Yours [A Harry Potter Love Story]

Chapter 6 : Nicolas Flamel

After a few minutes the quidditch playing flew out on to the pitch. We all clapped and cheered, Gryffindor especially.
"Madam Hooch steps on to the field to begin the game," Lee commentated. Hooch gave each team a few words before she released the Bludgers and the golden snitch.

"The Quaffel is released," Lee commentated again, "and the game begins."

The game was amazing. I truly loved it. I watched as Harry swooped through the air on his new broom. Suddenly I looked up at Harry and his broom was acting crazy. He was flipping and zooming all over the place. "What happened to Harry's broom stick?" I asked Hermione and she took Hagrid's binoculars, looking around.

"It's Snape," she gasped, "he's jinxing the broom."

"Jinxing the broom," I gasped, worried. "Now what are we gunna do?" Ron asked and Hermione smirked. "Leave it to me," she whispered and ran off to the teachers stands.

I looked back up at Harry. He had fallen off his broom, hanging in with one hand. I grabbed onto Ron's shoulder, worried he'd fall. "Come on Hermione," Ron moaned as we all watched in worry.

I looked over at Snape, scowling and a little fire appeared on his robes.

Hermione, I thought, smirking.

I looked back up at Harry and he jumped back up into his broom. "Yes!" I screamed, excited and we all clapped for Harry.

Come on Harry, I thought, you can win this.

Him and the Slytherins seeker (Terrance Higgs) were both neck and neck, chasing after the snitch. Harry was about to hit the ground but turned upwards just a few feet out of the away.

Harry, being the daredevil he is, stood up on his broom, reaching for the snitch. I crossed my fingers, hoping that he wouldn't fall.

He reached a little further sand slipped, tumbling down to the floor. I let out a gasp as his head hit the ground. Harry stood up and held his stomach, gypping. Is he about to be sick?

"It's looks like he's gunna throw up," I cringed.

After a few seconds the golden snitch popped out of his mouth and into his hands. "Harry Potter gas caught the golden snitch," Lee yelled over the intercom.

"Gryffindor wins!" Madam Hooch yelled and blew her whistle. Loud cheers and clapping erupted from the Gryffindor stand. We were all so happy.

After the match we all made our way back to the Gryffindor common room. There was a small party in the common room, celebrating our win.

Harry asked me if I could help clean the bleeding cut on his face so I gladly accepted. I gathered a small bowl of hot water and a little rag. We sat on the stairs in the Gryffindor tower, that lead up to the dorms and I placed the bowl on the step above us.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Madam Pomfrey?" I asked as I attempted to clean the blood from his cheek.

"It's just a graze," he smiled sweetly, "I'll live."

I giggled and dipped the rag back in the water before bringing it back up to his face.

"You were great in the quidditch match by the way," I flirted and he chuckled, blushing.
"Thanks," he beamed,"I'm glad you came."

I smiled weirdly and blushed a little.
"Me too," I smiled and continued to clean the red liquid, on his face.

I looked into his eyes. His green emerald eyes that I had become so fond of these past few months. It was only then when I realised how close we were. Our faces inches away and the side of our knees touching.