Beyond
Chapter One: The Quidditch Pitch
"This is absurd, we should be studying!"
"Nonsense! Do you want me and Harry to win the Quidditch Cup or what?"
"Of course I do, but don't you think you should be relaxing, resting, writing your Transfiguration essay?"
"Shove off 'Mione, we aren't your children, don't hold us against things we choose not to do until after the weekend."
"Will you two please stop fighting? For once in your six year friendship, actually act like friends, not enemies?! For my sake."
The sun rose above the tree's as Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked to the Quidditch Pitch, hoping that no one would be there so Ron and Harry
could secretly practice for the game against Slytherin on Saturday. Hermione had protested explaining that although it was the game that determined whether or not Gryffindor was, again, the returning champions of the Quidditch Cup, she was disappointed that they would not be studying for the equally important Potions final that was due in a week. Yet, after much arguing she finally decided that it didn't matter, if they wanted to fail, they could go right ahead. Although, the particularly nice weather still stood as a bad omen, a storm had to approach and hit the day of the game, it was a curse driven by the founders of the school, to only make the game more harder would make the winning team more commendable.
As they pushed themselves up against the stone wall that lead into the pitch, Hermione gasped as she saw Filch roaming around the perimeter, which oddly enough was unpredicted because Argus Filch usually never walked outside unless for other purposes besides going for a walk through the daisies. Ron heard Hermione whimper and smiled at her, small gestures like that reminded her why she had fallen in love with him in the first place. She held his hand and whispered something in his ear, but this only made Harry more upset, he put a hand up, to indicate to shut-up or face the consequence of being caught. Filch took a step closer to the entrance, then turned on his heel, and returned his attention back the area surrounding the Whomping Willow.
Harry gestured for them to go ahead, the coast was clear.
"That was a close one." Ron declared after they had managed to make it past the charms and spells holding the pitch under control until after 5 a.m.
"Close? Are you kidding me? That was skirting the lines of detention, and suspension from Quidditch." Harry said, removing his broom from under his coat he quickly said an enlargement spell to grow it back to it's original size.
"Well, we wouldn't have skirted around that issue, if you two hadn't made it clear that you need to practice 12 hours before the actual game
begins." Hermione nodded her head, as if there was no way around the fact that she was right, after all she was a know-it-all.
"And you know what? That attitude with never get you a kiss with a certain red-headed, master of Quidditch, after his winning save." Ron
smirked at Hermione who gave him his smirk back, and then she turned around and sat on the ground, opening a book, as to show that the
conversation was over and she didn't care, "So that's what I get, for being a git of a boyfriend? I thought that's why you said yes to date me. Or
am I mistaken?"
"No Ron, I said yes, because I truly have feelings for you, the git in you can rot and die for all I care."
"Can we end this now before Filch comes back and finds you two strangling each other? Please!" Harry put a hand on his forehead and rubbed his temples, sometimes he wondered why he had ever become friends with these two prats. Even if they were meant to be together, he just wished that one day they wouldn't have an argument, one measly day. His whole world would be a better place.
"Sorry Harry, it's not my fault that Ron is incapable of having feelings beyond that of a squirrel's." Hermione wasn't even looking at either one of them, her nose was buried in her book, Potions and You by Miranda Burn.
"Excuse me! If anyone doesn't have feelings it's yo---" Ron's statement was cut short by a hand that planted its self over his mouth, the hand, belonging to Harry, didn't come off until Harry was sure that Ron was done and would end the conversation.
"Let's just practice, I at least want to get in some loops around the pitch before everyone begins the wake up."
"Sorry Harry, sure let's go."
While Hermione continued to take notes and open even more books that kept magically jumping out of her book pack, Ron and Harry did their loops, started to throw the quaffle around a bit, and the minute Harry let the snitch go, a certain Slytherin awoke to find his opposing team,
practicing before he got the chance to.
"Potions is not as difficult as it may sound, although the correct mind concentration and mathematical calculations are key in a
successful brew." Hermione whispered to herself as she wrote the words down on a piece of parchment. Her eyes traveled back and forth from
the various sentences, picking up key words and phrases, before quickly scratching them off on her 'List of Things to Study'. While her focus went back to the book a pair of black boots appeared next the words, 'and so forth'. Hermione looked up to find Draco Malfoy smiling at her, and bent down to her level,
"Working on Snape's Potion's essay? Why bother, all filthy mud-bloods couldn't possibly comprehend the physics of Potions, and Professor Snape is only going to fail you, so again why bother?" Hermione looked up, all she did was smile back and return to her work, she knew better than to argue with him, after six years having pent up anger, it was better to just ignore him. Ron stopped practicing and dropped the quaffle, Harry put his hands up and watched as Ron's hands clutched his broom tightly, Harry whipped his head around from side to side and then moved his whole brook around to see Malfoy talking to Hermione. Harry gripped his broom tightly also, but didn't have the sense to fly down and beat the living crap out of Malfoy. Ron had more than all of the combined. He landed on the ground whipped his broom onto the ground and began stomping toward Malfoy and Hermione.
"You know, after six years you may have become less repulsive than you did before, even if you are a mudblood," Malfoy began to put his arm around Hermione before she abruptly stood up and shoved her book in his stomach.
"I hope that changes your mind." Hermione picked up her bag and walked across the pitch. She saw Ron coming towards her and put a hand on his shoulder, "Ron, forget about it. Please, he's not worth it." Hermione continued to look him deeply in the eye, yet Ron's eyes were still watching Malfoy as he set the book down and walked away taking on last look at Ron and Hermione, "Ron? Please, forget. It is possible. You don't have to beat up everyone that makes a move on me, or just talks to me. I know you care for me, okay?"
Ron looked down at Hermione and noticed the same twinkle he had fallen in love with. He smiled at her and nodded his head. She smiled back, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. She walked past him and let her arm slip off of his shoulder. Harry from above watched his two friends, kiss and separate, he couldn't help but smile, it took them long enough to figure out they cared enough for each other to show it, and now as they were doing it in public, Harry just laughed to himself before he turned and began back at the quaffle lying on the ground.
Thank you so much for reading my story. It has been about a year and a half since I wrote my last fanfiction and as you know I am definitely not done with this one. New chapters will be up later. So if you liked my story please comment, and please no flames, just constructive criticism.