A/N- Hey all, its Jmac.I know this is a short chapter, and im sorry. I hope you like what little bit of it their is, and PLEASE reveiw guys.

The Exchange Of a Lifetime

Chapter 13 Nikki : Quiddich and Kisses

September 24th 2004,

Well folks, Today's the day I die in a Quiddich match. Its truly been nice knowing you all. Sara insists that ill be fine, but you try saying that with two horrendously fat Slytherin gits aiming bludgers precisely at the back of your head. Take it from somebody who's seen that image plenty since last night, its not a pretty picture. The giant stack of pancakes piled on the plate before my fear widened eyes remains un touched. Im not hungry, and I definitely don't see the point in shoving food down a soon to be useless throat. They say you don't need to eat when your dead. My thoughts would've kept jumbling together in my mixed up head had it not been for the pair of strong hands that interlocked with mine, and Harry's hot breath on my neck.

" Merlins Balls Potter, do you WANT to kill me?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed in question.

" Er... No, but it is quite amusing when you jump out of your skin like that." He smiled a mocking smile, let go of both of my hands, and took the seat beside me.

" Boy, im glad that you can laugh at my weaknesses Harry, that just makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better."

" Calm down Nik, its just Quidditch. You're gonna be great."

"Yeah, I want you to remember those words when you're standing at my funeral."

" Do you honestly think Im going to let anything happen to you?" The note of sincerity in his voice caught me off guard, and left me wondering if he cared about me more than he let on.

" Fine I trust you., but Im holding you personally responsible for any injuries I obtain."

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The wind blew hard in my face as I sped through the air, Gryffondor was up thirty points , but the Slytherin seekers had control of the Quaffle. Every bludger that whizzed by resounded seven fold in my ears, each a small testament to my still working limbs, my still breathing lungs. Somewhere, high above me Malfoy and Harry where locked in a gruesome battle for the golden snitch, both hoping to bring victory to their teams. The game ticked on, second by grueling second. My heart longed to hear the shrill scream of Madam Hooch's whistle, and my body out of force settled into a rhythm of robotic movements. Bludger after bludger continued to zing my way, and I continued dodging them at breakneck speeds. The quaffle, which was back in our possession, made its way into my hands, and I threw it with all the strength in my body twords the three green goals at the other end of the pitch, and scored. The movements, the ease, and grace with which I played Quidditch where now flowing out of me in a river of pure adrenaline. I lost track of time, lost track of the score as I let myself be consumed wholly into the game I loved. Then before I knew it, Harry's body appeared from out of the wispy clouds, with arm outstretched triumphantly, and snitch in hand.

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I hit the ground and ran full speed twords Harry, my scarlet robes flying behind me like a fiery streamer. My confidence soared high as I caught sight of the heart stopping smile that he directed straight at me, and the hand that reached out and intertwined itself in mine, lit a burning flame inside my soul.

" We did it Nik, we won."

The fire within me rose higher with every second I spent gazing into those emerald eyes. Sweet air left my lungs, and took all ability I ever had to think with it, leaving me powerless to desire. A split second later my arms had wrapped themselves tightly around his neck, and my lips lightly grazed his in an earth shattering kiss that ended as quickly as it had begun.

His eyes searched mine, piercing and full of electricity. I could feel it, pulsing from his body to mine in an overwhelming current. His arms where now placed tightly around my waist, holding me up, because my knees had went jelloid, and refused to support my weight. The words that fought to make their way out died upon my lips the second he bent down and slowly, hesitantly kissed me back.