Harry Potter was in a daze. Well, that isn't really saying much now is it? I mean it's Harry Bloody Potter, not exactly the most focused individual in the world.
However, one may forgive the Boy-Who-Lived for such a carnal sin if they put themselves in his not-so new shoes. (Thanks to Dudley)
He swallowed as his eyes settled on the name "Potter" printed onto the back of Hermione's shirt in large golden letters. Hermione tried catching his eyes, however the emerald eyed boy had zero intentions of losing this battle. He bravely avoided her concerned gaze like a ninja, finding the perfect cues to try to avoid the beans to spill out of the can.
And Harry James Potter was pretty darn close to throwing the can against the wall and splattering the beans onto the warm crimson plush of the common room.
"Harry, are you sure your fine with me borrowing your shirt?", asked Hermione as she marveled at the softness of her best friends Quidditch jersey. She idly wondered why they didn't make school uniforms this comfortable.
"Yea, No Big Deal! I mean the last time I wore those was back in third year. It's been 5 years, WOW! Time flies am I right? Anyways how is your parents doing? Crookshanks! Uhm your great-grandaunt's pregnant dog?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry, "Why are you acting so odd, all of a sudden?"
"Me? Odd? I mean, I am the Man-Who-Won! Like is-"
He was interrupted by a loud smack on his head, he really hated Hermione's personal edition of Hogwarts: A History. It's large weight, proved it to be especially painful when she used it against him during her regular biblophillus assaults on his body for his stupidity.
"Be serious Harry. Is it Voldemort?", continued Hermione gravely
Voldemort was quite frankly the last thing on Harry's mind currently, who could blame him? He had defeated that son of a bastard nearly an year ago. Plus having a seductive brilliant late bloomer, proudly displaying your last name. Does things to men, ESPECIALLY Potter men.
If his godfather's words were to be taken with trust.
"You just look really good today, Hermione", confessed Harry.
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! Before you all yell at the raven-haired teen. GIVE HIM A BREAK. 7 years of being hunted down by a murderous dark wizard did not help him develop appropriate social cues!
Hermione blushed, a red stain latching onto her strong cheekbones. "Thank you Harry"
He heard the distant noise of his team getting ready to play another game of smacking balls into a hoop, when it really doesn't matter because they have Harry Potter. The Best Seeker Hogwarts had seen in decades.
"I suppose you should go Harry", muttered Hermione as she turned her back and began walking towards the pitch.
Harry felt an odd sense of emptiness inside of him, he felt the sudden feeling of missing out... As if the perfect opportunity was slipping out his hand. THE SNITCH WAS GOING TO WALK AWAY FROM HIM.
Harry's mind formulated another snitch in his mind, this one was much more cuter. As it took the form of a certain know it all.
"HERMIONE WAIT-"
She turned to face him, eyebrows cocked in confusion as she bore her dark eyes at him. "What?"
"I think you look good with "Potter" on the back", he squeaked.
"Are you serious?", asked Hermione.
"Yea, I think so", stammered Harry dumbly
"You need to do something to prove that to me though Harry, like something that is very dangerous.. just so I know your not kidding"
"Tell Ron I said… well, you know"
"Okay I believe you now", yelled Hermione. Ron Weasley's jealousy was a destructive force, known to rival thunderstorms.