my mum and dad would absolutely murder me if they knew i was saying this, but Happy Fourth! (i may have been born in London, but moving to America when you're four and living there for fifteen years will do that to you. Too bad i'm in England at the mo', and if anyone saw me saying this i'd get a nice slap upside the head. oh, well.
Disclaimer: JK owns it. I just toy around with it.
Harry had absolutely no bloody clue what happened.
One minute, he was parting from Seamus with a laugh, making his way towards his Head Boy quarters, Firebolt slung over his shoulders and bangs sticking to his head from sweat after a grueling Quidditch practice, and the next...
Well, in the next minute he found himself very...very pressed against one Hermione Granger, who had flown out of nowhere and shoved him into one of the hard walls of the corridor. Her bushy hair was tickling his nose, her face was pressed against his neck (ohdearmerlinhelphim-he-could-feel-her-breath-against-his-skin), her arms were braced on either side of him with her palms flat against the wall, and other very nice and very soft parts of her body were pressed against him as well.
Someone up there liked him today.
And yet, to his utter hormonal dispair, as quickly as she'd been flung against him, she pushed herself away. Stumbling backwards, she blinked up at him, eyes focusing to the horrid lighting as if she had no idea who she'd jus-
"Harry!" she breathed happily. "Thank Merlin it was you and not Terry."
-t run into. Oh. Well...bugger all.
His eyebrows furrowed behind his glasses, processing this latest information. "Terry? Terry Boot? Ravenclaw Terry?
"Yes," she replied, looking over her shoulder distractedly. "He's been after me all morning, and quite frankly I'm sick of it. He keeps insisting he needs help with his Muggle Studies work, but I don't think he's noticed that I dropped that course at the beginning of the year."
"Terry takes Muggle Studies?"
"I rather think he has a crush on me."
"Muggle Studies? Really?" He paused, adjusting his broomstick so that it didn't dig quite as painfully into his neck anymore. "Wait...you think Terry Boot fancies you?"
Her head whipped around, and she looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Why did you say it like that?" she demanded. He started, looking around. "Like...what?"
"You know how," she persisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the corridor to their shared portrait. "You said it as if I was completely mad for thinking Terry fancies me!"
'Well, Hermione', Harry thought irritably, slightly annoyed that this time with her pressed against him was officially over. 'Maybe that's because half of the bloody school knows he likes you.'
She stopped abruptly, causing him to stumble and crash into her. "What do you mean," she asked slowly. "That half the school knows?"
Oh. Fuck. Had he really said that out loud?
"Yes, you did."
Harry blinked, staring at Hermione. He opened his mouth to say something, but promptly shut it as they both heard, echoing down the hall, "Hermione? Hermione, where are you?"
"Oh," Hermione breathed, and to Harry's surprise it came out more as a whimper. "Shit. Terry's found me." Suddenly, she looked at him with bright eyes. He knew that look. Hermione had an idea. And most likely, it would be something brilliant; like a flashy hex or-
She grabbed him by the collar of his Quidditch practice shirt. "Harry," she whispered quickly. "Whatever I do,I need you to play along, alright?" She cast a hasty glance to the curved corridor, where they could see Terry's flickering shadow growing smaller as he approached. "Please, Harry!"
"Alright," he agreed, confused. "But what is it you wa--mph!" His eyes widened to comical proportions as Hermione crushed her lips against his, then they rolled shut as she wound her arms around his neck and sent his broomstick clattering to the floor. His arms found themselves with one winding around her waist and pulling her closer to him, and the other looping under her arm and snaking into her hair. And then, when she opened her mouth to his and pressed her tongue against his lips...
He bloody lost it.
Spinning her around, he crushed her into the wall, pressing his long, hard (not like that, you pervy bastards. well...not yet, anyway) body against hers as he practically ate at her mouth. His tongue was stroking hers, and she was doing things to his mouth with her tongue that he'd only ever dreamed about and-
A strangled noise interrupted their snog. Hastily, Hermione pulled away and looked over Harry's shoulder. Dazed, he grunted out, "Hermione, what..." He turned, and saw Terry Boot staring at them, eyes wide and parchments fluttering out of his hands to lay forgotten on the floor.
He turned back to Hermione, who bit her lip, then said, "Terry...I'm sorry."
"No," he said, and Harry winced when the other boys voice came out several octaves higher. "No, it's...it's alright."
Hermione nodded, and Harry could see the colour rising in her cheeks. Clearing his throat, and wishing to save her from further embarassment, he bent down, picked up his Firebolt and grabbed Hermione's hand, and headed off to their shared dorm with a nod at Terry and a cheerful, "See you around!"
A/N- no, it's not a one shot. I had this planned out as a two chaptered fic, so expect the second later tonight/tomorrow. but reviews are pretty, until then!