Harmione One Shots

Sweet Victory

Summary: Now, his happiness could not be greater.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to LexieBarton on Ao3

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The sharp blow of the whistle signaled that the game was over: Harry Potter had caught the snitch.

He stopped his broom with a quick tug and turned to look around. The crowd had erupted in cheers, and the magically amplified voice of the commentator rang throughout the Quidditch pitch.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS! HARRY POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRIFFINDOR CHAMPION!"

The noise was deafening and it was the best noise in the world. He would never get tired of this feeling. Harry screamed at the top of his lungs and punched his fist in the air, showing the small golden ball to the audience. His teammates crowded around him, laughing and shouting. Everyone congratulated him and Ron hugged him while smiling happily.

Harry laughed and shouted with them. The snitch was still locked in his right hand, his left arm hanging over his friend's shoulders as they descended back to the grass. As soon as their feet touched the ground, the team gathered in a big group hug. The twins lifted him up for a couple of seconds before putting him back down. Everyone was laughing and celebrating, adrenaline was coursing through their veins and their hearts were beating fast with the euphoria of victory.

Harry's cheeks hurt from smiling so much when he finally emerged from the tangled group and picked up his broomstick. In the distance he could hear Malfoy making stupid comments, but it was easy to ignore. Just like the hateful looks from the Slytherin team. He was on top of the damn world, he couldn't care less about them. And then, the rest of the students flooded the Quidditch pitch, ready to celebrate. The after party could already begin to be felt. Luna was among them congratulating him while Seamus patted him on the back.

However, Harry was no longer listening to them because someone else was heading towards them.

The sunlight played in her hair. Her cheeks were glowing from the fresh air and on one of them two thick stripes of scarlet and gold were painted. She also had his Gryffindor scarf wrapped around her neck. He had heard her cheer for him several times during the game, her voice louder than anyone else's. Her brown eyes were alight, her smile big and bright.

She had never looked more beautiful to him.

She walked straight to him, skirting around Ron so she could stand right in front of him. Then, in front of everyone, Hermione Granger grabbed the front of Harry Potter's Quidditch robes and pulled him towards her. The people shouted louder. Dazed, with the snitch still in one hand and holding his broomstick with the other, Harry stood absolutely still as she kissed him. Her lips were warm, moving over his with a determination that made his heart pound and his mind go completely blank. He dropped everything and wrapped his arms around Hermione, pulling her close and kissing her back with equal fervor.

He could feel her cold hands on the back of his neck, but didn't care. The rest of his body was more than warm and his brain seemed on the verge of going into overload.

Several minutes later, they slowly pulled apart. She was still holding onto his robe tightly, as if not wanting to let him go. He was still pressing her against his chest and looking at her in amazement. Had that really just happened? They had been secretly kissing for the past few weeks, but she didn't seem ready to make it public. And Harry, as much as he disagreed, respected her decision. But now, Hermione was kissing him.

She smiled at him and, as if sensing his disbelief, leaned in to give him one more kiss. This one was brief. It was light and soft and the sweetest thing he had ever known.

It was a promise for more.

Harry's heart filled with hope and love, and he smiled like a madman. He didn't believe his happiness could be greater. But seconds later, it was. Ron handed him the Quidditch cup and he raised it for the first time as captain. Everyone clapped and shouted, Harry couldn't even hear his own thoughts. But he realized he wouldn't have it any other way. At that moment he was just Harry. It didn't matter Voldemort, nor the prophecy, nor the dark times that seemed to be getting closer. At that moment he only cared about celebrating with his friends and with the woman between his arms.

She seemed to read his thoughts because she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a soft smile.

Then, holding Hermione's waist with one hand and the cup with the other, Harry headed towards the Gryffindor common room with all the people following him. He didn't worry about his broomstick, he knew someone would surely pick it up. And he didn't worry about the snitch either, because he saw the moment when she quickly put it in her pocket, her cheeks flushed with the emotion of the moment.

Now, his happiness could not be greater.