Author Notes: I own nothing of the Harry Potter universe except the plot of this story. Since I am quite new to fanfiction, please be a bit kind in the reviews. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

As far as I remember, there had been only four or five Harry/Demelza stories in all of before this. Enlighten me if I am wrong there.

Demelza Robins, the Fourth year Gryffindor, was a firm believer in the fact that miracles don't happen in nature. However, now that Gryffindor won't be able to win the Quidditch Cup without a miracle, she sincerely hoped to be proved wrong.

One fateful day, Demelza slowly pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks to find the Captain and Seeker of their Quidditch team, Harry Potter, hunched down at a table, all alone. It was just a few days before their final match against Ravenclaw, and Harry had deemed it important that they hold a meeting at this famous inn for discussion of tactics and plans.

Unfortunately, it seemed no one shared Harry's concern for their last match, no one except her, thought Demelza. Gryffindor had lost their second match to Hufflepuff by a very big margin – thanks to McLaggen's exceptional display of stupidity during the match. Now, they were in a precarious position – securing the House cup seemed out of the grasp. They needed to beat Ravenclaw by a margin of three hundred points of more – a very tall order indeed, as Harry had pointed out.

"Hello Harry." She said meekly, not sure if she should just take a seat on Harry's table. However, her words aroused Harry from his pensive mood, as he looked up to gape at her, reducing her to shifting her feet. She couldn't say she wasn't annoyed by the fact that all of this meant a day wasted.

"Doesn't seem there will be a team meeting today, isn't it?" Demelza blurted out, unable to stand the deafening silence between them any longer.

Harry didn't respond, he just continued staring down at her for sonic moments as if she had committed some horribly stupid act. Oh no!
"That's okay." He finally said. "But why are you standing?"

"Er…" Demelza didn't know of any good way to express her situation. "Just because… because… nothing." She finished swiftly before pulling out a chair and taking a seat opposite him. She had absolutely no explanation for the poor little heart fluttering in her chest, or the slight warmth lingering on her cheeks.

"From the evidence so far…" Harry began, "It seems no one is serious about winning the House Cup. Absolutely no one… except you, of course." Harry said those last few words with a smile, flashing his shiny white teeth – a sight which sent Demelza's insides into a squirming sensation of delight.

"Thank you." She said, desperately trying to make sure that the thing on her face was a smile and not a blush.
"So, I assume you are free today – as you did come down for the meeting?" Harry inquired. Oh Lord! Where was this going?

"I.. I…" She stuttered. Was this really happening… with her? "Yes, I am free." She confirmed at last.
"Good then. Let's take a stroll around the town." Harry said.

Without waiting for her response, he got up and waited for her. Inability to believe her luck kept her glued to the chair for quite some time before Harry regarded it necessary to intervene. "That is… if you want to."

Brought back into the present, Demelza stuttered yet again. She hated stuttering. "Of course, I do. Let's go."
"Nice."

As Demelza followed her captain outside the inn, no one saw the grin that had crept upto her face. It didn't seem like her day would be a waste after all.

After spending an unbelievably wonderful day talking about Quidditch and lessons and various other magical things, Demelza found herself walking back towards their Common Room, just behind a seemingly pleased Harry. From what she had heard from others, Harry Potter, the Chosen One or the Boy Who Lived, was an irritable, sore-tempered and grumpy little moron. All of those rumours were washed away from her mind by the tides of Harry's soft words and smiles directed at her and only her all throughout the day.

She wouldn't forget this day. She knew she wouldn't.

As you must have guessed by now, granted that you aren't Crabbe or Goyle, Demelza Robins liked Harry Potter. Well, not just liked. She loved him. Since when, you ask? All of it started in her second year, when Harry accidently ran into her while returning from the Library. He had been polite enough to offer an apology, even though it was she who had been reckless, and even offered her a hand. She could never forget the ethereal look in those insanely pretty green eyes as she was helped to her feet by none short of a celebrity – Harry Potter himself!

Demelza's greatest trouble in life was that she struggled to make friends. Sure, she could say she was friends with the blatantly showy and nasty Romilda Vane, yet another one of Harry's admirers. Besides all that, she let Demelza tag along with her group of stupid little monkeys. It was a testament to Demelza's loneliness that she snatched onto any chance to hang around with them, even though more often than not, it meant just sitting alone at a table and stare at those little monsters gossip about the most boring topics in this world.

Romilda was the only one who knew about Demelza's fascination with Harry Potter.

"Of course, he would never see you that way." As Romilda reminded her very often, way too often than needed. Demelza knew Harry Potter would never even consider her. She was not worth him at all. She was a loner.

As Romilda thought about some of the other girls close to Harry, she couldn't believe they were only three. There was Hermione Granger, often labelled as the brightest witch of her age – an elder sisterly figure to Harry. She need not worry about her.

Then, there was Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw, whom Harry regarded in surprisingly high esteem, much higher than most of the population of Hogwarts. They had gone to Slughorn's Party together, but as Harry had made it very clear time and again, they were not even remotely in a relationship. No, she wasn't a trouble to Demelza either. Just a very good friend to Harry, that's all.

Next was the most formidable of her troubles: the youngest of the Weasleys, the highly popular and undeniably beautiful Ginny Weasley. Not only was she the sister of Ronald – Harry Potter's best friend, automatically placing her on speaking terms with Harry, Demelza had caught Harry more than once staring at the red-haired girl's direction. As much as he tried to hide it, Harry was an absolute failure when it came to subtlety and as a result, the whole of the Gryffindor Common Room was aware of Harry's infatuation with his best friend's sister.

That was something annoying for Demelza to deal with. What's more, her situation was even more grim now. Recently, Ginny had broken up with Dean Thomas. Many suspected it was because she had her eyes on none other than Harry. With both Harry and Ginny now set up perfectly for each other, it seemed that poor Demelza had absolutely no chance.

It also didn't help that Demelza's only friend, Romilda's relationship with Harry was not a healthy one – which could be described as acquaintance at best and enemies at worst.

Demelza knew Romilda wasn't exactly a bad person at the core of her heart. Sure, she could appear outright vindictive and selfish at times. But she was… a nice person to hang around with. She was a good friend.

It seemed that hell had broken loose the next day: A gloomy looking Harry had summoned the team in the Common Room to inform them of some dire news: He, Harry Potter, the Captain and Seeker of the team, had got himself banned from playing the last match against Ravenclaw. Apparently, it was because of a detention with Snape due to some fight with a Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. Anyways, the reason wasn't important. What was important was the fact that without Harry, it was next to impossible for them to win the match against a sturdy Ravenclaw side, let alone win by three hundred points.

The reaction of her team members to this latest development was mixed. Katie Bell, her fellow Chaser, back for her final match of the year, had immediately resorted to admonishing Harry for being so reckless. It greatly surprised Demelza that Harry didn't argue with her or try to defend himself but just listened to her ranting. That was why she liked Harry so much – he was not the so-called super-human the books tried to present, but a mortal human (she might be wrong there) who could commit mistakes just like any other person. And even Harry seemed to acknowledge that. That was an admirable quality.

Ron and Ginny took incredulous gasps simultaneously. Ron had shouted at Harry while Ginny had settled with just glaring at the Captain. Demelza was sure she noticed some kind of longing in Ginny's eyes through that glare. Things weren't looking very bright.

It was the day before the big day. As per Harry's plans, Ginny would be playing Seeker while Dean Thomas would rejoin as Chaser. Katie Bell was handed the responsibility of captaining the devastated team for their final match.

All throughout the day, from her walks between classes and her practices to her time on the bed – Demelza could think of only one person – Harry. He was an ardent Quidditch lover, as anyone could tell. Thereafter, Demelza could only imagine his misery for not being able to play in their last match – perhaps the biggest day of his life so far.

It seemed no one, not even Harry's best friends Ron and Hermione, saw the pain and horror in his otherwise beautiful green eyes every time he was spotted moving along a corridor, or sitting amidst the crowd in the Common Room. What's more, Harry's latest fiasco with Malfoy meant he had been demoted from the most beloved to the most hated individual in the Common Room. Whispers and glares seemed to follow the unfortunate young man everywhere he went.

It was the pain in her heart on seeing Harry's utterly destroyed state that prompted Demelza to take some decisive action. Yes, she wasn't very famous, meaning she could do little to stop the growing animosity of Gryffindors towards him. But after her day around Hogsmeade with Harry, she was certain of one thing: Harry loved Quidditch with all his heart and soul.

Demelza still remembered that day from her First Year – it was Gryffindor's first match of the year against Hufflepuff – Harry playing Seeker against the highly popular Cedric Diggory. It was a stormy night with heavy rain, not to mention the gruesome sight of those bloody soul-sucking Dementors looming in the sky overhead. Under their influence, Harry Potter, the flawless Seeker, had lost control and fallen down. His broom, Nimbus 2000, unfortunately, hit the Whomping Willow, which did a very good job of smashing the brilliant broom into as many fragments as possible.

Demelza recalled how Harry looked days after the match – his already pale face having lost all of its remaining colour. However, that had shown Demelza a glimmer of a way in her sincere desire to cheer up Harry. Determined, she scampered off in search of none other than Romilda Vane.

It seemed Romilda had just vanished away from the school. Finally, after what seemed like hours of an excruciatingly difficult search, she noticed her emerging from one of the classes alongside her gang of goons. Striding forward, she clutched Romilda's hand and pulled her away from the group.

"You guys carry on." Romilda called out to her friends before confronting her. "What's the matter, Demelza? You seem anxious."
"No.. I…" Demelza was panting. "I was wondering if you could … you know, steal something for new?"

"Oh!" Romilda said and then she smirked. It was nothing new to her than Romilda was an accomplished and highly reliable thief if you wanted something, given that you are capable of returning the favour in some way or the other.

"And what do I get for it?" Romilda said, posing the most important question.
"I will finish your essay on Trolls Snape had assigned to us as homework for next week." Demelza added hastily. Romilda's eyebrows reached the top of her face.

"Really?" She asked, apparently unable to believe her luck. "That essay was supposed to be more than ten pages long. Please tell me you're joking."
Demelza smiled. "No, I am not."

Romilda resorted to a few more moments of incredulous staring before coming back to her senses.
"Since you're eager to do something so magnificent for me, I assume stealing whatever you want won't be easy?" She asked rather fearfully.

"You can say so."
"So, what do you want me to steal?"

Demelza had never imagined she would stoop so low to get what she wanted. But as the saying goes, everything's fair in love and war. She took in a deep breath before confessing, "I want you to steal Harry's broom."

"What!" Romilda looked scandalized. "You mean, his Firebolt?"
"Of course not!" Demelza snapped. "I should've been clear. I want you to steal the remnants of Harry's old Nimbus 2000."

Romilda stared at her for sonic seconds, making Demelza wonder if she had asked for too much.
"You will do it, won't you?" Demelza asked uncertainly."

Romilda looked hurt. "Of course I will." She snapped. "But if you don't mind, can I ask you why do want it?"
"Actually I do mind." Demelza countered. She did not want to answer that question – that would give away her grand plan.

"Okay, then. Deal."
"You know where he keeps it, don't you?" Demelza asked with some degree of fright seasoned in her voice.
"I think Ginny once told me that Harry keeps it under his Dormitory bed." Romilda added thoughfully. "Anyways, that's none of your concern. I will get back to you by tonight. And do make sure you finish my essay by this week." She added threateningly through gritted teeth.

"Of course, I will."

The next day, the sight of a sad-looking Harry waving goodbye to the team before departing to his torturous detention with Snape touched something within her. But Demelza knew by the time he returned, it would be replaced by a smile. You see, she had managed to repair the Broom – a testament to her lesser known skill in mending Brooms (her father worked as a broom manufacturer under Nimbus). It had taken her a good three hours before she held the fully repaired broom proudly in her hands, and another hour of polishing to make it look as good as new. Harry was bound to love it.

She had decided that the best way to deliver the gift to him would be via an owl. So, she had summoned her every faithful pet, her beloved owl. Handing her the carefully wrapped package, she had spent yet another half an hour training the owl to bow down while offering the present. Demelza had also thought it necessary to teach the owl the exact timing of delivery – so that Harry had the broom dropped directly onto his hands immediately after emerging out of Snape's office after detention.

She had even bothered to attach a tiny note to it, saying "With love. - Demelza" Surely, it won't hurt if Harry knew who was trying to cheer him up.

It was a small gesture – but if it could cheer him up, it was worth all her pains.

The party in the Gryffindor Common Room was in full swing. For the first time in her life, Demelza felt included in everything, whether it meant being paraded through the highly jubilant and enthusiastic crowd along with her teammates, or being patted on the back now and then by some random person. She was happy, really happy. It seemed to be the very best day of her life, and it wasn't even finished yet.

They had flattened Ravenclaw in the match today. When a triumphant Ginny held out her hand in the air, the Snitch safely clutched in her hand, the score read 450-140. Demelza had felt nothing could go wrong. Sure, she had scored thirty of the fourty-five goals Gryffindor had scored today, but a lot of the credit should go to Ronald as well – who had taken it upon himself to guard the Gryffindor goalposts against the repeated flow of formidable Ravenclaw attacks, some of them being of the very highest standards. He had been an absolute pillar for the team throughout the game against a highly competent Ravenclaw attacking game.

The Common Room suddenly fell silent as she heard the Portrait Door opening. She needn't guess who it was: she was sure it was none other than their captain, Harry Potter.

While walking back with her team, all of whom were now very proud of her, Demelza had decided one thing: the moment Harry entered the Common Room, she would sprint off towards him and give him a tight hug. She knew it sounded stupid, but it was the very last thing a highly desperate Demelza could do. She hadn't missed the determined look sometimes flashing onto Ginny's face every time they heard the Portrait door opening.

Standing up on her toes, Demelza peered into the open space surrounded by the crowd to confirm her suspicions: yes it was Harry. She was about to start wrestling her way out of the mob blocking her way towards Harry when her heart stopped beating. She saw Ginny, with her shiny red hair and radiant face, run towards him. Demelza also saw Harry moving his lips in a rather peculiar way, but that was enough. In that moment, she knew all was lost.

Demelza felt hurt, betrayed even. All of that effort mending the broom, packaging it, with love and care, suddenly appeared to be an utter waste of time. She kept cursing herself for hoping, even if it was for a small moment, that Harry would return her feelings. She was not popular or beautiful like Ginny, she wasn't intelligent either. Why would anyone be interested in her? Ginny was perfect for Harry, she tried convincing herself, even though her eyes seemed to be disagreeing as they exploded into a relentless flow of tears. She was nothing.

Deciding that the sight of the two snogging would hardly lift up her spirits, Demelza turned back and was about to walk off to her dormitory when she stopped in her tracks.

The cheering and shouting in the room hadn't stopped, which should have in the scenario Harry kissed Ginny. Could it be… could it really be?

Demelza turned back to see Harry breaking off from Ginny's embrace. It didn't seem that the two had snogged at all, if the annoyed look on Ginny's face was any indication. Harry's eyes were restless, darting from person to person in the Common Room, as if searching for someone, until they came to rest right on her.

Demelza suddenly felt highly uncomfortable. Surely, Harry wasn't looking at her, was he? She turned back to see who it was he was staring at, when to her utter bemusement, she found herself standing against the very edge of the room. He was really looking at her.

Demelza quickly turned forward to face Harry standing just a few feet away from him. The whole Common Room was silent, as though waiting for something overly dramatic.

"Hi Harry!" She squeaked out when it was pretty clear pretending she hadn't noticed Harry looking at her won't be able to help her wriggle out an escape. "We won the match. Aren't you happy?" She asked, feeling like a moron.

Harry simply smiled. (Oh, that ethereal smile!) "Yes, I am."
"Want a Chocolate Frog?" She asked in utter desperation to break off from this conversation, well aware that all eyes and ears were upon them, hanging onto every word escaping her mouth.

Harry's smile turned to a smirk as he said, "Actually, I was hoping for something more."
Demelza bit her lip. It was being highly unlike Harry.

"Well… then… I am not sure if I am the right person." She sighed. "You see, I have nothing except Chocolate Frogs. Why don't you ask someone else?"
"No." Harry said firmly. "I want it only from you."
"And what exactly is it?" Demelza squeaked out of frustration. This was being too much.

The unpleasant smirk on Harry's face was accompanied by a sudden excitement as he said put his chin on his palm and said thoughtfully, "Well.. for now, I will settle for a kiss."

"What?" Demelza almost shouted in embarrassment, her face turning the colour of a ripe red apple. Her eyes widened manically as she said, "What did you say?"

Harry didn't reply. In response, he simply pointed to a wrapped package in his hands – the Broomstick she had mended.
"Yes, I… I… mended it for you." Demelza said fearfully. She was freaking out.

"I am not talking about that, you know." Harry said. He then pointed to a note on the package – it read "I love you, Harry. – Demelza"

Demelza gasped before putting both her hands to her mouth. Sure, she meant every word in that message, and those words had been playing inside her head over and over again while she was writing that note, but she had no idea what she had actually done was to write it out bluntly just like that. What she thought she had written was something entirely different.

"Now that you are done stuttering, I would like to claim that kiss." Harry asked with that same smirk, before he leaned forward towards her – much to her alarm.

"I- um… I-" She stuttered several times, unsure of whether to be excited or scared. She could not believe her idiocy in doing that - declaring her feelings out in the public as if they were weather reports. Harry's patience, it seemed, finally snapped, as he gave out a loud snort.

"Why me Harry?" She finally moaned, her supply of words quickly depleting.
Harry scratched his head. "Let's just say it's because I find you to be cute and sweet and…" His voice trailed off as he allowed the rest of the room to enjoy Demelza's flustered state, her face turning redder and redder with every word he was speaking.

"Oh!" He gasped, apparently forgotten to have said something more to add to her miseries. "And also that I really think snogging you would be so much fun!"

Well, there was it, Demelza thought with a weak smile. All of it was a joke – just a joke planned by Harry and Ronald and Ginny and who not.

"Harry, I am..." She tried formulating some apology and a suitable explanation to that horrible note, but the words never left her open mouth as the next moment, Harry had closed it firmly with his own. It tasted so sweet!

As it turned out, not eager to hear her stutter anymore, Harry had chosen that moment to lean forward, push her against the wall and smash his lips against her quivering ones. She was too stunned to react in any possible way, robbing her of any chance to pull back. For a moment, just for one brief fraction of a section, Demelza tried to escape his mouth, but found her lips literally glued to Harry's. Then, she gave in – and didn't regret it for even a second after that.

It felt truly wonderful, standing right there, at the centre of attention of the Common Room, lips locked with none other than Harry Potter himself.

After what seemed like several sunlit days, they finally broke. Demelza found her mouth extremely wet with the magical touch of Harry's lips, and tried rubbing it off with her hand before deciding not to – she was enjoying the lingering wetness on her stunned lips.

The Common Room had gone entirely silent, so silent that for a moment, Demelza feared she had gone deaf. Ginny Weasley, standing a few feet behind Harry, seemed to be on the verge of tears, while Demelza thought she saw a look of utter betrayal on Romilda's face, though she knew Romilda would eventually find it in her heart to forgive her. At the back of the room, she saw Ronald with a smug expression on his freckled face and a beam lighting up Hermione's. Both seemed to be very much happy for their friend.

The defeaning silence finally halted when Dean Thomas wolf-whistled and a loud session of clapping broke out, led by Seamus Finnigan. All of a sudden, she found herself to be among two of the most popular inmates of the room. Harry was still grinning widely at an utterly flabbergasted Demelza when a group of girls seized hold of her, pulled her away from Harry (Oh no!) before hurling countless questions at her - from how she had known Harry to if she had been slipping him Love Potions.

But suddenly, she felt a strong grip on her other wrist, and looked up to meet a pair of determined green eyes.

"Actually, we were planning to go out for a walk." Harry announced to those girls loudly, who had immediately let go of her. She noticed Harry hadn't freed her from his clutches but couldn't say she was annoyed by that. She very much enjoyed his touch, and gently squeezed his hand with her own.

"That is, if you don't mind." Harry turned to her in a much more gentler tone. Demelza, it seemed, had lost the use of her voice. Not wanting to ruin this perfect moment, she simply nodded, throwing her brightest smile at the boy before following him out of the Portrait door and into the vast open ground and beyond, hands linked together all the way.

Miracles, it seemed, do happen. One just needs to wait for them.

Well, thank you for reading that. Please review. After all, it really makes my day to see your reviews. I am really really looking forward to your opinion.

Rest assured that this story will eventually be updated, but not in a very long time. Currently, I am working on a gigantic Luna/Harry story. This was more of a break from that.