Harry ducked an incoming Bludger, spun on his Nimbus 2000 and rocketed forwards to dodge a second one. This was part of the tryouts for Slytherin Quidditch team. They were testing to see players' maneuverability, and that meant Bludgers.
The two Slytherin Beaters, Derrick and Bole, were… less than great Beaters, but they were big and strong, and a direct hit from a Bludger they sent would hurt like a bitch.
Harry performed a loop-de-loop and came to a smooth stop in the grass. The current Slytherin Seeker, Terrence Higgs, looked on bitterly.
"Well done!" Cassandra enthused, and the very pregnant sixth year approached Harry with a huge smile.
She wasn't back in school yet, and was due to go into labor any day now, but she's insisted on returning for tryouts.
With her there, Harry knew, he had the position in the bag.
After all, Harry thought to himself, this would hardly be the first position Cassandra put him in.
Cassie looked extremely hot nine months pregnant, and her breasts looked larger and heavier, to Harry's delight.
Cassandra blew a whistle, then placed a hand on her swollen belly.
"Draco! You're up next!" she called, and Draco Malfoy gripped his Nimbus 2001 tightly.
Derrick and Bole began their hits again, and Malfoy did a pretty good job dodging most of them, but one of the Bludgers nicked the tip of Draco's broom, sending him spiraling around straight into a second Bludger, which collided with his arm.
The Slytherin Quidditch team hopefuls and the crowd in the stands hurried down to see if Draco was alright, not particularly because they cared for his well-being, just because his fate would surely be interesting.
His arm was assuredly broken, Harry gathered. Within a few seconds, Hermione was at his side, and she took in the sight of Draco as well. Hermione drew her wand.
"Here, I know a healing spell that will help!" Hermione tried to be nice, but Draco snarled at her.
"Nobody wants your help, you filthy Mudblood!" Draco spat.
Like a bull, Harry could only see red. He was dimly aware of leaping at Malfoy, his fist connection solidly with the pale boy's face.
Harry felt strong arms haul him back and realized Marcus Flint, the team's Keeper, and Derrick were hauling him off of Draco.
Harry fell back onto the grass, still furious. He scrambled to his feet and made for Malfoy again, but Cassandra put herself between her brother and the father of her child.
"Look, there's no need for violence." Cassandra said seriously, "What Draco said is absolutely unforgivable, and for it, I'm disqualifying him from today's tryouts. You're not a part of this team. And Harry-"
Cassandra's face softened when she looked at Harry, but she quickly put back on the stern mask in front of all these people.
"Attacking isn't OK. But, you didn't instigate this fight, so I'm letting you off with a warning." Cassandra said in as firm a tone she could muster. It almost sounded very maternal.
The majority of the crowd dissipated, and Crabbe and Goyle helped a humiliated Draco to the hospital wing. Harry saw the bruising on Malfoy's face and felt a sense of pride in his chest.
Hermione hurried up to Harry as he headed towards the exit of the pitch.
"What was that? Why did you attack him over that word? Uh… Mudblood?" Hermione asked.
"He was insulting you, Mione." Harry said fiercely.
"Well, I gathered that, thank you." Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Look, he called you a very derogatory term for Muggleborn. He means that you have 'dirty blood', and aren't worthy of being a witch." Harry said angrily, "My mum got called that here, too. Doesn't matter how amazing you are, Mione, there's always going to be assholes like Draco, fucking purists-"
Harry was cut off by Hermione throwing her arms around him and kissing him.
The kiss was shy and gentle, and didn't last too long, but Harry was looking at Hermione in amazement.
"Why did you-" he broke off.
"You called me amazing." Hermione said, cheeks flushed.
Harry tugged Hermione back in for another kiss, this one with some heat behind it, though he took it slow, as he guessed that this was only her second kiss, and her first kiss was had moments previously.
When Hermione drew back, gasping for air, Harry simply let his gaze take in all of Hermione's face.
She was beautiful, unquestionably. She would be fourteen in a few short days, on the 19th of September, and she was very pretty. Her brown eyes were alight with happiness, and the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks was extremely endearing to Harry.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, and leapt away from Harry like his arms around her had burned her.
"What?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Daphne! You're engaged to Daphne!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Mione, our engagement's basically a sham. We only did it so that Draco Malfoy wouldn't be able to get his claws on Daph. Once he's married, our betrothal is over." Harry said, stating the facts. He did not state that he didn't have any feelings for Daphne, because, well, he did have a little bit of something for the blue-eyed blond. Hermione's worried face alleviated somewhat.
"O-ok." she nodded, bushy hair bouncing.
"I really enjoyed that." Harry confided.
"Me too." Hermione smiled.
Hermione was the one to lean forwards and kiss Harry again, a fact he enjoyed almost as much as the kiss.