Broom Racers.
Complete prima donnas. That's what Hermione Granger thought of them.
But he was different. He was older than the rest of them, more experienced. And with gorgeous green eyes. He had a scar on his face too, but she didn't care about that.
She had first saw him when they were younger, on the train to Hogwarts for their first year. She knew who he was because of the hair, which was messy, always messy.
She had fell in love with him then, and he had with her.
But he fell into a bad crowd.
He got seduced by the dark side...
...by broom racing.
A Dark Art worse than those practiced by Lord Voldemort.
But only the best would make it, and he was naturally talented, going as far as to join the Broomula One World Championship at the age of 21, with only 3 years of experience in the sport.
He had gone up against the best, joining the Minardi team, followed by stints at the Renault team, McLaren Brooms, and even a stint at the biggest team in Broomula 1, Ferrari, where he won 4 back to back championships. But he would always return to the Renault team.
Unlike many of his contemporaries, he had spent his whole career being single, not being linked to any woman.
Because unbeknownst to Hermione, he was in love with her. Not that he could tell her, between training, racing, and all the sponsorship meetings.
Harry had thrown himself into his racing, anything really to avoid having to deal with his relatives. His aunt and uncle, who he had lived with when his parents died, his dad in a Broomula One race, and his mum at the hands of Lord Voldemort
She had been invited to the Broomula One Monaco Grand Prix, a race set across the city of Monte Carlo, by a friend of hers from her Hogwarts days. The tickets they had were the best available ones, ones that only celebrities, millionaires, and sponsors of the teams could get.
And her friend, Daphne, had got some.
Hermione would admit that she had never gone to a Broomula One event before, but getting the chance to be able to watch from a private stand located on the course at Monaco, a stand above the Alpine Racing broom shed, was even something she had never dreamed of.
And she would be able to see those prima donna racers, be able to see him.
Harry Potter.
The man that she loved more than anything else in the world.
As the two women walked into the Alpine Racing broom shed, she noticed that it was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside, and giggled. It was like she had walked into a wizarding version of a TARDIS, but without the ability to time travel.
And when she saw him, she noticed that he hadn't changed much. Granted he had got older, and more fitter, but he still had those gorgeous green eyes, and that messy raven hair.
She saw Harry was talking to his teammate, a younger broom racer she had heard was from Beauxbatons, and she could see that he was still the same old Harry that she had remembered years ago.
And then he turned around.
"Hermione!" he called out, and waved. "How have you been?"
She smiled at him, as the young broom racer from Beauxbatons looked at them curiously.
"I'm good," Hermione said, smiling back at him. "You look great."
"Thanks..." he said, looking down at himself. He walked over and hugged her. "I've missed you."
"Me too." Hermione felt herself blush as she hugged him back.
Harry pulled away and took her hand. "You're looking beautiful as ever."
Hermione blushed again. "Thank you, Harry."
Harry squeezed her hand gently. "Let me introduce you to my teammate, Esteban."
Walking over to the other broom racer, Hermione felt her heart flutter, the memories of her Hogwarts days with Harry, how they had defeated Lord Voldemort, how she had been close to telling him that she was in love with him.
"Hermione, this is Esteban. Esteban, this is a very good friend of mine, Hermione Granger." Harry introduced.
Esteban kissed her hand and smiled. "The famous Hermione Granger. You know, Harry never stops talking about you. He talks so much about you, I think I might have to go deaf."
Harry laughed at that. "I'm not that bad, surely?"
"Its always Hermione this, Hermione that. He's a bit obsessed."
"That's not fair, Hermione has been one of my closest friends since we were at Hogwarts." Harry protested.
"Yeah well, its pretty annoying, if you ask me." Esteban chuckled. "Anyone would think you had feelings for her."
Harry went red at that.
"You do, don't you?" the younger Alpine racer said.
Harry looked at Hermione, who was blushing furiously. "No, of course not."
"Yes, yes, you do." Esteban smirked. "Come on, just admit it. We both know you do."
"I - I don't..." Harry stuttered.
Esteban grinned at his teammate. "You do, its obvious. Come on Harry, admit it."
"I...I..." Harry started to protest again.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione sighed. "Is it true?"
"Err...well, erm..." Harry trailed off.
"It's true, isn't it?" Hermione smiled at him.
Harry sighed. "Yes. I've been in love you Hermione. Since we were at school. I... I didn't want to tell you though because I didn't know if... if you liked me like that."
Hermione looked at him, and kissed him.
"Of course I do, silly." She whispered against his lips. "I've been in love with you, since we were at Hogwarts."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
"Yes, really." Hermione smiled.
"But... why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I thought you'd laugh at me."
Harry kissed her. "I wouldn't have done."
Esteban cleared his throat, and Harry and Hermione broke their kiss.
"Now you two lovebirds are reunited, I'm sure Harry will win this race. Maybe he can get another win." The young broom racer winked.
Hermione watched as Harry flew across the finish line first, and she sighed happily. It seemed like everything was going right today. And when she saw him walk over to her and hug her tightly, she knew that she couldn't ask for anything better.
"You did it!" Hermione cried.
Harry smiled at her. "Thanks."
They walked out of the Alpine broom shed together, and Hermione saw that there were a few reporters waiting for them.
"You must be delighted at your victory today, Harry Potter." One of the reporters asked.
"Err, yeah... thanks," Harry replied nervously. "I mean, I'm happy we won, but it wasn't easy."
"What do you attribute your victory to?" Another reporter asked.
"Well, if I'm honest... I think it was all down to Hermione," Harry said.
Hermione blushed. "Thank you."
The reporters laughed.
"Hey, I'm serious! I wouldn't have made it without her." Harry continued. "She gave me the boost that I needed."
"Aww, what a lovely couple you make!" the second reporter teased. "Congratulations on your win."
Harry and Hermione walked away from the paddock, and along the footpath to the hotel that they were stopping in.
"So, how much longer will you be staying here?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Not long. I'll probably leave tomorrow or Tuesday."
"Oh, where are you headed then?" Hermione asked.
"Azerbaijan. The next race is around Baku." Harry said. "Listen, Hermione... do you want to join me there?"
Hermione flushed. "Why... yes, I would love too."
Stopping, he turned around, and kissed Hermione.
"I love you Hermione Granger."
"I love you, Harry Potter."
After they parted, Harry put his arm around her waist and they walked back towards the hotel.
She knew from that that not all broom racers were prima donnas.