Ever the Seeker

Ever the Seeker

Summary: One-shot. A game of keep-away gets a little out of “hand”…

By: lockedinaroom

A/N: This is my first story on Portkey. I was really hoping to get accepted at Portkey because I see that everyone here is very kind (especially with reviews and such). I hope you continue to read this story and then drop a line when you’re done. Thanks!

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“Is that a snitch in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” Hermione asked, with an eyebrow raised, looking at the squirming bulge in Harry’s pants.

“What?!” Harry choked.

“Oh Harry! Don’t think for a minute that I didn’t see you take that snitch with you after the match. Madam Hooch has been after me to find that snitch all day. She suspects you mistakenly pocketed it after the match. I’m stalling as long as I can with her. Just be glad she hasn’t assigned you locker room duty yet.”

Of course, he couldn’t fool Hermione. First off, the thought of locker room duty, the prescribed punishment for stealing school quidditch equipment, left a bitter taste in his mouth. Also, Hermione had come up to him right after the match to walk him to the locker room and discuss the game. She must have seen him pocket the snitch.

Harry took the snitch out of his pocket, mainly because of embarrassment. Hermione stepped closer to retrieve it but Harry pulled back. Harry looked at the snitch, then at Hermione. He smiled and then switched to a pleading tone, “You wouldn’t tell anyone would you Hermione? You wouldn’t want me doing locker room duty and have me come back here smelling like Goyle’s ass on a hot summer’s day. Would you?”

Hermione approached cautiously. She slowly brought her hand up, as if to touch his arm. “Well, Harry…” was all she got out before she ripped the snitch from his hand and ran towards the portrait hole. Fortunately, Harry was faster and was able to block the portrait hole with his body.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Harry growled playfully.

“Oh really, do you think?” She asked, surprised. “I am a prefect. I should report this and give you detention, regardless of what the punishment would be for me having to smell Goyle’s ass.”

“Well, why don’t we make this easier on everybody and don’t report me?” Harry asked with an evil grin.

Hermione started pacing. “Well,” Hermione paused. “I do have the snitch. I can’t very well tell Madam Hooch that I haven’t seen it, can I?” Hermione started gazing wondrously at the snitch.

“You can always lie. You’ve done it before. Remember a certain troll? Eh?” Harry said matter-of-factly.

“And what should I tell her?” Hermione said, stopping right in front of a curious, playful Harry. “Should I tell her that a troll in the loo was trying to swat it with his club?” Hermione said, looking bemused.

“Give me the snitch, Hermione!” Harry said as he held out his hand.

Hermione put her hands behind her back. She asked with a playful grin, “Do you really want it?” Harry nodded. “Well, you’ll have to catch me!” With that, she sped across the common room with a somewhat bewildered Harry catching up.

Harry was somewhat confused by this. Hermione had been playing little games with him since the beginning of the year. She would make him think that she was going to pull her bossy-good two shoes-tattle tale act on Harry but then relent with smiles and laughter.

“You know, Hermione, you’re starting to approach the twins on the mischief meter.” Harry had started to chase Hermione around the couch in the middle of the common room. Hermione just giggled. It hit Harry then. Hermione relaxed around him. After all the things they’ve been through together, Hermione felt more relaxed around him.

They stopped suddenly at opposite ends of the couch. Harry, not exactly sure of what he was doing, tried to lunge over the couch to reach Hermione. His face smacked the seat that was closest to Hermione. Harry was sure he had some sort of fabric burn. However, he looked up and saw Hermione with her arms folded with a wing of the snitch poking up from the crook of her arm. She was obviously not impressed.

“Oh, honestly! Are you really that desperate?” She then looked off for a second and then at Harry. She now had the evil grin. She unfolded her arms, took her free hand, grabbed the neck of her shirt, and tugged lightly. With her other hand, she dropped the little golden ball inside her shirt, secured by her bra.

To Harry, it seemed to take an age for the snitch to fall. The fluttering of its wings died as the little ball accepted its fate. Slowly, painfully, the snitch disappeared behind the fabric of Hermione’s shirt. Hermione felt very proud of herself. There is no way on this green earth that he’d actually try to fetch it now. Courage and bravery has to stop somewhere!

Harry stood up and looked at Hermione. Well, he tried to. His gaze quickly diverted to her breasts, which now had the squirming bulge. Oh lord, kill me now, please! I’m looking at Hermione’s… her… her, well, bosom. And then the hormones came in and offered their advice. It’s not a bad view. Is it, Potter? He quickly closed his eyes and said, “Hermione? What are you doing?”

Hermione, for the first time in her life, was dumbstruck. She had seen a look in Harry’s eyes that she hadn’t seen before. He was looking at her breasts, in search of the snitch of course, and then a look came over his eyes. It was almost as if he liked what he saw!

“Well, I’m going to Madam Hooch’s office.” At that, Hermione started off towards the door.

“Wait!” Harry yelled, catching up to Hermione. He got in between her and the portrait hole once again. “Uh… Look, Hermione, I’ll take the snitch and turn it in to Hooch. I’ll tell her everything.” His back was resting against the portrait hole.

“You’ll take the snitch? Then you’ll have to fetch it, won’t you?” Hermione thought Harry was fully ready to accept defeat and she made to step through the portrait hole. Harry didn’t move, however, and Hermione bumped into him. Harry’s hand went around her waist, almost as if to keep her from moving. Now, this is an awkward position, Hermione thought. Their bodies were in almost full contact.

“Fine,” Harry hissed in her ear. Nervous as all hell, he moved his free hand up towards her chest. Oh lord... I just know she’s going to slap me when I get this over with. Six inches away… Four inches away… Three… His hand accidentally grazed exposed flesh. Hermione shuddered imperceptibly. He stopped for a millisecond, but knew he needed to get that snitch. At that, the blasted hormones offered their advice once again. What’s the matter, Potter? You’re a seeker, aren’t you? Get the snitch!

His thumb gently snaked it way under the neckline of Hermione’s shirt. Harry gulped as his thumb rubbed against Hermione’s chest. In a few seconds, his entire thumb was under Hermione’s shirt. However, just as he was about to poke the rest of his fingers under the material, he suddenly felt that the painting was no longer behind his back.

He was falling. Instinctively, Harry grabbed for the nearest thing, which just happened to be the neckline of Hermione’s shirt. Hermione’s eyes widened as she realized that not only was she giving a looking spectator, namely Harry, a glorious view but that she was being pulled to the ground by him. However, that didn’t stop her from instinctively grabbing Harry around his shoulders. Oh, this is so awkward! I hope nobody saw that!

“What the bloody blazes is going on here!?!”

So much for hoping... Hermione sighed. Harry and Hermione both closed their eyes hoping they were imagining things because of all the people to catch them in this state, it had to be Ron. Harry eventually looked up and saw the flabbergasted look on his best mate’s face. The scene had to look awful. Hermione was on top of Harry with her arms around him and he had his hand down her shirt.

Hermione finally spoke up, “Ever the Seeker, aren’t you, Harry?”

Harry, after a second of fidgeting around, finally grabbed hold of the snitch and he felt just about as good as catching it then as he did during the match. Harry might argue that it felt even better…