Hermione is my Princess with an Emotional Range of a Ocean
Nothing you recognize is mine.
Apart from my writing style.
Do I have a style?
Hermione watched from the stands as the Gryfindor team, or rather, just Ron, walked out to the field. The weather was good, the team was ready, her heart raced with excitement.
She was incredibly happy. She had kissed the boy of her dreams.
She was really nervous. She had kissed the boy of her dreams.
What would he say when they met by the lake? He had seemed happy but was it her imagination?
She returned to reality as they kicked off; her eyes locked on Ron.
She quickly flashed her gaze to Harry, to make sure nobody had cursed his broom like in first year; it had become habit to check on him. Seeing nothing she returned her chocolate gaze to Ron.
He was concentrating on the Slytherin chasers but she could have sworn he glanced at her in her usual place.
Before he had joined the team they had always sat here; everybody knew that.
Before long, Gryfindor scored.
She stood and hooted "GO GO GRYFINDOR!" with everyone else but as she sat she murmured, "Weasly is my King.''
Suddenly, Slytherin had the quaffle. They came towards Ron and the goal post, passing the quaffle as they went.
Ron got into position as Hermione held her breath and leaned forward.
The whole audience seemed to be holding their breaths.
Slytherin threw the quaffle, Ron zoomed at it and caught it before it could even get a yard from the goal posts.
All the Gryfindors roared "GO RON!"
Hermione stood and joined them. Soon everyone was back in there seats holding their breaths.
Two hours later, Gryfindor had won.
Instead of standing and cheering, Hermione ran down the stairs to the entrance to the pitch; she stood there cheering with everybody else.
Suddenly, Ron turned towards her and grinned, then did something really surprising, he waved for her to come out to the pitch.
Hermione, who was rarely shy, shook her head no.
Ron sighed and left his team to come after her. She started to back up towards the
exit. Ron gave chase and soon she was hiding behind the couch giggling madly.
"Come on Hermione you're never shy!" said Ron.
He then swoop towards her and picked her up; she of course protested.
"LET ME GO THIS INSTANT RONALD WEASLY!" she screamed.
"Nope" said Ron with a laugh. He started carrying her towards the rest of the team.
When they reached everyone, he set her down. She gave him a resentful look.
"Well you asked for it!" said Ron.
"As I remember, I clearly shook my head!" she snapped.
He laughed and kissed the top of her head, silencing her.
The audience was now crowing with laughter at the unlikely couple.
The audience continued to cheer as they left the field. Ron, who had his arm protectively around Hermione, said to her "I need to take a shower and put on some normal clothes then we can go out."
Hermione nodded; he was so forward, she thought, surprised.
He then left her to take his shower.
Wow, she never thought she would like Quidditch this much, she thought
