Harry and Hermione Love at First Sight

Disclaimer: Like every single Harry Potter fanfic, I do NOT own any of these characters, just the idea. :) By that I mean my story’s ideas!
Setting: Hogwarts, 5th year fall

Harry walked out of the locker rooms. It was a chilly morning, and his Quidditch robes didn't provide much warmth. Shivering, Harry got onto his Firebolt and kicked off. He swerved between the stands, the wind whipping his cheeks. Grinning, Harry went into a spinning dive and pulled out a foot above the ground. Breathing lightly, Harry rose up to the three goals posts and looked out over the grounds. The sun was just rising, showering Hogwarts in brilliant colors of blue purple and pink. Everyone was probably sleeping peacefully in their soft four poster beds, the owls coming back from a good nights hunt. Sighing, Harry pulled his Quidditch robes about him, and thought about Hermione, asleep in her bed. Her auburn hair spread over her pillow, as she breathed softly, dreaming of homework and passing her O.W.L.S. with flying colors. Harry no longer felt cold, but a great warmth spreading inside him. She seemed to have that effect on Harry. Who would ever have guessed she would be the one he’d fall in love with? Everyone thought it was Cho he liked, she was just a good friend, thats all.

Ever since she had walked in on Ron trying to turn Scabbers yellow, Harry knew there was something special about her. Until last years Yule Ball, he couldn’t name what. She looked so elegant and happy, and after the Ball, Harry knew who he should’ve taken. It was just that, well, he could never work up the nerve to ask her. Harry looked up at the school, probably now serving breakfast and decided it was time to go. Swooping down, Harry noticed a small pinprick, someone waiting for him on the Quidditch Field. Probably just Colin Creevey, wanting a photograph. But coming lower, Harry saw it was Ron. Ron grinned and ran over.

“ Hey Harry! Saw your bed empty, and the Firebolt gone, so I thought you’d be out here. You sure looked good flying! Here, brought you these.” He held out some sausage in a napkin. “Want some? Gosh those House Elves are great cooks, glad Hermione didn't get them to go protestin’ for sick leave and all that lot.” Ron grinned, then in hushed tones said, “ Don’t tell her I said that.” Laughing, Harry shouldered his broom and walked back up to the School.

In the entrance hall, Hermione was waiting for them. She was standing by the hourglasses that showed the house points for all four Houses. Her face lit up as she saw Ron and Harry come in. Hermione ran over, grabbing Harry’s hand, who was still a bit started, and pulled him over to the hourglass, pointing excitedly.

“Look, Harry look! Gryffindor’s beating slimy Slytherin! Hahahaha! When you won that last Quidditch match, you earned 70 house points!” Hermione grinned happily, looking again at the points. Harry looked over at Ron, who whispered, “ Close your mouth and don’t look so bloody surprised! You look like a fish!” Harry shut his mouth firmly, and tried to look calm as his heart raced, just as Hermione turned around.
“You ok, Harry? You look like you’ve been eating a Peppermint Frog.” Her soft hazel eyes searched his face, then looked at Ron, who was fighting the urge to burst out laughing, before shaking her head, and letting go of Harry’s hand.

”You sure you two are feeling alright? You both look ill!” Ron contained himself long enough to say,

“ Well I know what's ailing Harry! The lov-.” Harry quickly elbowed Ron in ribs, giving him a frosty stare. Hermione gave an exasperated sigh, and walked off into Great Hall. Harry watched Hermione walk through the doors before turning on Ron.

“ You stupid git! Why didn't you just out and say I love her!?” Harry took a swing at Ron who ducked and floored Harry with a punch to the stomach. Ron stood over his very winded friend.

“ Well for one, where’s the fun in that? And two, I wouldn't do that ‘cos guy’s don’t do that to one another when dealing with girls. You’d have to be a great stupid prat to do that, because when you like a girl, then your friends’ll go telling her how you watched, “Wanda’s Broom Ballet”, last summer. Not saying you did, just as an example.” Ron grinned at Harry at helped him to his feet, who was clutching his stomach.

“ See? I was only helping you! You should thank me!”

Harry caught his breath and looked up at Ron. “ I hope you won’t always treat this well!” Harry grinned bemusedly, and dodged out of Ron’s reach, running into the Great Hall.

Ron ran after Harry, before stopping dead in his tracks at what was ahead of him. Ron yelled,

“ Harry! Look out!”. Harry looked back at Ron.

“What’d you say??” Harry yelled, just before colliding with Professor Snape, knocking them both to the floor. Ron moaned, covering his eyes. Snape was up in an instant, grabbing Harry by the collar, and bringing him several inches above the floor so that their eyes were inches apart.

“Potter! If I were you I’d be more careful of where I was going! I suppose your over inflated head thought you would get away with it!” Snape gave Harry a look of upmost loathing, an evil smirk on his face. “ Well, once again, your ego has landed you in detention. (Harry rolled his eyes) For your cheek, Potter, lets make it two nights of detention! I’m sure Mr.Filch has something in mind especially for you..”

Snape sneered and released Harry just as Dumbledore walked through a door behind the teacher’s table. Harry glared at Snape’s retreating back, as his coal black robes billowed behind him. Brushing off his robes with a look of disgust on his face, Harry found a spot at the Gryffindor table, where Ron’s two older brothers, George and Fred were sitting, along with Ginny, Hermione and some other fifth years. He sat down, then slammed his fists onto the table, making his toast jump off the plate. Everyone turned to look at him.

Fred leaned over to talk to Harry as Ron sat down and helped himself to some pumpkin juice.

“What's the matter Harry? Seem a tad bit peeved at something!” Harry glared at the teachers table, and said one word,

” Snape.” Harry sighed and put his head down on the table. Ginny looked sympatheticly at Harry’s head.

“ Slimy git! He’s really got it in for you! What punishment he give you? Decapitation? Expulsion? Giving him a sponge bath?” Ron choked on his pumpkin juice.

“ Please Ginny! Some of us want to sleep tonight!” Ron grimaced at the thought. “ Oh great going Ginny, now you have me thinking of Harry giving Snape a sponge bath!” Both Fred and George pushed away their plates.

“ Gee thanks Ron, you great prat! You’ve gone and made us lose our appetites for the whole bloody day!” George reached into his robe pocket and pulled out two Sugar Quills. Winking he handed one to Fred.

“ Have to be off, got History of Magic class next, got some serious thinking to do!”

Laughing, the Twins got up from the table and walked off. Sugar Quills are delicately spun quills make of sugar, so you can suck on them in class and look like you’re thinking of the right answer. Harry rolled his head so that he was looking at Ron.

“ Hey, spare a sausage?” Ron took one of the House Elves best sausage and rolled one in Harry’s mouth. As he chewed, Hermione decided to speak.

“ Well, what do you have to do for punishment?” Harry swallowed.

“ Two days of detention with Filch. What fun. He’ll have me up half the night oiling those chains in his office, and cleaning up what Peeves has destroyed.” He sighed and sat up. Hermione looked at him thoughtfully.

“ You’ll be fine Harry. You’ve been through stuff loads worse then detention with Filch.” Grinning, Hermione leaned forward and whispered.

“ At least you don’t have to give Snape a sponge bath!!” Laughing, they got up from the table and headed up to Gryffindor Tower.

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