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A day late, but this came to me this morning.
A Pep Talk
‘Viktor Krum has secured his egg!’
Harry felt his nerves increase at the announcement, it would not be long before it would be his turn. He wasn’t able to dwell on the thought long, because it seemed like moments after the announcement the flap at the back of the tent was thrown open.
Harry stood up from his chair on instinct, and was shocked to see Hermione rushing toward him.
‘Hermione! What ar... mmph’
Harry was cut off by by Hermione grabbing the front of his jacket and crashing her lips to his. He was in shock, his arms at his sides not knowing what to do in this startling turn of events.
He stood there dumbfounded as Hermione pushed him away, but kept a vice like grip on his jacket. She was breathing heavy, and was staring at him with a fierceness and determination.
‘Hermione! What wa...’
‘Something I have been thinking about doing since first year,’Hermione said softly with a smirk ‘Now shut up, we don’t have much time. I know your nervous.’
Harry nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on her. Intently aware of Hermione holding him close.
‘The other champions are older than you, know more magic than you. That you shouldn’t even be in this stupid contest.’
Again Harry was nodding as Hermione continued to talk. He watched her head dip, breaking eye contact briefly while running her tongue over her bottom lip, before looking back at him intensely.
‘I once told you that you were a great wizard, and that is even more true today then it was then. So while they are older; they have not banished a horde or dementors, slew a basilisk, faced a dark lord...’ Hermione told him before her eyes became momentarily soft ‘or a saved a girl from a troll for that matter.’
Hermione’s took on a look of a determination, ‘You may be nervous, but you can do this. You are the best flyer I have ever seen, even though it scares me at times. Get on your broom and you got this.’
‘Now go out there and beat your dragon,’ Hermione continued looking down briefly ‘And if you didn’t mind, I find what we did earlier rather enjoyable and wouldn’t mind finding a broom closet after this.’
With that Hermione turned around and walked out of the tent.
Harry stood there dumbfounded as his name was called. Then he smiled, he a dragon to beat and Hermione who wanted to drag him into a broom closet afterwards.
Fin