Chapter 3

Harry's POV

"Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins!"

If Harry had heard Lee Jordan's announcement to the screaming crowd then he would have probably died with the shame of his blonde arch rival beating him to the golden snitch...for the occurrence was very rare indeed. But the young raven haired seeker was lying unconscious at the foot of the Slytherin goal posts, head lolling to one side, firebolt laying a few feet away, soaked through to the skin as the sleety rain pelted down on his almost lifeless body, and blissfully oblivious to the rioting cheers that rang around the packed out pitch from the house of the serpent. He never heard Hermione's screams as she ran towards him robes fluttering out behind her in her rush to reach him, closely followed by Ron at her heels. He never felt it when Poppy Pomfrey made a quick examination at his side then proceeded to levitate him off the pitch to the cat calls and laughter of the Slytherin crowd…for he was dreaming…strange…confusing dreams but pleasant and damn near erotic ones at that.

She was running through flowers and giggling, her mane of crimson hair flying around her like a wild fire…would he catch her? He was out of breath but gaining on her calling her name softly as they ran through the tall grasses, the chase and the capture was all part of the game to them. This was their secret place to come and play, the place where she had taught him so much, the place where he had experienced his 'first time' with her. The meadow full of sweet flowers and tall grasses was theirs and would always be a special place to them both.

Easily he caught her and swept her up into his strong arms planting soft kisses on her face and neck. Then in one easy movement he lay her down, gently pinning her to the soft green grass and grinning at her look of surprise. Searching his emerald eyes she tried to appear cross, but not for long, soon she was giggling and pulling him close to her, brushing her soft lips against his and running her tongue along the entrance to his mouth. Obliging her instantly he let her gain entrance to what she so desperately sought. As they deepened their kiss she grabbed his messy hair and moaned softly as his tongue lazily wrapped itself around hers. Her fingers ran through his thick raven hair as he started to undo the buttons of her white school blouse.

Grinning he pulled back slightly from her, gazing into those icy gray eyes that were always full of forbidden desire…for him and him only. Slowly he reached out and ran his fingers gently through the platinum blonde hair that felt like pure silk slipping between them. The pale boy beneath him shivered from his touch as his fingers resumed their assault on the crumpled school shirt, tearing at the buttons with a sense of urgency that he had never quite known before, wanting to explore the warm pale flesh that lay hidden beneath the crisp cotton fabric. The boy reached out and lazily grabbed a handful of his raven hair pulling his face down to meet the soft pink lips that pressed up against his, sending a shiver through his entire body that had to be the best feeling that he had ever had in his miserable life. Almost too willingly the pale blonde boy opened his lips to him, surrendering the peppermint tasting warm mouth that lay beyond with a delicious moan that sent jolts of elicit pleasure to a place on Harry that didn't really need any encouragement…but it was nice just the same. Harry's hands pushed open the white shirt and gently traced over the smooth warm chest and the erect rosebud nipples that lay underneath the crumpled cotton gaining another groan from the pale boy beneath him…

"Harry…Harry…"

Hermione's concerned voice interrupted the young wizard's dream just as it was getting interesting. With a slight sigh at realising where he was, Harry opened one emerald eye and was met by an over enthusiastic hug from his bushy haired friend. Blinking he opened and shut his eyes a few times to adjust to the light and his surroundings though even if he couldn't see he could tell by the overpowering smell of antiseptic that he was indeed in the Hospital Wing yet again. Sitting up slowly he reached towards the small side cabinet for his glasses, slipping them on his nose and watching as the whole room sprang up to meet his eyes.

"Hello Mione, was I out of it for long?"

Harry smiled weakly and grimaced with the pain from his now pounding head, not realising that he was still holding her hand tightly in his. Ron was sat snoring heavily in the small chair beside his bed, Quidditch robes covered in mud and red hear plastered to his forehead. Glancing over at the high leaded windows he sighed at the moonlight that was pouring through sending a silver path across the stone flagged floor of the quiet ward…he had obviously been here longer than he had first thought.

"Ahh Mr Potter I see you are back in the land of the living now then" Madame Pomfrey's shrill voice broke the silence as she came walking briskly up the ward with a glass bottle in her hand." That was a very nasty fall you had, how you didn't break anything is beyond my medical expertise" She said shaking her head and tutting as she approached his iron bed.

Handing him the potion bottle that was full of a pale blue bubbling liquid she thrust a glass thermometer into his mouth before he could protest and checked his pulse.

"That sport should be banned, I've mentioned it to Albus many a time but I fear he just encourages it even more" She muttered and shook the thermometer a few times before placing it on a small silver tray." You are free to go when you like, take the potion immediately it will stop that nasty headache for a few hours. Come back here if you require another…like I said before Mr Potter you are an incredibly lucky boy".

Harry sighed and removed the cork stopper for the bottle, taking a deep breath he knocked it back in one then handed it back to the medi-witch. With a frosty look she disappeared back down the ward muttering about the barbaric sport being banned and words to that effect before entering her small office.

"Come on Harry, I'll give Ron a nudge then we can go back to the common room" Hermione smiled warmly and retrieved her hand from the raven haired wizard's grasp then blushed as she awoke her red headed boyfriend.

"I need to go check on things at the pitch first Mione. You and Ron go on ahead I'll catch up with you both later…okay?" Harry cheekily planted a kiss on his friend's forehead then swung his legs over the iron bed, frowning at his own mud splattered Quidditch robes as he made his way down the length of the torch lit ward towards the large oak doors, deep in thought as he made his way through the deserted halls and corridors of the vast castle until he eventually reached the marble entrance hall.

Deciding that hitting the showers at the pitch and changing into his school robes would come first before inspecting his beloved firebolt and checking that Ron had put away the ball crate properly, he stepped out into the moonlit grounds and glanced up at the now clear night sky…a complete contrast to the earlier conditions during the match. He scowled as he walked down towards the now quiet and deserted pitch, angry with himself for getting distracted by the blonde and furious with himself for loosing the match for Gryffindor, which was made even worse as he was the team captain…how could he have been so bloody stupid to have let his concentration slip at the sight of the Slytherin's serpent tongue?