Hey guys! I am incredibly sorry that I haven't updated in ages. I have had so much homework and assignments. I'm in year 10, and in NSW, that's a really important year. I have to do really well on my school certificate otherwise I won't be able to continue at my school (coz I have to reapply for years 11 and 12). I don't have that good of a record. Translation = I jigged a hell of a lot and I didn't hand in assignments. So I have to make it up now.
Okies, so this chapter we have a Hermione POV. She's not exactly nice at the moment. Oh, and I changed it so that Harry is Quidditch Captain this year.
Oh and HUGE THANK YOU to Thata Phoenix! She motivated me to type, even though it took me ages :P
I had heard the rumours around the school. It couldn't be true. There was no way that Harry and Bella were going out after knowing each other one day! Just no way!
Just then, I saw them enter the Entrance hall holding hands. This is unbelievable!
How dare she? He's my friend, and she just waltzes in and steals him away!
I feel absolutely murderous. I have to break them up. How can he pick her over me? I've known him for 5 years now, its got to be obvious that I like him. How thick can a guy be?
I started devising plans in my head. That will work nicely. I smiled deviously to myself.
I can't believe how lucky I am. She's going out with me. She could've easily had any guy at this school but she picked me! I can tell that we're going to be the subject of all of the gossip over the next few weeks but I don't care.
We walked back to Gryffindor common room. As we were walking I thought about taking Bella on a date.
Maybe a day together in Hogsmeade?
We could go this weekend. I could take her on a romantic date to show her how much I care about her. I know I've only known her for a little while, but I think I'm starting to fall for her.
Should I ask her now or later?
I decided to ask her now. "Uh, Bella?"
"Bella, would you like to go out on a date with me this weekend?" I asked nervously and held my breath waiting for her response.
Her face broke into a smile, "Of course, Harry! I'd love to."
I exhaled in relief. I started grinning like an idiot. I was so happy that she was mine.
Harry looked nervous. I wondered why.
"Bella, would you like to go out on a date with me next weekend?" He asked.
I smiled and told him excitedly, "Of course, Harry! I'd love to!"
He looked relieved at my answer and started grinning stupidly.
"So, when and where were you planning for this date to be?" I asked him.
"I was thinking next Saturday, in Hogsmeade. What do you think?"
"Sounds perfect, Harry." I held his hand until we reached the portrait.
Harry said the password and we climbed through the hole and into the commonroom.
We sat by the fire and started to do our homework in silence, only occasionally speaking to ask for assistance with an answer.
Before long, hours had passed and it was time for dinner.
We headed down to the Great Hall and sat down beside each other at the Gryffindor table. Not long after, Ron, Fred and George joined us and started talking about something called Quidditch.
"Um, guys? What's Quidditch?" I asked, looking at all of their shocked faces.
"Blimey! You don't know what Quidditch is!" George exclaimed.
"It's only the best game in the history of forever!" Fred told me as Harry sat watching amused.
"Oh, so it's a game. How is it played?"
They proceeded to tell me all of the basic rules and they also told me what positions they played.
"Sounds like fun. Maybe I could try it sometime? Not serious or anything, just for fun," I suggested. It really did sound fun, and I definitely want to try a sport where I have absolutely no chance of tripping over.
"Sure, that's a good idea. Maybe we could do it this weekend? We're going to be busy over the next few weekends with the team tryouts. Harry's the captain this year." Ron told me, proud of his friend's achievement.
"Really? He never told me that," I looked over questioningly at Harry.
He just shrugged and said, "It never came up. But I'd love to show you how to play."
I listened to them chatter about different Quidditch teams until the end of breakfast. We headed off to class but all I could think of was trying out Quidditch this weekend.
All I had been thinking about this week was trying Quidditch. It sounded really fun and it would be impossible for me to trip over. I just hope I don't fall off the broom.
It was finally Saturday morning. We had a quick breakfast and then headed down to the Quidditch pitch.
"Here Bella, you can use my broom. I'll use Ron's." Harry offered his broom to me and I took it, weighing it in my hand. It was as light as a feather. It really was a nice broom.
"Thanks Harry." And with that, we headed out onto the pitch.
I saw Fred, George and Ron all sitting in the stands watching.
I looked towards Harry and he took that as an indication to start.
"Okay Bella. Put it on the ground beside you," I did as he said.
"Now, hold your right hand over the broom and say 'up' in a commanding voice. It should fly up into your hand."
I took a deep breath and said, "Up!" The broom jumped up into my hand immediately and Harry looked impressed.
"That's very good, Bella. Not many people get it on their first try," He told me encouragingly.
"Alright, now mount the broom like this." He swung one leg over his broom and stood with it between his legs. I copied and looked at him expectantly.
"Okay, now watch carefully." I paid very close attention as he kicked off from the ground. He rose a few feet and then just hovered.
"Your turn, Bella."
I tightly gripped the broom and kicked off, half expecting to fall straight back to the earth.
Amazingly, the broomstick hovered above the ground.
"Okay, now pull up." Harry instructed. I did as he said and stopped only when I was level with him.
"Well done, Bella. Now we're going to go to the other side of the pitch. Just lean forward and if at any time you want to go back to the ground, just lean down slightly."
With that, I leaned forward slowly and the broom moved forward at a snail's pace. I decided to try and pick up the pace. I leant further forward and the broom sped up tremendously. I found it odd that I didn't mind the speed. In fact, I enjoyed it. It was exhilarating to feel the rush of the wind and the lack of support beneath me.
I noticed that I wasn't beside Harry anymore. I slowed down and turned around, amazed at far I had actually flown. Harry was looking at me with awe. He finally reached me on his slow broom.
"That was incredible, Bella. You're a natural!" I blushed and he continued, "I think you should try out for the team. You'd only need a bit of practice and you'd be fantastic!"
I smiled shyly and nodded, "I might try out, but I don't think I'll be any good. And if I, by some miracle, do get on the team, people will think I'm only there because I'm your girlfriend."
He considered my words for a moment, "Once they actually see you fly, there's no way that they could possibly think that. And I've seen what competition you've got. Trust me, you're gonna make the team, you fly heaps better than some of the people who've been flying for years."
I just nodded and let the subject drop, I wanted to get flying again.
"Let's go again. Come on, I'll race you back to the other side of the pitch!" I took off, leaving him behind me. I can't believe how free and actually happy I felt. I hadn't felt like this in ages and I was amazed at how I had started to heal in only the few days that I had been here. I had made more progress here in a week than I had in months in Forks.
I had really come to relish my decision to leave Forks and come to Hogwarts. I was really starting to feel normal again. Even though I still loved Edward-wince- I didn't have that gaping hole inside me. I no longer felt like I was just surviving day to day, I now felt like I could be happy again.
I felt rejuvenated, like I had been asleep for months and had finally woken up. Like a caterpillar that emerges as a butterfly after months of being trapped in a cocoon.
I looked over at Harry and felt my face break into a smile. It was because of him that I was healing. He was putting me back together again and he didn't even know it.
Harry saw the smile on my face and asked, "Why are you smiling?"
"Just because," I told him simply.