nemesis, "what are you doing out in public without your precious father?"
A lot of people had by this point turned to stare as the two exchanged heated looks and worsening insults. One witch, holding the hand of an eight-year-old, actually yelled "If you don't mind, there are children present," she said.
"Go get some," Draco glowered at her; she looked affronted and promptly proceeded to lead her child away.
"And it would appear that a last minute seeker has been assigned to the English Team, wait, what's this, HARRY POTTER? Could it be the boy-who-lived here? If your there Harry give us a lap!"
Harry blushed from where he sat on his broomstick; he obediently, slowly circled the pitch causing one batch of girls squeal and wave at him. One feinted when he waved back. He shivered though, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the crowd he couldn't shake off the fact that he was being watched.
---The others---
"WHAT?" Draco yelled; his voice almost at cracking point, "Potter? On a national team?"
"What's the matter Malfoy," Ron taunted, "jealous?"
"Weasel?" Draco growled, "How could you afford seats like those?"
"Oh well," Ron grinned, "we have…" he trailed off.
"Connections," Hermione replied grinning, she high-fived Ron where Malfoy couldn't see.
"Stop it now you two, I think Harry needs our support right now," said Lupin from where he had sat patiently in the background all this time.
"Yeh, I guess," Ron sighed, "But I am never going to forget the look on that ferret's face."
"Oh Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head playfully, hands fixed on her hips.
---Harry---
His black hair flew about him in the wind; he looked around to find one pair of stunning blue eyes looking at him in a calculative manner. He watched her long blonde hair float serenely around her as if placed there to look perfect. She was definitely beautiful.
Then the whistle sounded, it took a moment for Harry to realise that the game had begun and he had to find the Snitch, he just had to.
He began to search the pitch; the crowds roar turning def in his ears, as he tried to find the Snitch. However, he couldn't help but periodically turn his gaze to Usagi Tsukino who was completely ignoring him in favour of Snitch hunting.
"What's this, Usagi Tsukino going for the Snitch?"
Harry snapped back to reality as he saw the blonde dive, he streaked after her, falling in beside her, they were metres form the ground and closing in fast, "Ja ne Potter." With that she pulled up and away leaving Harry to plummet to the ground.
Harry's eyes widened as he realised she'd tricked him, he pulled up vertically, the crowd made 'ooh' and 'ah' sounds of appreciation.
"And after another attempt to take out the English seeker, Miss Tsukino hasn't come out victorious!"
"Yeh, GO HARRY!" Hermione called.
"Knock 'em dead mate!" Ron shouted after her.
Lupin just grinned and clapped his hands, saying quietly to himself, "Well done Harry."
His black hair blew about him in the wind; his dark eyes scanned the playing field wildly as he pushed he glasses up his nose.
Harry brushed his dark hair out of his eyes, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose allowing him to see the pitch better.
There was a glimmer of gold, the wind roared in his ears as he rushed across to where the gold had been seen.
Harry saw a twinkle near the other end of the pitch; he turned his broom and hastily made his way for it.
He had it in his sites; he could here his friend's cheering, but he was distracted by a Bludger that nearly knocked him in the head.
Harry was pressed against his broom, trying to make it go faster and hoping that he wouldn't be noticed by Usagi. Despite the cries of his friend's that were pouring into his ears the unmistakable whizzing sound did not escape his notice. He looked to the side to see a Bludger streaked towards him, a magical purple mist trailing slightly behind it.
Harry's eyes widened and he swung himself to the right; he ended up upside down in the air but the Bludger went straight over his broom.
It soared away from him and knocked a member of the opposing team clean off there broom, one of his chasers grabbed the Quaffle and send him a flashing grin.
Harry watched in amusement as it hit one of the opposing chasers in the head, they were left hanging by one hand to there broom as Chelsea grabbed the Quaffle. She had enough time to send him a thumbs up and a wink before she was off up the pitch.
He looked up hopefully only to be disappointed by discovering that the once present Snitch had already disappeared
---The Others---
"Just like James," Remus thought a smile curving at the edge of his lips.
---Harry---
He began circling the pitch once more, then suddenly, "And Tsukino is going for the Snitch, what's Potter going to do now?" Harry's eyes caught site of the blonde as she sped up almost vertically, he growled and shot towards her. He was gaining, him being with the wind and her against therefore slowing her down despite the equal powers of their brooms. Or at least, Harry thought they were equal.
He didn't go for the Snitch, instead, more to boost his ego than anything he flew in front of her and cut her off. She realised he wasn't going to move and tried desperately to stop her broom, she didn't want to risk braking it. The end smashed, with enough force to wind him, into Harry's stomach. He lunged forward and due to their edge of the broom positions his head went straight into her breasts.
"Bakayarou!" she cried indignantly and grabbed him by the back of the head by his hair. He yelped as he felt the pull and drew back on his own. She was glaring at him fire in her cerulean eyes.
A whistle blew and both seekers looked at the referee, "Penalty to the English for manhandling their seeker!" He blew his whistle again and Harry grinned, Usagi's hand clutched tighter at his hair as if trying to cause him pain now.
"Sorry," he gulped when he saw how angry she was.
She sneered down at him.
"Potter what are waiting for, get going!" Andrew yelled at him, they'd just scored as well.
"Oh yeh, right," he laughed nervously, "got to go," he grinned at Usagi and took off, speeding round the Pitch at a considerable height, his eyes scanning over every inch of the pitch below him.
"Baka," Usagi murmured before doing the same a rogue smile on her lips.
It took Harry every piece of determination in him to get himself to concentrate on the match. His nose was filled with her sent, his ears ringing with the sound of her voice; his nerve ends were alive from where he had felt her skin and her hand in his hair. Images of her impending bosom flashing before his eyes every so often, he sighed contentedly and then grinned madly.
His eyes focused, his body pressed flush against his broom, hands gripping it tighter than ever, his legs locked around it his feet brushing against the tail end. He sped towards the Snitch, only a metre away, he stretched out his arm, he felt his fingers brush the cool golden metal and the fluttering wings tickled his palm.
Suddenly he tackled, but it looked like an accident, as Usagi made a grab for the Snitch. Both rolled off their brooms. Harry landed on his back, he winced as his head slammed against a rock, Usagi landed on top of him, her eyes closed.
"What's this, what's happened to the seekers?"
Harry noticed a dribble of blood run down Usagi's forehead, "MEDIC!" he cried out. Three healers rushed onto the field to attend to the pair, one male and one female began to attend to Usagi. The other, a female came over to Harry.
She picked up his wrist to feel his pulse and gasped. In all the excitement Harry had forgotten about the Snitch still firmly clasped in his right hand. Japan was about to score when…
"And Harry Potter has caught the Snitch the match is over, England wins 270 to 60 giving them 110 points!!! Well done Potter!!!"
The crowd cheered, and Harry watched as millions of wizard and witches alike jumped to their feet. Roaring, cheering and clapping, Chelsea landed beside him and fell to her knees to hug him tightly. He gasped as he was crushed against her chest.
"Well done Harry," the messy haired boy looked up, fixing his askew glasses to see Andrew holding out a hand to him. Harry took it and his new captain pulled him to his feet. Ed and Charlie clapped him on the back.
"Say Harry," he turned back to Andrew, "how would you like to play against Bulgaria?" Amelia smirked.
"You mean," Harry gulped, "against Viktor Krum."
"Yeh," Andrew said.
"Yeh okay but," Harry moved past them to where Usagi was sitting up with a bandage round her head.
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"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Hai," she said looked away from him.
"You're really good you know," he said.
She looked at him and for an instant he though he saw her smile and his heart soared, "Arigatou Potter-san," she held out her hand, he shook it, "Yoku Dekimashita."
He blushed, "Um, thanks."
"Usagi-chan," one of the Japanese players called.
"Matte mina," she called back, "Ja ne Potter-san," she kissed him on the cheek and was gone, Harry went red.
"Looks like someone's landed himself a girl," Chelsea teased, Harry didn't reply.
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"Oh Harry you were fantastic," Hermione squealed as she glomped the boy-who-lived.
"Good on ya mate," Ron cheered.
"You could give your father a run for his money," Remus told Harry, who was already grinning, grinned wider.
"What are you on Remus, James couldn't keep up with this kid even if he had a Firebolt," Amelia said squeezing Harry's shoulders.
"Oh Harry, guess who we saw," Hermione said, her eyes bright.
"It was so funny.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Malfoy," Ron said.
"You're kidding," Harry accused a grin spreading over his face, "what's the ferret do this time?"
"Well when you're name was announced he went ballistic, it was amazing," Ron started and so Harry learned of what had happened.
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Bulgaria played Brazil and it was neck and neck but the seeker for Brazil didn't last and Krum caught the Snitch.
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"With a total of 350 to 200 Bulgaria wins with a total of 150 points thanks to Viktor Krum. This not only puts them in the finals by it also ties then with England, neither had a lead it'll be interesting to see how our final match of the tournament pans out. Good luck to both teams!"
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"You okay Harry?" Chelsea asked, no, he wasn't okay, Harry was far from okay, his palms were wet and slippery his mind was racing and it didn't help that he could see Viktor Krum's arrogant face smirking at him.
"Y-yeh Chels, I'll be fine," he said, now all he needed was for his teeth to chatter and he'd be the picture of terrified.
"Chels," Chelsea repeated, "that's a new one," she smiled happily, Harry couldn't even get to a straight face let alone smiling or grinning.
He barely heard the whistle blow, it was only when the rest of his team kicked off that he realised the game had started. He could see Krum flying around the pitch, the edges of his vision were beginning to cloud.
"Harry get your head out of those clouds of yours and look for the bloody snitch," Andrew yelled at him as he passed, the Quaffle tucked under his arm.
Harry shook his head, "Right!" he called back, he began to fly and as soon as he felt the rush of wind on his face he was reassured. He was in his element, flying was his forte and playing Quidditch was one of the things, besides Defence Against the Dark Arts, that he did best.
Suddenly it began to rain, thunder roared overhead and lightning flashed ominously. Harry squinted as his glasses began to fog up from the rain, he saw the snitch and made a dive for it. Suddenly the blurry form of Krum cut across his path. The voice of the commentator and any other sounded was drowned in Harry's ears by the rain and thunder.
"Let's see how you do without your glasses Potter," he heard Krum sneer and then his glasses were pulled form him, he made a wild grab for them but had to grab his slippery broom to stop himself form falling.
Despite the rain and lack of glasses Harry could still make out Krum's solid mass. He narrowed his eyes and Krum laughed, letting the glasses drop and sped off. Harry followed in hot pursuit wherever Krum would go, Harry would go, even if Harry did bang into a few things on the way.
"Harry," he stopped when he heard Chelsea's voice, "hold still," his glasses were slipped over his eyes, they weren't broken and the rain didn't seem to touch them.
"Thanks Chels," he grinned at her before speeding off again.
"You've got to love that kid," Chelsea smiled before returning to her duty as Chaser. Harry found he was flying low to the ground and in front of him was a galleon. He picked it up and gripped it tightly as he then spotted Krum.
He and the Bulgarian seeker were the same distance from the Snitch, Harry sped towards it, Krum hadn't noticed him, to busy on the Snitch to even think that Harry could have gotten his glasses back.
It was clear that because of momentum and angle Krum would get the Snitch first and then an idea came to him. Harry threw the galleon he'd just picked up, it soared past the Snitch and the gold of the galleon glinted.
Krum, thinking the Snitch was on the move followed it, but he was really following the galleon. His fingers closed around it.
"Hey Krum!" he turned, Harry was behind him holding the Snitch.
"What the…but," he looked at the still galleon in his hand and roared.
Harry could only smirk, he flew upwards, holding the Snitch high and began to circle the pitch.
"That's it, the tournaments over everyone, Harry Potter has caught the Snitch and just in time, the score is 350 to 340, England win by ten points, leaving them at the top of the list and ready to entire the World Final!!! You hear that everyone, England won, England won!"
Harry shivered, why was it so cold? He got a vague glimpse of his team mates crowding round him and his feet touching ground and the crowds cheering, but that was all before he blanked out.
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Harry groaned, "Baka," he heard a laugh. He cracked his eyes open and got an eyeful of gold, his vision was blurry because he didn't have his glasses on.
"What, where am I?" his words were slightly slurred and there was a bitter taste in his mouth.
"St Mungo's hospital," the same voice which he felt he'd heard before. All of a sudden he felt his glasses being slipped over his eyes and his vision cleared.
"Usagi," he blushed, "uh…I mean, Miss Tsukino."
She giggled, "Yoku Dekimashita, you did well little one," Usagi smiled.
"Harry, are you okay," suddenly Ron, Hermione and Lupin burst into the room.
"Is he alright now Usagi?" Hermione asked.
"Hai Hermione-chan, Potter-san is alright," Usagi replied.
"Hermione, do you know her personally?" asked Ron, mouth agape.
"Well not really, we're friends, we met when I went to Japan last summer," Hermione replied, Usagi nodded.
Harry though only caught threads of the conversation, "What's going on?" he asked.
"Ah yes, King-san says you are to join him and others at local club for celebration purposes," Usagi said, still with her oriental accent and slightly fragmented English.
"That is if you think you're well enough Harry," Lupin said.
"You'd got pneumonia, but that wasn't hard to cure, you may have a nasty taste in your mouth from the potion though," Hermione told him.
"So that's why my breath stinks then," Harry laughed, "anyone got a breath mint?"
Lupin grinned, "He's fine, here Harry, take some of this," and surprise, surprise Lupin held out chocolate and Harry devoured it. He instantly felt refreshed.
"Thanks Lupin," he said.
"Alright then," cried Ron, "let's go."
Usagi waved goodbye as she watched Harry go with the other three, "Hey, uh, Miss Tsukino," she looked up startled when she realised Harry was talking to her, "You, err, want to come to?"
"I wouldn't want to, how you English say, rain on your parade," she smiled again, Harry's heat jumped out of his ribs and began flopping on the floor like a fish out of water.
"You wouldn't be," Harry said hastily, for some reason he felt that he couldn't let her say no.
"You are very kawaii Potter-san," she said.
"Harry," her eyes registered surprise for a moment before going back to her peaceful state.
"Usagi," she replied, she watched his face light up and somehow felt that going with him wouldn't be such a bad idea. "All right Harry, I will come," she replied.
"Great," Harry reached for her hand on impulse, they fingers brushed and he withdrew his hand hastily, blushing and biting his lip.
She giggled at his shyness, even at seventeen he was shy, she slipped her hand into his, "Lead the way Harry." She laughed lightly when he went even redder than he already was.
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When Harry arrived with the others at the club the people lined up outside cheered, Harry looked away embarrassed, people were taking photos, one girl even fainted. When they actually got into the club the entire place went quiet and then cheered. Lupin directed them to the bar, Harry and Ron got a Fire Whiskey and Hermione got a Flutterbye. Usagi didn't order anything and Lupin had already gone to the bathroom.
"Hey Harry," said Amelia as she came over and slung an arm around his shoulders, a Fire Whiskey in her other hand, her grin was lopsided.
"Hi," he replied.
"Dance with me?" she asked, the very end of her question slurred slightly, she was going to be drunk by the end of the evening.
"Um," he hesitated, "okay," he finished.
"Great," she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor, she began to move to the music and Harry tried, emphasis on tried. Having had no real social experience in this particular area Harry was having a hard time keeping up with Amelia. His movements weren't fluent they were jugged and he was concentrating more on what he was doing than how to do it.
Usagi shook her head, "Someone needs to show that boy a few pointers," she commented as she stood up and made her way over to Harry. She tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped and turned.
"Oh Usagi," he put a hand to his heart, "it's only you."
She raised an amused eyebrow, "only me?" she asked.
"Well, it's just that you, and then I," he blushed when he realised he was ranting.
"Don't worry, I'll go soon, I'm just going to show you how to dance," she explained.
"Oh," Harry gulped, "right."
"Put your hands on my hips," she instructed, Harry went a little red as he lowered his quaking hands to her hips. "Now move with me," she told him, she began to move her hips forwards and backward slowly.
Harry couldn't believe what was happening, he had a beautiful, not to mention talented seeker rubbing up against him giving him dance lessons. Still, he complied.
"Right now put one hand on my back," he did so and one of her hands gripped his shoulder as she bent backwards and swung round, coming up onto her toes and pressing her body flush against him, they were nose to nose and emerald met sapphire.
She slid back down onto her feet, his hand caught her shirt and it came up a bit, Harry gulped. Not sure where this was going. A faster beet started, "Alright now go out," he wasn't sure what she meant but when she stretched out pulling his arm taught he copied.
She came in again, "Good, now take hands with me," both his hands entwined his fingers with hers. She traced symmetric patterns in the air, Harry acting like a mirror, then she brought their hands up above their heads.
"Now move," she smirked, a challenging look in her eyes and then Harry realised, she was competing with him. She rolled her shoulders and twisted her arms above her head, throwing her hair from side to side. She moved her hips in circular motions, her eyes slipped closed.
She gasped when she felt Harry move against her, his hands trailing down her sides, over her hips and back up to grip her waist. He pulled her to him, he grinned at her as she opened her eyes, "Think you're good do you Harry?" she asked, he smirked, "try this."
Her pace sped up, she put one hand on the back of his neck and moved her opposite leg up the outside of his own. He gulped and blushed when she leaned back and pulled him over with her. His nose touched her stomach and her free hand touched the floor, only one of her feet was on the ground, the other was resting at the back of his knee.
"And up," she whispered beginning to pull forwards, Harry wasn't entirely ready for this so his hands grabbed the back of her shirt and ran his nose up her body, getting another eyeful of her chest, his second that day.
Once more he found himself nose to nose with her and that's when the music stopped. "Very good Harry," and without anything else she began to stroll away.
Harry stood dumbstruck watching her as she weaved her way through the crowd to the bar, she turned her head over her shoulder and winked at him. Harry smiled lopsidedly, and then he found himself surrounded by girls. All of which wanted to dance with him.
He managed to escape after a couple of dances and sat himself safely at the bar, he ordered another Fire Whiskey and when he offered to pay he was told it was on the house.
He felt a pair of thin arms slid around his neck and the hands began to toy with his shirt, "You may have bettered me in Quidditch Harry, but I'm definitely better at dancing," Usagi whispered into his ear. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her lips tickle his ear.
"One all then," he heard her laugh though he could not see her face he knew she was smiling.
"You're turn, impress me," she said to him.
"Alright, let me cook you dinner," he suggested.
"Sounds good, but I'll tell you know, cook a lot," he raised an eyebrow, "Let's just say I'm a healthy eater."
"Is that a challenge?" he asked.
"Very much so, ja ne Harry," she pulled away and made for the exit.
"Wait, so you have a number or somewhere I can contact you at?" she only smiled at him.
"Don't worry Harry, you'll learn in time, dinner tomorrow then?"
"At," she interrupted him.
"12 Grimmauld Place?" he starred at her open mouthed in shock.
"How did you know that? Are you some kind of mind-reader?"
She giggled, "Not quite, there's a lot you have to learn about me Harry, ja ne," and she was gone.
Harry smiled again, like he had when she'd left him on the dance floor, "But hopefully I'll get the chance to learn."
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Well that's the end of that, next chappie is already started. Should Usa and Harry have dinner alone or should Ron and Hermione be there? Oh well, see you next chapter!!!