Chapter 23 (No A/N, I know I suck at these schedules)
As she fell, she waited for the inevitable crash, the pain, the broken bones, oh! What a thing to happen to Hermione Granger. She, who had never sat on a broom for more than the required for classes, she, who viewed Quidditch as a massive waste of time and only went to matches to cheer for Harry (and Ron, of course, Ron too...), had gotten swept by the enthusiasm when Harry had caught the snitch in a record 12 seconds, winning the game against Slytherin, and lost her footing. Curently, she was hurtling toward the ground at an alarming speed, lamenting the fact that her wand was in her cloak a few meters away from her, forgotten in her seat.
As her life ran through her eyes, she suddenly felt weightless, and turned into a sitting position. Taking in her surroundings, she was sitting in Harry's broom, the same Harry who was behind her, snitch in one hand, the other snaking around her waist to grab the broom. She was alive! She was grateful. She was embarrased. She was... Furious!
"See! This is why I HATE Quidditch!"