Thanks for all your reviews, and your opinions on the question I asked you. I really believe that if Harry does happen to die, that Ginny will to. For some reason, I have a feeling history will repeat itself, since Harry looks like James and Ginny looks like Lily. It would be very sad if they died though.
I can't believe I'm on chapter 10 already!

Chapter 10

Practice

"What are you doing lying down in the same bed as my Mommy?" A small little voice questioned curiously from across the room.

"Your Mom's sleeping," A man's voice said, that was very close to Hermione. "I'm waiting for her to wake up."

"Do you want me to wake her up?" the small voice asked.

"No, no, just let her sleep."

The body lying next to Hermione moved around in the bed, ending up moving closer to her. She felt a sudden change of temperature, as his body heat shifted into her body. As comfortable as she was laying this close to Harry, she knew this just wasn't right. He was married, well, almost. Yet, she still didn't open her eyes to let the world know she was awake.

She had been awake for a while now, listening to Harry and Emily converse. She was also enjoying the memories that had arisen about Harry lying next to her way back when, and thoughts about what it might have been like if he knew that Emily was his father.

Half of her wanted to wake up, and half of her didn't. If she woke up, Emily, Harry and herself would all have to go play quidditch. Now, this really didn't seem like a big deal, except the fact that she didn't want to play, mainly because she was afraid of heights.

Hermione had no idea why Harry had suggested a quidditch game anyway; she had a feeling that it would make Ginny even angrier, since she would be alone with Harry almost the whole day.

A smile crept across Hermione's facial features. She would get to be alone with Harry, with no interruptions, and no Ginny there to start lashing her out. Maybe she would finally get to talk to Harry, about everything.

Hermione slowly began to move her body, as if she had just wakened up. Her eyes flashed open, proving to both Harry and Emily that she was awake. She blinked her eyes and then wiped them, as if the life was blinding her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get up just yet, but she couldn't stand lying still any longer.

"Finally, you're awake," Harry said enthusiastically.

Hermione cracked a small grin and then sat up in the bed.

"Yay," Emily said excitedly. "Now we can go and play!"

The small grin on Hermione's face vanished.

"Did Ginny agree to play?" she asked Harry.

"Of course she did."
Hermione went into deep thought for a moment, trying to think of a way to get out of this.

"How are we going to play with just the three of us?" she questioned.

Emily sat next to Hermione on the bed, and began counting on her fingers. After a few seconds, she had a feeling her mother was wrong. "Mommy, that's four, not three."

"We'll yes but-"

"There's going to be more than just the four of us." Harry stated. "Ron, Fred and George are coming to."

"Oh"

Hermione nudged closer to the window, she was really enjoying the view. Even though she was high up in the air, she still enjoyed looking down through the glass, and looking at all the now very small buildings. Through the corner of her eye she spotted on huge building, with many smaller ones attached.

"We're almost there." Harry told the two of them. Hermione already knew this, but to Emily, this was a surprise.

Harry took his hand off of the steering wheel, and placed it on the seat. His finger tip brushed against Hermione's soft hands, startling her. Instead of moving his hand away from hers, he placed it right on top of her hand. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she knew that he shouldn't be doing. But, who was going to catch them holding hands when they were so high up in the sky. Within a few minutes, Harry entwined his fingers with Hermione's, not even realizing what he was doing. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she had a feeling she was overreacting.

The car soon started dropping lower and lower, bringing them closer to Hogwarts grounds. Emily was in the back, glued to the window, watching everything that passed them by, whether it was a bird or another car. With every second she watched, the more excited she had become. Hermione was really surprised with how quiet Emily had been the whole ride; she was expecting her to be bouncing off the walls.

The car had now made it inches above the ground. Harry pulled the car forward a bit; bringing them closer to the quidditch pitch.

The car then hit the ground, smoothly. Harry shifted the car into the right gear, putting it into park. He took the car out of the ignition and turned to a beaming-with-joy Emily.

"We're here," he told her.

Emily pulled the handle of the car door, ready to jump out of it, but she was suddenly stopped. There was only one problem, the door was locked.

"You have to let me unlock the door first," Harry said, grinning.

He unlocked the doors and Emily got out of the car in a hurry. She was in awe; this was her first time being on an actual quidditch pitch.

Harry walked over to the trunk and took out the two brooms which had been held captive inside of it. He passed one of the two brooms over to Hermione, who was now standing right next to him.

Emily walked over to the trunk and peeked inside, checking to see if there was another broom inside of it that Harry had got to take out. Much to Emily's disappoint meant, there wasn't.

"Where's mine?" she asked both Harry and her mother.

"You should feel special." Harry told her. "You get to ride with me.

"Yeah, about that," Hermione chimed in. "You better be careful with her. No doing tricks or anything to catch the snitch."

"Yes Hermione," Harry said, with a sinister grin on his face.

"Seriously," Hermione said to him, with no humor found on her face.

"Yes, Hermione, Don't worry about it. I would never let any harm come to your daughter."

"I know, I'm just really worried. It's her first time flying."

"Well, it's yours too."
She began to blush. "Not exactly."

"We still need to teach you how to fly," He told her.

"I'm surprised that you didn't bring a whole bunch of padding and protective gear with you." He said sarcastically.

"Of course not, I'm not that stupid." Hermione said. She reached into her pocket and threw some shrunken protective gear into the car's trunk, so Harry couldn't see it.

"All we need to do is to get you use to flying." He told her. "Since you already know how to fly."

Harry started walking away from the car, towards the middle of the pitch. Hermione followed after him, with her little shadow following close behind.

He began to mount the broom, but then turned to Hermione when he saw her and jumped off.

"You get on first," Harry told her. She reluctantly began getting on it, putting one leg over the broom, and having the other dragging down. She then found balance on the broom, making sure she didn't fall off.

"Move up a little"

Hermione look up at him worriedly, but then scooted up. Harry sat down on the broom behind her, deciding that flying with her would probably make her more comfortable with the whole situation.

"I'll be here so you won't get hurt." Harry told her, trying to give her mental support. "I would never let anything happen to you. Now, are you ready?"

Hermione shook her head yes, even though she was completely sure if she was ready or not.

"Put your hand over there." Harry said, pointing to the place where he wanted her to position her hands. He then picked her hands up in his, and placed him in the exact place where he wanted them to be.

"Now, when I count up to three, we are both going to kick off the ground. But remember, this is a firebolt, it will go much faster than the broom you are going to use."

She shook her head once again, she already knew this.

"1"

Hermione gulped… This was it she was finally going to fly.

"2"

She wasn't even if she wanted to fly. What was she doing anyways?

"3"

Both Harry and Hermione kicked off the ground into the air, and the broom began to hover. Hermione was still very nervous about flying, and Harry could tell. Every few seconds she would glance down towards the ground, realize how high she was, and begin to shake and almost lose her balance. Harry knew that he had to find a way to get her accustomed to the height level, or else she would never be able to fly alone.

"Relax," He told her, hoping this might help ease her nervous. Unfortunately, it didn't.

Thinking for a moment, he got an idea in his head. Harry decided that to make Hermione feel safer, he would have to show her that he would never let go off her, or let her fall. Harry placed his hands on top of hers, placing her in a half-hug, sort of. He pressed his body against her, trying to make her feel more protective. Hermione, though, was getting more nervous by Harry's, no where near more relaxed.

He increased the grip on her hands to the broom.

"I've got you Hermione; I'm not going to let you fall." He told her again, anticipating one of these times it would stick in her head.

Agreeing, Hermione shook her head, but didn't look back at him, incase that motion might cause her to lose balance and fall off.

He then pushed down onto Hermione's hand, making the broom go much faster. Hermione almost screamed, and definitely clutched the broom much tighter. After a minute or so of fast riding, she realized that she didn't need to grip the broom so tight, she was safe up there, as long as she didn't move too much, or lose her balance.

"Look Harry," Hermione said grabbing his attention. She then turned her head as much as possible to look at him. "I'm doing it! I'm actually flying, and I'm not scared!"

"Yeah," Harry said, completely lost in thought.

He could not take her eyes off of her the whole time they were up in the air and that was beginning to scare him. She looked so beautiful; he had to admit, with her hair blowing behind her in the wind. But what he loved most about her was her smile, the one that seemed to light up the whole world. Right now, her smile was huge, showing Harry that she was proud that she accomplished something she never thought she would be able to do.

It was right then and there that he learned something about himself; he still loved Hermione, just as much as he did before she left, of maybe even more. In fact, he had realized that he never stopped loving Hermione, ever; he just tried to cover up his feelings for her by dating Ginny.

Overcome with emotion, Harry had no time to thing, and for once in his life, he listened to his heart. He moved his face forward, as close as he could to Hermione's She looked up, and Harry did what he thought was right, he brushed his lips up against hers, enclosing her lips in a kiss. At first, she was intrigued by the kiss and began to deepen it, but then slowly remembered something.

As much as she wanted to kiss Harry, she broke away from him, and instantly glanced down. It was exactly what she suspected, since she and Harry were always caught doing something in the wrong place at the wrong time; they weren't alone. Ginny had arrived at the field, and was standing next to Ginny. She was watching them, or at least as far as Hermione could tell she was.

"Not now Harry," Hermione told him disappointedly. When speaking to him, she did not look back at him, she did not want to look into his emerald eyes and see the look of sadness within them. She was already in enough trouble with Ginny; she didn't want to be in anymore. At least now Ginny had an actual reason to be jealous of her.

"I see," Harry said, noticing his fiancé had arrived at the quidditch pitch. "Do you think she saw us?" He asked, feeling really bad, he had just cheated on his soon to be wife. Even though he didn't love her, he knew that cheating wasn't the best thing to do.

I hope not," Hermione answered, feeling awfully guilty.

She immediately leaned forward, bringing the broom racing down to the ground.

AN- Yes I am alive, don't worry. It took me a really long time to make this and the next t chapter, but I did it. Please Review!
Kelly