A/N - Why!? Why do I keep getting all these cute little ideas for oneshots but I can't write on my story!? Actually, my next chapter for TWTYA is half done, I'm happy to say. However, it's a little unnerving that this comes easier. -bites nails- lol! Well, I couldn't keep this from you… it's too cute!
Read on! And PLEASE review! I love it when you do it.
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Glancing out the dormitory window, Harry noticed a girl sitting alone in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. Almost immediately, he realized it was Hermione. He ran his hands through his hair and ambled his way down to the pitch.
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Hermione sighed. She wished Harry were there. He would tell her anything she wanted to know. Yes, Hermione was curious. Curious about the game of Quidditch. It was an itch she couldn't help but scratch, so here she sat, trying to learn something out of a book that she couldn't quite grasp from merely watching.
"Hello, Hermione," said Harry.
Hermione started, her thoughts flying away in an instant of breathlessness. "Oh! Hey, Harry," she greeted, blushing slightly.
"What are you doing out here… all alone?" Harry asked concernedly.
"Oh… I was just…" she hastily flipped the book over, attempting to hide the title, Quidditch, More Than A Game. Her face reddened as Harry watched her with a bemused expression.
"…I was… reading," she finished lamely.
"Out here? On the field?"
"It's nice out!" she said indignantly.
Harry sat down lazily next to her. "Yeah, I guess it is."
He studied her for a moment as she fiddled with her book. "What are you reading?"
Hermione flushed yet again, silently reprimanding herself for acting like a silly little girl. "I was reading about Quidditch," she said.
Harry looked surprised. "Really…"
"Yes, really!"
She handed him the book.
Harry grinned at her and flipped through the pages.
"A-actually," she stammered, "I was hoping you could answer a few questions I had."
Harry rolled onto his side to face her. He became suddenly aware of how close his lips were to hers, but made no move to put distance between hem.
"What do you want to know?" he asked, his eyes burning into hers. Hermione's eyes flitted across the length of his body, and Harry felt his heart leap hopefully, a tingle running down his spine.
"Everything," she whispered.
And she was on top of Harry, kissing him with such passion and fire that Harry thought his head would burst right there. She pulled back almost as soon as she had started, stammering apologies and struggling to get up.
"Don't be sorry," he said simply, pulling her back down onto him.
"But-"
Harry silenced her with a kiss. "I love you, 'Mione. I just wondered how long it'd take you to realize it."
Hermione's mouth was left open in an expression of shock, but her eyes reflected what she felt inside.
Love, lust, trust, and an undying yearn to just be with Harry. Just Harry.
"I love you," she said.
Harry smiled broadly and kissed her again.
"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that."
Hermione had a sudden burst of confidence and pressed down into him.
"Oh," she said giggling, "I think I know exactly how happy you are."
Harry flushed but smiled.
"Vixen," he muttered.
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A/N - Teehee! Cute right? I know! Let me know what you really think. Not what my sleep deprived conscience does.
-Jenn