Post by Elienp on Nov 13, 2011 5:03:41 GMT -8
Title: Concealed Worry
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 240
Summary: Hermione thought she couldn't hate that sport more, truth was, she could.
She froze, the others' cheers only became louder.
He had almost fallen off his broom and those fools were happy. She clenched her fists. She was doing her best not to scream at them, not to tell them how stupid – and cruel – she thought they were.
To restrain herself was hard, but she couldn't allow her thoughts to leave her mouth, not here.
She tensed again. He had suddenly sped up, to catch that damn golden ball obviously. She could see Harry flying after him.
There'd be contact, both of them only focusing on their golden aim, they wouldn't pay attention to one another. They'd collide, lose their balance, fall perhaps...
She closed her eyes. She hated to see them fight, much more when they were up in the air, then she totally loathed their face-to-face.
Her heart was torn in two. Was she allowed to worry for the both of them? She didn't care about who would catch the damn bug as long as they quickly returned to the safety of the ground.
He had just lost his balance! His hand tightly clutching the broomstick was the only thing preventing his fall.
Her legs jerked, she forced them to stay still.
What would she look like if she suddenly got up, because of her worry for the Slytherin blond captain, when she was sitting in the middle of Gryffindor students?
Right now, Hermione couldn't hate Quidditch more.
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 240
Summary: Hermione thought she couldn't hate that sport more, truth was, she could.
She froze, the others' cheers only became louder.
He had almost fallen off his broom and those fools were happy. She clenched her fists. She was doing her best not to scream at them, not to tell them how stupid – and cruel – she thought they were.
To restrain herself was hard, but she couldn't allow her thoughts to leave her mouth, not here.
She tensed again. He had suddenly sped up, to catch that damn golden ball obviously. She could see Harry flying after him.
There'd be contact, both of them only focusing on their golden aim, they wouldn't pay attention to one another. They'd collide, lose their balance, fall perhaps...
She closed her eyes. She hated to see them fight, much more when they were up in the air, then she totally loathed their face-to-face.
Her heart was torn in two. Was she allowed to worry for the both of them? She didn't care about who would catch the damn bug as long as they quickly returned to the safety of the ground.
He had just lost his balance! His hand tightly clutching the broomstick was the only thing preventing his fall.
Her legs jerked, she forced them to stay still.
What would she look like if she suddenly got up, because of her worry for the Slytherin blond captain, when she was sitting in the middle of Gryffindor students?
Right now, Hermione couldn't hate Quidditch more.
