Here and There

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the sexiness of Harry. I don\'t. It sucks, I\'m done, goodnight.

Hermione and Harry walked hand in hand down towards the Quidditch Stadium. Hermione smiled half heartedly, and cleared her throat. She let go of Harry’s hand as he started heading towards the changing rooms. She winced, and called after him.

“Harry, wait. Before you go, I’ve got something to tell you.” She said quietly. Harry stopped dead in his tracks, and turned around. He walked the sort distance back to her and hugged her.

“Everything alright?” he questioned.

Harry and Hermione had been dating since the end of Fifth year. It was October now, and they were still together. Five months later. Hermione looked towards the dew covered grass that was starting to turn brown, and muttered something that wasn’t audible.

“Harry, we can’t go out anymore.” she whispered quietly. Harry stood, taken aback and at a loss for words. “It’s getting too serious. I don’t want it to get in the way of my studies. But it’s not you, and all the negative attention you’re getting because of You-Know-Who. I just have to end it here.”

Harry stared, open mouthed. He never thought she would do this to him. He blinked back tears and nodded silently. He never wanted to end it this way.

“So, I guess this is good bye, then.” He said quietly, chocking back more tears. “We’re still going to be friends, right?”

Hermione nodded. She wasn’t crying. Not a tear passed her dark, chocolate brown eyes. Ron’s head appeared from the changing room. Hermione slowly started to back away and towards the Stadium bleachers.

“Hurry up, Mate. The game’s about to start.” Ron called. Harry snapped back to reality and walked quickly to the changing rooms, past Ron, and towards his locker at the end of the hall.

“What took you so long?” Ron said, peering around the locker door. Ron’s locker was right next door to Harry’s. “You took forever, it seemed like.”

Harry shook his head, telling Ron he wasn’t going to say anything. He kept his head hung low, trying to make it look like he was busying himself with his Quidditch Robes.

“What’s eating you? Hermione not kiss you before you left?” Ron questioned, slamming his locker door. Harry bustled his robes on quickly, and extracted his broom, closing his own locker door.

“I don’t want to talk about Hermione.” Harry said coldly, walking swiftly towards the door. Kaya, the girl that replaced Katie Bell when she quit the team, walked over, smiling.

Kaya was a short girl with dark brown hair that fell beyond her shoulders and rested on her back several inches. It had a soft wave to it, and her eyes were blue, almost crystal white. Freckles dotted her face here and there and her complexion was a natural tan colour. She was thin, and agile and also a transfer student from some exclusive school in Asia.

“Hey, Harry.” She said brightly. She smiled softly. “We thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“Whatever…” he said coldly, turning away from her. Her smile fell and she retreated over to the other side of the locker room, waiting for the horn to sound for them to head onto the field.

Ron looked apprehensively at Harry for a moment, opening his mouth to speak but deciding against it, and closed it again. He sighed softly, and trying to seem interested in polishing all the finger prints off his broom.

Harry stayed silent for the rest of the waiting time until the horn sounded. He placed his Firebolt over his shoulder and got into the huddle as they headed out the door. The Slytherins were heading in from the opposite end of the stadium.

Madam Hooch walked onto the field, her silver whistle on her neck. She picked it up as the teams neared her. She pulled out her wand, giving it a quick wave and the box of balls floated onto the field.

“You know the drill.” She called above the chattering crowd. “I want a nice clean game. The best of luck to both teams. Captains, shake hands.” she ordered. Draco Malfoy walked forward. He was made captain this year. The Gryffindor Captain was Ron Weasley, who was also made Captain. They stuck their hands out, giving it a quick shake that looked tighter than it needed to be. They let go, and retreated to their teams.

“Players, mount your brooms.” Madam Hooch ordered, mounting her own and placing the whistle between her teeth. She inhaled a huge breath, and exhaled it into the whistle sending a sharp trill through out the air. Fourteen brooms rose after the bludgers and the Snitch was released. Madam Hooch tossed the bright red quaffle into the air, and rose into the air.

Harry sped off into the air, riding higher than the rest of the game. He didn’t want to play. Ron headed towards his goal posts.

“The Quaffle is taken by Slytherin’s Chaser, David Cortoff. He speeds towards the goal post, he shoots… Oh! Wonderful block from Weasley.” called the commentator, Dean Thomas. Hoots of pleasure sounded from all around the Stadium, but the hisses and boos from Slytherin’s end was easily heard above the rest.

A signification whoosh was heard behind Harry. He turned around and caught sight of Draco Malfoy hovering behind him. Harry cursed under his breath, and tried not to knock Malfoy off his broom.

“Hey Potter, going to kill yourself this game? Going to do the world a favor?” Draco called. Harry clenched his teeth and tried to ignore the hateful taunting. He closed his eyes and sped off in the other direction. Harry could still hear Draco’s cackling laugh ringing in his ears.

“Oh, no. The quaffle was dropped by chaser, Avery Donalds of Slytherin. Chaser Kaya Honda takes the Quaffle. She’s speeding down the field towards Slytherin’s goal post. Shoot, Kaya! She flips over back wards, dodging a bludger. She shoots at the left goal… she scores! Ten points for Gryffindor.”

Harry glowered at the Slytherin’s end of the field. He saw Hermione’s bushy head in the crowd, talking to Yami, Kaya’s twin sister. Harry’s heart fell down towards his stomach as he tried not to look at his girlfriend, or now exgirlfriend.

“Gryffindor’s seeker, Harry Potter seems to be in his own little world on the side of the field. Get your head in the game, Harry!”

Harry blushed furiously as the crowd erupted in laughter, the Slytherins agreeing with Dean’s comment. Harry tried to push Hermione from his mind and tried to concentrate on finding the Snitch.

But Harry’s eyes wandered from the game towards the stands again, where he saw Hermione… kissing another girl! Harry’s eyes widened and he nearly slipped off his broom. She was kissing Yami.

His heart fell past his stomach as he stumbled a bit. A bludger came speeding towards him in his time of weakness, and banged straight into his shoulder. He let out a wail, felling his bones crack and shatter from under his skin.

He could hear someone from the Slytherin team howling with laughter. Despite the pain racing in his back, his eyes were still on Hermione, who was roughly making out with Kaya’s twin.

He shook his head. He swallowed softly, and looked up. Something glittering was more or less thirty feet in the air. He didn’t take long to react, he sped up towards the sky.

“Harry was resently hit with a bludger, but despite the fact he’s probably in a lot of pain he’s heading straight up. He must have caught sight of the Snitch! Go Harry!”

Harry ignored the pain in his shoulder and sped after the Snitch. He reached out with his good hand, and tried to grasp it. Slowly he inched in on it, and felt his hands clasp the gold ball. The stands erupted.

Harry raised his hand above his head, showing he caught it. The Gryffindor team cheered from below.

“Gryffindor wins! 200 to 50!” Dean shouted. The teams flew towards the ground and waited for Harry to come down. He took one last glance towards Hermione and Yami, who were the only people sitting down aside from the Slytherins.

Harry dived towards the ground and hopped off his broom. Gryffindor players crowded around him, congratulating him on a great catch. He tried to make his way out of the hustle and into the changing room.

He finally pushed his way out of the celebration circle, explaining that he needed to change and get to the hospital wing. He hurried into the changing room and thrusted his clothes on before any of the other team mates made it in. He stored his broomstick in his locker, and headed out the door. He rushed up the slopping grounds and towards the castle.

He was finally alone as he started up the stairs towards the Hospital Wing. Most of the students would be heading towards lunch once they got into the castle. He passed corridor after corridor until he got to the Hospital Wing. He opened the door and quietly stepped inside.

He hadn’t felt much pain until he thought of his shoulder blade. Madam Pompfry rushed out of her office. Harry, thankfully, didn’t have to explain anything and she took out her wand and gave it a wave. Harry’s bones were magically healed. The pain disappeared.

Ron found Hermione walking up the hill towards the castle. He looked around, expecting Harry to be very close by. He jogged over to her, and Hermione blushed. There was some lip gloss on her neck and around her mouth from Yami.

“Hey, Hermione. Where’s Harry? I expected him to be with you.” Ron questioned. Yami looked at Hermione closely from her other side. Hermione licked her lips.

“Harry and I broke up.” she said quickly. “More specifically, I broke up with him. Before the Quidditch Match.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. “But why? You two were like Couple of The Year!” he stammered.

“I didn’t want it to get too serious. I also didn’t want it to get in the way of my studies.” Hermione explained, exhausted. “It was for the better. I’m sure, along the road you and Harry both will agree with me.”

“So that’s why he was so down in the locker room today.” Ron muttered to himself. “I’m hungry… time for lunch. Harry is probably going to want to be alone for a while.”


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Harry sat on the couch in the Common Room during lunch. He wasn’t very hungry. At least he wasn’t in pain, other than his heart. He had his back turned from the portrait hole, and he was silently crying.

A soft voice came from the portrait hole. “Harry?”

Harry turned around. He caught sight of who was at the portrait hole. Kaya was standing there. She was changed out of her quidditch cloths, and was in a soft green ruffled skirt that rested at her knees, and a matching green shirt that clung to her small frame.

“Kaya, why aren’t you at lunch like everyone else?” Harry asked quietly, returning his gaze to where it was before she entered. Kaya’s sympathetic face was sort of a comfort to Harry. She crossed the room and sat beside him.

“I came to ask you the same thing; I heard about Hermione breaking up with you. Yami told me.” Kaya replied quietly. “And I’m sorry. I came up here to make sure you were alright; you didn’t seem to be yourself during the match today and I noticed something was wrong when you turned me away inside the changing room today.”

“I’m sorry for being cold to you.” Harry muttered. “She broke up with me before I came into the locker room. Do you know the rest of the story, and what I saw during the match today?”

Kaya shook her head no, and looked at Harry. Harry turned around and looked at her, his eyes shining from tears that he just spawned. Kaya chewed on her lip, waiting for his reply.

“Hermione told me she didn’t want a boyfriend right now because it would interfere with her studies, but I saw her kissing Yami roughly in the stands. If she wanted to get away from me she shouldn’t have lied.”

Kaya’s eyes didn’t widen. “Yeah, Yami’s a lesbian. She’s been experimenting with girls for the last few years.”

“Is there something wrong with me, Kaya? Is that why she left me for another girl? Am I a loser or something? Is she scared that if she gets close to me, Voldemort with come after her or something?” Harry shouted. He picked up a pillow off the couch and thrusted it across the room.

“Harry, a lot of girls go through a time when they want to experiment with girls. It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t think that she broke up with you because of your social status, or Voldemort.”

Harry laid against the back of the couch, saying nothing for a few minutes. He expected that Kaya was going to tell him to man up or something, but she didn’t say anything either.

“It really hurts, Kaya. It hurts because she was my first love.” Harry explained. His breathing slowed down. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be happy again.”

“Harry, heart breaks are like cuts and scrapes. Once you get them, they’ll hurt for a few days, maybe even a few weeks. But slowly, in time, they’ll start to heal and you’ll forget about the pain. The only thing left will be a scar; a scar to remind you that it happened. Some times, it will hurt again. But slowly and surly the scar will fade, and life will go on like it never happened. And then you won’t hurt anymore.”

Harry stared, wide eyed at this girl who was practically a stranger to him. They only time they talked was occasionally during class, and during quidditch practice. But never had she just walked up to him, and listened to his pain and aches before.

“That is really beautiful, Kaya.” He managed to stutter. “But how can you be so sure that it’s the case for me?”

Kaya smiled, and laid her soft, thin hand on his shoulder for comfort. “No one dies from a broken heart if they are willing to heal. This may be a learning experience. Now you know what kind of girls you like and who you should stay away from. Maybe now you can find a new girl who you can love even more.”

Harry stared, transfixed on her eyes. She was reaching out to him, something no one had ever done before. He swallowed nervously, laying his hand against his own forehead.

“I don’t understand it.” He muttered, more to himself than to Kaya. “How could a stranger come from no where give me such comfort?” He looked down at his shoes, which were mussed and untied.

“Sometimes the words of a stranger are the words you can take to heart the most.” Kaya whispered, tilting his head up. “You’re going to do great things; with or without a girlfriend.”

Harry leaned over and gave Kaya a tight hug. She returned his hug softly, smiling from over his shoulder. “Are you hungry? I can go get you something from the Great Hall if you don’t want to go face Hermione.”

“No, that’s alright. But thank you, for everything you just did. You really can brighten someone’s day.” Harry answered. “But, I was thinking, maybe you and I should hang out sometime? Maybe we could go to Hogsmeade on the next weekend we’re there and hang out or something.”

Kaya was taken aback by his offer, but smiled. “I’d like that.”

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Hermione was sitting across from Ron at in the Great Hall, next to Yami. They were eating in silence as Ron looked from one face to the next. He dropped his fork onto his napkin and cleared his throat.

“I’m worried about Harry.” He declared. Hermione looked up and tried to force a serious look on her face. Yami’s hands were under the table, gently stroking Hermione’s thighs. She quivered when Yami’s fingers touches the moist lips of her vagina; she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I’m not worried; he’ll be fine.” Hermione said, shivering her Yami’s touch. Ron couldn’t see what was going on under the table. He didn’t pick up Hermione’s pleasured face.

“Should I go look for him?” Ron questioned.

“I wouldn’t bother. As I said, he’ll be perfectly fine in the morning. I should probably head to the library to get some last minute work done.” Hermione answered, straightening her skirt under the table, and standing up. Yami followed suit.

“I’ll go with you, Hermione. I have a book or two I need to return. Want to come with me to Gryffindor Tower?” Yami replied quietly, her voice smooth as silk. Hermione nodded, and they walked together, side by side out of the hall and up the stairs.

They reached the portrait hole and said the password (Horntailed Newt) and walked inside the passage. Hermione froze when she saw Harry sitting with Kaya. Yami froze after she bumped into Hermione’s back.

“Hey, Harry.” Hermione said politely. She wasn’t pleased to see him talking to another girl so soon. Harry turned around, and saw her. He said nothing. Kaya nibbled on her lower lip, seeing her sister.

“Well, I’ll see you later I guess.” Hermione said, stalking across the Common Room with Yami following her tail, and they went up the stairs towards the Girl’s Dormitories so Yami could grab her books.

As they walked down the halls, and into Yami’s dorm, which she shared with several of the other sixth years, Hermione took her hand. Yami smiled and she kneeled before her trunk that was at the end of her bed and extracted a heavy, leather bound book and stood up.

“Shall we go, then?” Yami whispered in a sexy tone. Hermione let her hand go as they headed out of the dorm, down the hall and down the staircase into the Common Room again. Hermione glared at Kaya who was whispering to Harry quietly. He shot Hermione a gaze from across the room. A warning gaze. Hermione and Yami scampered out of the room.

“What’s with her, coming in her and saying ‘Hey, Harry.’ like nothing is wrong?” Harry muttered. “And Yami was with her, no doubt they are sneaking around alone.”

Kaya shrugged gently. “Try to push her from your mind. The more you think about her, the more angered you’re going to get.”


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Hermione and Yami entered the silent library, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The lanterns emitted an eerie glow. They were alone, other than the vulture-like librarian, Ms. Pince. She eyed them suspiciously as they walked past her desk, handing in Yami’s book and heading towards the back of the library.

“So what shall we work on first, Hermione?” Yami whispered quietly, sitting on top of the oak table, her equally tanned legs rocking softly. Hermione’s blood changed from crimson red to fire as she felt as if her legs were going to give out from under her. She stumbled over to the table, that was hidden from view by a row of book cases.

Hermione spread Yami’s legs as she straddled her while climbing onto the aged table. She pinned down Yami’s arms, giggling softly. Hermione leaned down and kissed Yami’s lips, softly nibbling on her lower lip. Yami felt a giant moan growing in her throat, but kept it there.

“So, what was the real reason you broke up with Harry?” Yami whispered after Hermione released her lips. Hermione got off of her and sat beside her on the table.

“Frankly speaking, he was incredibly boring. I mean, we never had any hot and passionate moments. The most that ever happened between us is that we kissed and hugged. He’s too shy, and I got too tired of being a virgin with a boyfriend of five months. He wouldn’t do anything with me.”

“That’s too bad.” Yami whispered, snaking her arms around Hermione’s waist. “You two were cute together, generally speaking of course.” Yami used her free hand to stroke Hermione’s thighs again.

“Harry was talking to your sister in the Common Room when we were there momentarily.” Hermione sighed. “I didn’t think he’d move on that quickly, I mean her of all people. I didn’t even think they knew each other.”

“Are you jealous?” Yami whispered seductively into her ear. “Because you broke up with him, you can’t expect him to stay single forever. Plus, it looked like they were just talking.”

Hermione looked down. “I’m not so sure.”

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