Beyond

Chapter 2: The Quidditch Match

The truth of the weather had succeeded itself by pelting every student that made their way down to the Quidditch Pitch for the game to determine the winner of the Quidditch Cup, Gryffindor or Slytherin. While most of the students were pertaining to either Gryffindor's side or Slytherin's, some had decided that although their team had not won the chance to play, they were still going to wear their teams colors and hope for the best next year.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked with the other students until they stopped in front of the changing rooms and Harry and Ron had to say their goodbyes, hoping that they would be coming back as winners. Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek, wishing him the best of luck, and before she could turn to give Ron the same, three particularly crude looking Slytherins made their presence known.

"Hope you don't plan to win Weasel. Your broom couldn't fly three inches without losing it's agility. Maybe if your father had more money, he would buy you a half decent broom." Malfoy sneered, looking from Hermione to Ron to Harry, smiling as if it was a joke and they should break out laughing any minute now.

"Malfoy, maybe if you weren't so ignorant, your broom wouldn't try to stick itself up your ass. Or has it? I can't tell." Hermione gave the same sneer back, before turning around and continuing her good lucks.

"You know something, filthy little mudbloods should not talk to superiors, such as me, Crabbe, and Goyle. You may just have to go and soil yourselves in the company of some Muggles to make up for the cleanliness that we rubbed off on you."

Hermione was about to throw back and equally distasteful comment when Ron turned on his heel and put himself between her and Malfoy.

"Don't you ever talk to my girlfriend like that ever again." Ron took Malfoy's robes into his hand and pushed him up against the changing rooms wall, proceeding to make the water that was falling on the roof pelt Malfoy on the face, "I will personally kill you in the most malevolent way, that your father in Azkaban will feel it."

Ron let go of Malfoy and all the three of them watched as he pointed a finger at Hermione and then ran off with Crabbe and Goyle on his tail. Ron opened and closed his fist before shoving it back into his pocket and walking toward the door to the changing rooms.

"Excuse me! Ron, I haven't gotten to properly thank you." Hermione turned him around and kissed him hard on the lips, Ron, who was caught off guard finally closed his eyes and put one hand up to Hermione's bushy and frizzy hair, intensifying the moment.

Harry turned away, maybe having them publicly show their affections was a good and bad thing, and at that moment it was a bad thing. Harry kicked Ron from the back and shouted, "Come on Ron, you're going to need that breathe for the game!"

Ron pulled away and put his forehead to Hermione's, "I truly, genuinely love you." Hermione looked him in his eyes and knew that he was telling the truth, "I love you too." She kissed him again, before pulling away for good and with a "good luck" she turned away to find a seat in the stands.

Harry was standing against the changing room walls when Ron turned on his heel and put a hand to his mouth, he smiled to himself, She still knows how to sweep me off of my feet. Harry just shook his head, only his two best friends could snog in front of him and still have his mind function correctly after witnessing it.

"Come on Ron, we have to get changed, we're going to miss the team meeting before the game."

Lee Jordan's voice boomed through out the stadium as the last five minutes of the game predicted the winner, "AND GRYFFINDOR SCORES! That leads them with 23 points and Slytherin left in the dust."

Hermione stood on the side lines, screaming and cheering. She watched as Harry chased after the snitch and Ron guarded the three rings with diligence, occasionally waving to her before catching the quaffle and throwing it back to a fellow team mate. Every time he would do that, Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil would turn and shake their heads wishing that, even though their boyfriends didn't play Quidditch they would nod at them or wave their hands without being asked to.

Hermione just smiled and shrugged, although deeply she was touched that even though Ron's attention was on the game in front of him, his subconscious was still solely concentrated on her. Still Lavender and Pavarti were getting more and more agitated each time Ron did it and more angry when Hermione shyly waved back, while blushing profusely.

"You know if Seamus was out there defending those rings, he would be waving and blowing kisses at me." Lavender said, nodding her head. She crossed her arms over her chest and whipped her head around toward Seamus who didn't mimic the gesture and kept his eyes on Harry who was moving wildly around the pitch with his arm out-stretched waiting for the it to fly into his hand.

"And I bet that Dean would do the same, except he would fly over here and give me a hug." Pavarti did the same as Lavender and looked at Dean who was pointing the way Ron was moving around the rings with a look of awe on his face. Both Lavender and Pavarti huffed in unison and turned their attention back to Hermione.

"How would either of them be able to do that? One, Seamus would miss about a hundred saves if he blew kisses at you, Lavender, and two, if Dean came over on his broom and gave you a hug he would be disqualified and probably kicked off the team." Hermione slowly moved her head to face Lavender and Pavarti who were staring at her with disbelief.

"Well I never!" Lavender turned around and kept her attention to the game.

"You are truly evil, Hermione Granger!" Pavarti took Lavender's hand and showed her to Seamus and Dean who shook them off yelling something at them, which made Pavarti and Lavender huff again and slouch behind the crowd.

Hermione laughed into the rain. How could someone be so jealous of what Ron and her had? Besides throughout the first five years of their friendship all they did was yell and argue with each other. It was only a turn of fate that Ron asked her to date her in the first place. It wasn't like they went showing their emotions in public...all of the time.

"Malfoy goes for the rings, he throws the Quaffle, but Ron intercepts it! GRYFFINDOR WINS! Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup!" Lee shouted, the words "Gryffindor" and "Wins" rang through each Gryffindor's ear before a loud up roaring rang through the stadium. Harry and the other Gryffindors flew over to Ron to congratulate him, but he just flew away. They all looked at him, bewildered, until they realized where he was going. Then, each of their faces turned upright in a smile.

Hermione was cheering the loudest she had ever cheered, her eyes were closed and she clapping her hands so much that they were beginning to hurt, but she didn't care. Ron had won the Quidditch Cup. When she opened her eyes, she gasped, Ron was flying to her, with a single red rose in his hand. Who knew the git she loved could be such a good romantic.

"For m'Lady. A single red rose, for a lovely beauty." Ron handed her the rose and watched a smile creep up on her face. Ron smiled back. He knew exactly what made her happy. Now, all he had to do was not screw up and their lives would be perfect.

"Ron congratulations. For winning the game, and for winning over my heart."

Hermione bent down and kissed him, Ron kissed her back. Every single eye in the stadium were looking at them. Even Goyle was smiling, but Crabbe knocked him over the head and he quickly turned away, and started to look for Malfoy. The cheering stopped and was replaced by claps and whistles. Lavender and Pavarti were looking at their boyfriends in disgust, they moved through the clapping crowds and left their boyfriends who didn't even notice.

Hermione kept kissing Ron, this would be the perfect ending to a fairy tale, with my knight in shining armor. But, not all stories end happily ever after.

"Congratulations Harry and Ron!" Ginny Weasley walked up behind both of them and hugged them tightly. Her cheeks were slightly red and her hair was wet, but she was still smiling all the same. She took off her parka and sat near the fire warming her hands. "Oh and Ron, you are such a prat, who would think you, the stupidest of the Weasley's would think of that as a 'I'm a hero, let me kiss my girlfriend.' scheme."

Ginny punched his arm and then turned her hands back to the roaring fire. Harry lifted an eyebrow at Ron, and then sat next to Ginny. Ron just shrugged his shoulders, but he was still smiling.

"It was really nothing. I just had some ideas, you know lying around."

"Well, those were some good ideas, that you had you know lying around." Hermione came down from the girl's dormitories, after changing from her soaked school uniform to some jeans and a sweater. She smiled at Ron and then placed her uniform on a stand next to the fire to allow it to dry. She walked to the over stuffed chair in the corner and sat down, crossing her legs and opening up a book.

"Ron, where did you learn that stuff? Was it like some romance book you picked up from Ginny?" Harry asked, looking at Ron who was just staring at Hermione's book and then felt a leg kick him from his left.

"Harry! You know well enough that I stopped reading those books after third year, when you convicted me of being a silly little girl." Ginny put her elbow on her knee, and proceeded to put her head in her hand, as she looked at Harry who just rolled his eyes and turned back to Ron, who still hadn't gotten an answer.

"Ron? Yoo-hoo, are you there?" Harry waved a hand in front of Ron who jolted out of his trance and began to talk, although it wasn't toward Harry.

"Hermione, what are you reading?" Ron reached out and tried to grab the book away from Hermione, but she pulled it back.

"It's just a Potion's book, don't you see the title?" Hermione looked at him with confusion, even if he was a hopeless romantic, he was rather thick. Then she thought, oh no. My book he can see the real title.

"No it isn't, does that say Teenage Preg.. I can't see the rest." Ron tried to reach out and take the book again, but Hermione just stood up abruptly and ran up the stairs leading to the dormitories. Ron looked at Harry and Ginny wondering if they knew why Hermione was being so dense about the book she was reading. Harry was just as confused, but Ginny just sighed and walked up the stairs to the dormitory and talk to Hermione.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked, he was still looking at Harry who just shrugged his shoulders and looked up the stairs.

"I don't know, why would Hermione be reading a teenage book, she never cared about those type of things."

"Hermione?" Ginny opened the door to the sixth year room and noticed that Hermione's curtain's were drawn. Ginny took back the curtain's and saw Hermione sobbing.

"He saw it, he saw the cover, the text, everything!" Hermione collapsed onto Ginny who patted her head.

"Don't worry, my brother is so thick he will never figure it out. And Harry, he won't either, their boys." Ginny took a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to Hermione, "It will be all right, but you will have to tell them eventually."

"Ginny, I'm going to have to tell him now. Look at me." Hermione took off her sweater and pointed her wand to her stomach, suddenly and small bump slowly began to show itself.

"What am I going to do, I'm sixteen and pregnant!"

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