Well, I hope you guys like my story so far, if you like it now, you might hate it (or love it) afterwards, because it gets ugly, but don't worry most people say it's worth reading, though not a lot of people have read it. I think this is the longest I've gone without posting, but you don't have to wait anymore, please REVIEW, don't forget!

Here's my next installment, ENJOY!...remember to review, and I'll do the same for you!

Disclaimer: They really aren't mine you know...they belong to wonderful JK, herself!

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Chapter 5: Winning!

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When morning came Gryffindor and Slytherin had their first game of the season. It was a nice day; the sun was shining, though not terribly bad, they were nice Quidditch conditions. And Harry noted the weather as he woke up at 8 am and went down to breakfast after changing into a black sweater and jeans. He saw Hermione was there talking with Ron, who beamed because he could finally show off everything he had learned at Quidditch camp to an audience. The team knew most of the things he could do because he taught it to them, since he was the captain. Hermione smiled brightly at him to show her support. They ate together not talking. Harry and Ron ate quietly and quickly because the match started at 10 am. And they still needed to change into their Quidditch gear and go through Ron's pep talk and last minute Quidditch plays.

At 9:55 a.m. they were out of the locker room and heading to the field. They mounted their brooms and got in the air when Madam Hooch blew her whistle to signal the game had started. Gryffindor took position of the quaffle as soon as the whistle blew. And they scored a few times before Slytherin got a couple shots. The score was 50 to 20.

Harry circled around the stadium trying to spot the golden snitch, but in the middle of hundreds of cheering fans he spotted Hermione. She was clapping and cheering, (Ginny had just scored) she beamed and glowed. Her hair was flying due to the slight wind. Harry, remembering the night before had to force himself to search again for the snitch and turn away from her. Draco was doing the same thing, also trying to spot the golden snitch. Harry looked into the distance and spotted a twinkling light, the snitch. He motioned his firebolt to it, but as he was racing to it Draco did the same thing and made him fly off course by purposely knocking into him. They both lost sight of the little ball. He did this four more times and the score was now 110 to 40, Gryffindor in the lead. Draco tried to get Harry off course again but failed by a few inches and Harry tightly grasped the golden snitch, it's silver wings beating against his hand like crazy. Madam Hooch's whistle blew and the game was over. Gryffindor won 260 to 40. Easy game.

The crowd was running towards the winning team clapping and laughing. And Harry cheered along with his team for their first victory of the season. Hermione, forgetting everything, ran to him. Harry saw her coming to him, her hair flying behind her as was her Gryffindor scarf and her blood red pea coat was open and swaying slightly, revealing a golden orange colored cotton tank top (Gryffindor colors!) She gave him another rib cracking hug, which Harry gladly welcomed. He softly laughed in her ear, breathing in her flowery hair scent. She backed away from him. And they nodded at each other to show that what had happened the day before on the Astronomy Tower had established a greater bond and that they should just forget about everything else that had gone wrong.

Harry pulled her in another hug and kissed her pink, soft, delicious lips. The crowd around them looked at them and started to cheer and clap again twice as loud and some of them shouted in happiness: "Wooooo!" and "go Harry!"

The crowd later started to walk back up to the castle to party all day long till the wee hours in the morning. Gryffindors were gonna party themselves sick with bottles of butterbeer and firewhisky.

Hermione left Harry to go and change from his sweaty Quidditch gear. After he changed he was leaving the locker room and remembered that Hermione would always hug him after he won a game no matter how disgustingly sweaty and smelly he was, but Cho never came near him, even though he wanted to hold her, so they could share his victory together.

"Potter! This is the last time you defeat me," came Draco's usual cold voice; his nostrils flared a bit.

"Shove off! Malfoy! I'm in no mood for you." Harry spat back at him and he started to walk away. And without looking back at him Harry heard Malfoy say:

"I'm gonna hurt you in the worst way...I don't threaten in vain." He said. "I'll make you pay, Potter. Mark my words..."

Harry was far too happy to pay any attention to the stupid little threats Malfoy always threw at him. Harry was so happy all he wanted to do was find Hermione and hold her close to him. And soon his wish came true...

"Harry!" She said excitedly as she walked towards him. Harry was coming in through the portrait hole towards her as well. She pulled him in a tight hug. He motioned her to the couch of the Heads common room. With a huge smile he told her to sit down. The roaring fire crackled merrily.

"It's so awesome that Gryffindor won the game, especially because we won to those gloating Slytherins...you won." Hermione said rather breathlessly and smiling.

"I really wanted to win. And I also thought of you...And that hopefully you would no longer be mad at me for being so stupid to say what I said yesterday. You were right. You always are...you know when I was trying to look for the snitch all I saw was you...my head instinctively turned to see you." Harry told her truthfully. Hermione blushed at his statement. Harry seeing her blush just smiled at her, took her small warm hand in his large palm and kissed her. Hermione parted her lips to welcome him in. With every stroke of his tongue, he sent shivers down her spine. Harry continued to tease her, while holding her tightly in his arms. He still couldn't believe the way she fit into his arms with such beauty, and ease...He would of liked to stay that way forever, not care about anything and just protect her from everything. He loved her. And she loved him...

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A/N: Hey sorry, this is a short chapter, I'm not too good at writing Quidditch matches because, well let's just say that I view Quidditch the way Hermione does...hehe...yeah, it's not great...