Hermione Granger honestly hated these Saturdays. The ones when the whole school went out and watched fourteen of its students play a rough game that could seriously injure someone. And almost every time Gryffindor played, their Seeker got injured. It was inevitable. And it honestly terrified Hermione. She loved said Seeker more than she should. Especially since he was her best friend in the whole world and because he was her friend's ex boyfriend. But, she couldn't stop herself. Their bond was strong, and unbreakable. There was a "sexual tension", as Luna Lovegood put, whenever they were together.
Hermione stood in defiance in the center of the Gryffindor common room, her arms across her chest as she glared at Harry James Potter. "No. I won't go." She said plainly.
Harry sighed heavily and said, "Why not?"
"Because, every time you play Slytherin, well, more like every time you PLAY, you get hurt Harry!" Hermione shouted. All of Gryffindor went silent and turned its attention to the two who were both red-faced and very upset.
"Hermione, it's just a game. And I get fixed right back within hours." Harry said, trying his best to remain calm. He didn't want to yell at Hermione. He didn't want her to cry, because it hurt him when she cried. To be honest, it killed a part of him inside, because he was irrevocably in love with the know-it-all.
"Harry…sometimes they fix you right back up…Sometimes, it takes time. Harry, something bad happens to you almost every time you get on a broomstick." Hermione said, trying to calm herself down. Harry raised an eyebrow at this so Hermione decided to explain. "First year, your broomstick gets jinxed, and you almost get thrown off. Second year, a house elf jinxes a Bludger to chase you and only you, and then our dumb teacher removes all of the bones from your arm. Third year, dementors swarmed the grounds and you fell off your broom. Fourth year, a dragon tries to eat you."
Harry nodded, "And fifth year, nothing happened. Yeah, I got kicked off the team, but that was after the game. Nothing to worry about this year Hermione. I'll be fine." He said with a gentle smile stepping closer to her.
Hermione shook her head and took a step away from him. "No…that was one year. I don't want to watch you get hurt…again. I hate it when you get hurt Harry!" Hermione said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Harry chuckled lightly, "Hermione…why?" he asked.
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes met his emerald green ones and she felt her cheeks go red. "Because…you're my best friend…" she said quietly.
Harry closed the distance and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hermione, I love you too." He said quietly, placing his forehead against her's.
Hermione blushed brightly, "Fine. I-I'll go. Don't expect me to enjoy myself though." She said quietly.
"Of course not." He said as the common room erupted into cheers and he was pulled away by the Weasley twins. "See you after the game." He said with a wink.
Hermione sighed lightly as she fell into step beside Luna who had been in the common room with them. "He looks great in that jersey." She said with a smile.