Little H/Hr story.
Jun. 10th, 2004 03:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassievalentineI found a challenge journal for H/Hr stuff through Portkey. Good stuff. My entry for today/yesterday's challenge. Challenges can be found here: pk_h_hr_swsc
June 9th challenge
Title Quidditch Lessons
Rating G
Spoilers None, I think.
Summary Hermione has a little surprise in store for the boys when it comes to Quidditch
Length Guestimated at 720. Probably closer to 800, give or take a bit.
Now, I hate flying. It doesn't thrill me at all. It doesn't scare me, exactly, it's just a little too unpredictable for me. And the heights aren't all that fantastic either. The whole 'splat' factor really doesn't work for me.
So, how I came to find myself meters and meters off the ground, on a broom , on the quidditch pitch at the Burrow is beyond me.
Well, that's no true at all. He was all puppy dog eyes and pleading.
"We just need one more Hermione, then we'll have even teams," Harry had pleaded with me. And then I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes and say the desperation for a even game and I relented.
Curse him.
So, here I am, trusting my life to a wooden stick and some crooked twigs as Bludger whiz by my head and streaks of red move the quaffle up and down the field. How I ended up playing seeker against Harry Potter is also completely beyond me.
I tentatively fly up a little higher, maybe things are better higher up. At the very least, I'll be away from the bludgers for a while. I really loath this game sometimes.
"You're doing great," Harry says as he comes over to hover next to me.
"Un huh," I said as I hold onto the broom a little tighter, hoping to see that stupid golden ball and put an end to this madness.
"I thought you couldn't fly," he commented as he scanned for the snitch too.
"I most obviously can!" How dare he! Say I can't do something. . . . The nerve. He at least had the courtesy to mutter an apology. As he glanced everywhere but at me, I saw a flicker out of the corner of my left eye. "Oh, is that it?" I asked, pointing to the right.
"Where?" he asked as he looked and started to move. I pulled my broom to the left and took off as fast as I dared. I heard him curse and turn to chase me.
"Bullocks," I muttered as I tried to go a little faster, pressing myself down on the old Comet
Fred had given me. He pressed himself down on his Comet too. We had all decided to level the playing field by only using the Weasley's brooms.
What a curious sensation, the air whizzing past me, drying my eyes until they teared. I think I understand why he loves this so much, the thrill of the chase and all. I jerk my arm out in preparation to capture the little ball when I see him do the same and our brooms are neck in neck as we go.
"Come on mate! You can't loose to Hermione!" I hear Ron call out from somewhere bellow us. I pull a little tighter down on the broom. He may be the better flyer, but I'm still a few inches smaller than him. More aerodynamic and such. I let out a whoop as my fingers close around the little ball and I feel it fighting to free it's self in my grasp as I head towards terra firma. Ginny is the first to greet me, throwing her arms around me and gushing about how she had no idea I could fly that and why on earth hadn't I ever tried out for quidditch before.
I smiled and laughed with her for a moment before I saw Harry leaning against his broom a few feet a way with a smirk on his face.
"You are just full of surprises," he said as I came over to him, my broom resting on my shoulder.
"Well, I've got to keep you on your toes now, don't I?" I said as he took my hand in his. We trailed behind the herd of Weasleys that were making their way back to the Burrow. He chuckled and led me back to the Burrow where I was greeted with cheers of congratulations and questions about where I had learned to fly like that.
June 9th challenge
Title Quidditch Lessons
Rating G
Spoilers None, I think.
Summary Hermione has a little surprise in store for the boys when it comes to Quidditch
Length Guestimated at 720. Probably closer to 800, give or take a bit.
Now, I hate flying. It doesn't thrill me at all. It doesn't scare me, exactly, it's just a little too unpredictable for me. And the heights aren't all that fantastic either. The whole 'splat' factor really doesn't work for me.
So, how I came to find myself meters and meters off the ground, on a broom , on the quidditch pitch at the Burrow is beyond me.
Well, that's no true at all. He was all puppy dog eyes and pleading.
"We just need one more Hermione, then we'll have even teams," Harry had pleaded with me. And then I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes and say the desperation for a even game and I relented.
Curse him.
So, here I am, trusting my life to a wooden stick and some crooked twigs as Bludger whiz by my head and streaks of red move the quaffle up and down the field. How I ended up playing seeker against Harry Potter is also completely beyond me.
I tentatively fly up a little higher, maybe things are better higher up. At the very least, I'll be away from the bludgers for a while. I really loath this game sometimes.
"You're doing great," Harry says as he comes over to hover next to me.
"Un huh," I said as I hold onto the broom a little tighter, hoping to see that stupid golden ball and put an end to this madness.
"I thought you couldn't fly," he commented as he scanned for the snitch too.
"I most obviously can!" How dare he! Say I can't do something. . . . The nerve. He at least had the courtesy to mutter an apology. As he glanced everywhere but at me, I saw a flicker out of the corner of my left eye. "Oh, is that it?" I asked, pointing to the right.
"Where?" he asked as he looked and started to move. I pulled my broom to the left and took off as fast as I dared. I heard him curse and turn to chase me.
"Bullocks," I muttered as I tried to go a little faster, pressing myself down on the old Comet
Fred had given me. He pressed himself down on his Comet too. We had all decided to level the playing field by only using the Weasley's brooms.
What a curious sensation, the air whizzing past me, drying my eyes until they teared. I think I understand why he loves this so much, the thrill of the chase and all. I jerk my arm out in preparation to capture the little ball when I see him do the same and our brooms are neck in neck as we go.
"Come on mate! You can't loose to Hermione!" I hear Ron call out from somewhere bellow us. I pull a little tighter down on the broom. He may be the better flyer, but I'm still a few inches smaller than him. More aerodynamic and such. I let out a whoop as my fingers close around the little ball and I feel it fighting to free it's self in my grasp as I head towards terra firma. Ginny is the first to greet me, throwing her arms around me and gushing about how she had no idea I could fly that and why on earth hadn't I ever tried out for quidditch before.
I smiled and laughed with her for a moment before I saw Harry leaning against his broom a few feet a way with a smirk on his face.
"You are just full of surprises," he said as I came over to him, my broom resting on my shoulder.
"Well, I've got to keep you on your toes now, don't I?" I said as he took my hand in his. We trailed behind the herd of Weasleys that were making their way back to the Burrow. He chuckled and led me back to the Burrow where I was greeted with cheers of congratulations and questions about where I had learned to fly like that.
