Cats & Owls {Harmione Story}

Falling for the Girl

Since Ron finally accepted Harry being with Hermione, maybe things could start picking up again. And they were.
With the next Quidditch match in a few days, Harry was on edge. Hermione did everything she could to help him stay calm, but his stomach felt as if butterflies were swarming in it. Hermione wouldn't let go of his hand unless she had too. She was worried; not all of his Quidditch matches have gone well.

Harry kept reassuring her; but it felt as if he was helping himself. It was hard for Harry to stay with Hermione and Ron when practice recurred so often. Finally getting closer to Hermione, everything was coming together. Harry hoped that when Quidditch ended, he could start visiting Hermione more. The next few days leading up to the Quidditch match seemed to be going by fast, and Harry's desperation for time with Hermione was increasing.

The match finally came, and Harry marched down the stairs to the field. Hermione caught up to him quickly, and grabbed his hand.
"Harry, be careful." Hermione said. "Be safe." Harry's once spiked, stressful mood lowered. He felt actually almost relieved. He looked into Hermione's eyes and said, "I'll try." Suddenly Hermione flung herself on Harry and kissed him.

Harry was shocked. This was usually not the way Hermione would behave. It was a sweet kiss. Nothing over the top; but Harry knew now how much she cared. She let go, and looked up at him; holding his head in her hands. Harry turned a slight scarlet, and so did Hermione. "Promise me..." She said, "That you'll be ok." Harry nodded, and hugged her.

Then he headed off to the Quidditch field alone.

Harry tuned out Oliver's group talk at the beginning of the match, thinking about Hermione. It wasn't that he didn't care about Quidditch, it was just his head seemed to be spinning. Not only had Hermione taken him by surprise, that one kiss had shown him maybe he had a chance.

Second, it showed how much she cared. And when she let go, Harry saw how much he cared.

Maybe this could work. Harry thought hopefully. That was all he really wanted at the moment; just that chance.
Suddenly, the audience applauded, and Harry knew it was time to start. He shook out of his haze of thoughts, and mounted his broomstick. This was the match against Slytherin; the match that the whole school had waited for. Before the whistle blew, Harry searched for Hermione in the crowd. He wished he could be holding her hand again right now. Stress was bolting through him; then the whistle blew.

Harry's attention returned to him once again, and he took off. The crisp air felt great on his face, and he felt the stress leave him again. He went up high; high enough to survey the field for the snitch. Every so often he heard the ringing of points as the quaffle went through one of the rings. So far, Gryffindor was in the lead.

More points sounded, and the snitch was still out of sight. Slytherin was in the lead now; by 20 points. Now Harry was starting to feel anxious again. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the snitch. It shot by, gleaming in the Winter sun. Harry then took off after it.
Of course, Draco, the Slytherin seeker, took the opportunity to follow Harry. Now both seekers were after the snitch.

Harry was neck and neck with Draco; but he wasn't giving up. Having to be nearly bumped off his broom with Draco right beside him, this made things even harder.

The snitch was inches from his fingers, now. Harry was reaching out as far as he could, but before he could grasp it; he began to fall. His broom had jerked after being hit, and being unbalanced, Harry slipped. The last thing he remembered seeing was the snitch;
It had been in his hands after all.

Harry's eyes fluttered open to see the walls of the Hospital Wing surrounding him. Everything was still hazy, his eyes seemed to be rolling around in his head. Ears still strained, Harry heard a noise. A soft sobbing, actually. He turned his head to see Hermione looking down at her hands. Tears were rolling down her face, then suddenly, Harry remembered why. He had fallen.

"Hermione, don't cry." Harry said looking at her. Hermione gasped, and looked down at him. There was a moment of silence, then Hermione grabbed his hand. "I told you to be careful." She said, tears still rolling down her face. Harry looked at her for a long time. Everything seemed to be slowing down. Memories were returning to him, and his brain seemed to be unfogging. "I said I'd try." Harry said. Hermione put her head on his hand. "I know." She replied.

Quidditch had ended after that final game, and Gryffindor had won. But by the time Harry was able to leave the Hospital Wing, the excitedness had worn off.

The next day after being able to leave, Hermione walked with him to the Great Hall. "I was so worried." She said, gripping his hand. "You fell from high up. It wasn't a short distance." Harry chuckled slightly. Hearing Hermione go on about the Quidditch Match seemed funny to him. He'd never seen her act as worried as when she discussed failing classes.

Harry turned and kissed her forehead.
This caused Hermione to stop talking, and she turned slightly pink. Hermione had now stopped bringing books to breakfast, and really started amazing Harry. Now that he was so close to Hermione, Harry had achieved his goal.

Ron had gotten used to the fact of Harry and Hermione fully now, and still continues to hang out with them.
But with only two more years of school left, Harry decided to consider the future.
But he couldn't decide how it would be without Hermione in it.

{I'm sorry if this chapter was too fast. I was trying to think of ideas, and so I had to make something. I think this chapter turned out well, and I hope you do too. The next chapter(s) will hopefully be much slower, and better. Thank you so much for all the stars, reads, and comments!}