Tell Me

I'm glad that people have enjoyed this story and its original ending. This is the second ending to this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first one.

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Disclaimer: I'll refer you back to Chapter 1 to save space and simplify things for those whom have already read it.

Tell Me

Alternate Ending: Catching the Snitch

Harry was keeping an ear on Luna's commentary as he soared above the pitch in search of that flutter of gold that was his ticket to salvation, and potentially a professional career.

“Finnegan scores! Gryffindor leads Slytherin 130-20!” Luna's dreamy voice called over the magical speaker.

Harry smirked at how well the team was playing. There was no question that he'd beat Malfoy to the snitch. The question was how long it'd take to find it.

Suddenly, a shimmer of gold shot past his ear from behind and made a beeline towards the Gryffindor stands. Harry took off like a shot in pursuit with Malfoy nowhere in sight.

This is going to be ridiculously easy. He isn't even putting up a fight this time.

“Oh, there goes Harry,” Luna observed dreamily. “He must have seen the snitch!”

Harry flew through the action amongst the chasers as the snitch kept twitching left and right, but kept heading straight towards the Gryffindor stands. Suddenly Harry's eyes widened as he realized he was headed straight towards Hermione and he raised his broom and did a Sloth Grip Roll while reaching out and grabbing the snitch out of midair just inches from crashing into Hermione. “Hi Hermione,” Harry said with a grin from his inverted state.

Before either of them realized what was happening Hermione grabbed Harry's face and gave him a passionate kiss.

“It appears like Harry has caught more than the snitch today!” Luna's voice cried out. “Gryffindor wins 280-20! They've won the Quidditch Cup for the third year in a row!”

The Gryffindor stands catcalled as Harry rolled upright and pulled Hermione on to his Firebolt with him and flew the two of them to the top of the teacher's stand, where he dismounted on top of it. He helped Hermione off and the two of them sat on the canvas, staring into each other's eyes for a minute.

“Thank you for everything,” Harry finally said as he touched Hermione's face.

Hermione leaned into his touch. “You're welcome,” she said softly.

“Tell me, Hermione. Why did you kiss me?” Harry asked curiously.

Hermione blushed. “That was rather impulsive of me, wasn't it?” she asked.

Harry nodded. “I thought it was brilliant though,” he admitted with a blush of his own.

Hermione beamed at him. “I've wanted to do that for a while now,” she admitted.

Harry's other hand came up to cup the other side of Hermione's face. “So have I,” he said gently before closing the distance between them for another kiss.”

“About time you two figured it out,” a voice from about ten feet away called out.

Harry and Hermione jumped apart guiltily. “Ronald Weasley you should know better than to interrupt somebody like that!” Hermione screamed at him as she drew her wand.

Ron paled and took off away from them as Hermione send a couple of hexes his way.

Suddenly Headmistress McGonagall's voice boomed over the speakers. “Mister Potter, Miss Granger, the two of you should know better than to put on such an appalling display in front of your fellow students. 10 points each shall be deducted from Gryffindor.”

Harry leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear, “ten points well worth it, if you ask me.”

Hermione beamed at him. “Well worth it indeed,” she replied before pulling him in for a heated snog.