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Harry and Hermione had the most talked about relationship at Hogwarts....They were perfect for each other. BUT what would happen if the sexiest blond boy in school fancied her? Would she abandon all of her beliefs and her friends? And Harry? Read to find out. R/R!!!
Part 6: Qudditch Match
Hermione felt the fear kick in when she saw Harry fly out onto the field from the locker room. His red robe flowing behind him from the wind as he flew around the field. He flew right up to the Gryffindor stands and spoke to Hermione.
"Hello, love. So, you come to watch me beat the crap out of Slytherin?" He asked her with the slyest little grin on his face.
"Of course, hun. I hope you destroy that Malfoy...beat him to a bloody pulp! Grind hi-", she stopped looking at Harry and Ron's faces at her outburst. "Oh, sorry. I got a little carried away." She let out an embarrassed giggle.
Harry looked at Ron confused. He had never seen Hermione with that much aggression toward a Quidditch match. "Right. I must be off. Cheer me on!" Harry yelled as he flew off to join the rest of the players in the middle of the pitch. Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field to begin the game as always. She released the Bludgers, followed by the Golden Snitch. The golden ball circled around Harry and then Draco. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the match began. The Snitch circled the field out of sight as Harry and Malfoy exchanged insults.
"Well, Scarhead? You ready to get your ass kicked by the best Quidditch team? Malfoy said obviously taunting him.
"The best Quidditch team? In your dreams, you blond haired Barbie doll!" Harry knew that wasn't much of a comeback, but it looked liked it did it's justice. Malfoy looked furious in being called a "Barbie doll" and was distracted from the buzzing by his ear.
The Snitch zinged past his head and Harry was in pursuit. The score was 70-50 in favor of Slytherin. Harry knew he had to catch the Snitch. He kept his head low and zoomed after it with Malfoy not far behind him. Malfoy came up instantly to Harry's side. Punching and kicking furiously, Malfoy managed to get past Harry. He weaved in and out of the stands chasing the small golden ball. Then, it disappeared right in front of him. Malfoy looking confused, stopped dead in the air.
"Where did it go? Where did the bloody thing go!?" Malfoy yelled at the top of his lungs. Then he heard a wolf whistle from the Gryffindor stands. It was Hermione trying to get his attention. Draco turned to face her with the look of anger on his face. Hermione giggled and pointed to her right. Draco turned around and saw Harry hovering in the middle of the field. Harry was holding up a cupped fist, with two golden wings poking out of each side. He had caught the Snitch, and ultimately won the game for Gryffindor. The final score was Gryffindor, 250, and Slytherin, 120. The team celebrated afterwards, while Harry and Hermione went upstairs to be alone. They had gone into Harry's room and left the team the Common Room. Hermione was lying on his bed when Harry approached her.
"So? Are you happy that we won?" He said, taking a seat next to his beloved girlfriend.
"OF COURSE! Why wouldn't I be happy for you?" She responded as he laid his head in her lap. She began to stroke his hair.
Harry shrugged. "Since we won...um...you want to....you know?" He smiled when he finished. Looking into her eyes he knew that she wanted to. He slowly leaned up and kissed her ever so gently on her pursed lips. She was surprised at his sudden urge, but she gave into him. He pushed her back onto the bed. Slowly he began to unbutton her robe, and kissing every single inch of skin that was uncovered. Sliding off her shirt he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly glanced over to the window and jumped back like he had been thrown from an explosion. Hermione leaned up and looked at the window.
"What? What happened? Why did you stop?" A look of concern and fear overshadowed her face.
"Malfoy! Malfoy was at the window! He was looking at us...," Harry had the scariest expression on his baby-like face. "Maybe we should just wait, Hermione." He said buttoning his pants back up and sliding off of the bed. Hermione, disappointed, didn't argue. She fixed her clothes and got up and walked out. All the while thinking to herself, "Was Malfoy really there? Was he watching us?" She went to her room and sat at her desk. With nothing else to do she began to study, as if she needed to.
AWW they were so close. Who knows, Harry might actually get some. Read to find out. R/R! Be nice please.
Harry and Hermione had the most talked about relationship at Hogwarts....They were perfect for each other. BUT what would happen if the sexiest blond boy in school fancied her? Would she abandon all of her beliefs and her friends? And Harry? Read to find out. R/R!!!
Part 6: Qudditch Match
Hermione felt the fear kick in when she saw Harry fly out onto the field from the locker room. His red robe flowing behind him from the wind as he flew around the field. He flew right up to the Gryffindor stands and spoke to Hermione.
"Hello, love. So, you come to watch me beat the crap out of Slytherin?" He asked her with the slyest little grin on his face.
"Of course, hun. I hope you destroy that Malfoy...beat him to a bloody pulp! Grind hi-", she stopped looking at Harry and Ron's faces at her outburst. "Oh, sorry. I got a little carried away." She let out an embarrassed giggle.
Harry looked at Ron confused. He had never seen Hermione with that much aggression toward a Quidditch match. "Right. I must be off. Cheer me on!" Harry yelled as he flew off to join the rest of the players in the middle of the pitch. Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field to begin the game as always. She released the Bludgers, followed by the Golden Snitch. The golden ball circled around Harry and then Draco. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the match began. The Snitch circled the field out of sight as Harry and Malfoy exchanged insults.
"Well, Scarhead? You ready to get your ass kicked by the best Quidditch team? Malfoy said obviously taunting him.
"The best Quidditch team? In your dreams, you blond haired Barbie doll!" Harry knew that wasn't much of a comeback, but it looked liked it did it's justice. Malfoy looked furious in being called a "Barbie doll" and was distracted from the buzzing by his ear.
The Snitch zinged past his head and Harry was in pursuit. The score was 70-50 in favor of Slytherin. Harry knew he had to catch the Snitch. He kept his head low and zoomed after it with Malfoy not far behind him. Malfoy came up instantly to Harry's side. Punching and kicking furiously, Malfoy managed to get past Harry. He weaved in and out of the stands chasing the small golden ball. Then, it disappeared right in front of him. Malfoy looking confused, stopped dead in the air.
"Where did it go? Where did the bloody thing go!?" Malfoy yelled at the top of his lungs. Then he heard a wolf whistle from the Gryffindor stands. It was Hermione trying to get his attention. Draco turned to face her with the look of anger on his face. Hermione giggled and pointed to her right. Draco turned around and saw Harry hovering in the middle of the field. Harry was holding up a cupped fist, with two golden wings poking out of each side. He had caught the Snitch, and ultimately won the game for Gryffindor. The final score was Gryffindor, 250, and Slytherin, 120. The team celebrated afterwards, while Harry and Hermione went upstairs to be alone. They had gone into Harry's room and left the team the Common Room. Hermione was lying on his bed when Harry approached her.
"So? Are you happy that we won?" He said, taking a seat next to his beloved girlfriend.
"OF COURSE! Why wouldn't I be happy for you?" She responded as he laid his head in her lap. She began to stroke his hair.
Harry shrugged. "Since we won...um...you want to....you know?" He smiled when he finished. Looking into her eyes he knew that she wanted to. He slowly leaned up and kissed her ever so gently on her pursed lips. She was surprised at his sudden urge, but she gave into him. He pushed her back onto the bed. Slowly he began to unbutton her robe, and kissing every single inch of skin that was uncovered. Sliding off her shirt he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly glanced over to the window and jumped back like he had been thrown from an explosion. Hermione leaned up and looked at the window.
"What? What happened? Why did you stop?" A look of concern and fear overshadowed her face.
"Malfoy! Malfoy was at the window! He was looking at us...," Harry had the scariest expression on his baby-like face. "Maybe we should just wait, Hermione." He said buttoning his pants back up and sliding off of the bed. Hermione, disappointed, didn't argue. She fixed her clothes and got up and walked out. All the while thinking to herself, "Was Malfoy really there? Was he watching us?" She went to her room and sat at her desk. With nothing else to do she began to study, as if she needed to.
AWW they were so close. Who knows, Harry might actually get some. Read to find out. R/R! Be nice please.