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“Seamus pass it to Hermione!” Harry shouted from across the pitch. They were at their last practice before the game and were working their hardest. Rain was beating into their skin and they were numb from the cold. Once Hermione heard her name and registered what was going on she turned her broom around and headed for Seamus. She swung past him and snatched the Quaffle from the air. Hermione and Dean tossed the ball back and forth before reaching the goals. Dean shot it throw with ease since the rain was preventing Ron from blocking anything. Or seeing anything for that matter

The Gryffindor was outside in the poring rain, practicing for tomorrow’s game. They were all drenched when thunder sounded and another heavier sheet of rain fell from the sky. “Harry!” Ginny’s voice was shrill and harsh, much like her mothers. Harry sighed and prepared himself as Ginny flew over to him. The rest of the team gathered in a group about twenty feet away.

They watched as Ginny whispered angrily at him with one hand on her hip and the other jabbing him in the chest. Hermione heard bits of the conversation when Ginny had been to mad to control her voice like “Poring rain”, “too sick to play”, “missed supper”, the loudest was when she shouted “IM GOING IN NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY” and she flew away. Harry looked to Hermione for help while the rest of the team snickered. When she shrugged he said that practice was over and for them to hurry before dinner was over.

Hermione was making her way from the locker room to the castle when she looked out onto the pitch. She smiled when she saw Ginny’s Quidditch robes lying in a heap on the ground while their owner had her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist and her arms around his neck, kissing him. Hermione whistled loud enough so that Ginny and Harry heard her. Through the rain Hermione saw Ginny turn and glare at her and Harry look at her as if he was her mother and she had just broken something of great importance. She chuckled and continued walking.

At the last minute Hermione decided that she would have dinner in the common room and turned away from the Great hall. When she reached the common room she saw Draco asleep on the couch. Hermione walked over and leaned over the back. She then shook her head with all her might like a dog. Thousands of droplets of water fell onto his back. The smile faded from her face when he didn’t wake. Hermione then rang her hair over his lower back. When he still didn’t move she conjured up a bucket of water and dumped it on him. Draco didn’t move a muscle and now Hermione was scared.

Hermione ran to the front of the couch and kneeled on the floor. Draco’s chest wasn’t moving so she put her hand in front of his mouth. No warm breath hit her hand. “Draco” She whispered and nudged him. “Draco” She said louder and shook him harder. Hermione felt a pinch on the back of her eyes, indicating that tears would soon be arriving. A single tear slipped down her face and she shook him once more.

Hermione inhaled sharply when she saw a smirk crawl onto his face. His eyes opened and she let go of his arm as if she had been burned. “Got ya.” He said but stopped when he saw the tear sliding down Hermione’s cheek. He tried to say sorry but she had already stomped off to her room. A few moments later he heard the showers come on. He pointed his wand at his bedroom door up the hall and it slammed shut, so Hermione would think he was in his room. Draco then sat on the couch and waited for her to come down.

About a half an hour later the fire had gone out and Draco was sitting still on the couch with his eyes on the stairs leading to Hermione’s room. He heard her walking towards the stairs. She came down with nothing but a towel on and her iPod in her ears, singing to herself. Draco gasped loudly as Hermione walked into the kitchen. The towel was a small one. She hadn’t heard him and opened the fridge, still singing to herself. Draco followed her in and leaned against the door way. 

She finished the song and dug further into the fridge.

''If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (...hate you for this)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (Maybe I should...)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (...hate you for this)”

She whispered to herself but stopped when she turned around and noticed Draco standing in the doorway, smirking. Hermione pressed pause on her iPod and turned her back to him. “Come on Mione, you can’t be mad at me forever.” He said. “I’m not mad.” She said through gritted teeth. “Yes you are, you’re mad cause for a split second I pretended not to be breathing.” Hermione slammed her hand onto the counter and turned to face her. Tears were streaming down her face. “For that split second I thought you were dead Draco, Dead! I thought I was never gonna be able to hear you talk to me again or tell me not to do stupid things. I thought I was never going to see you staring at me from across the Great Hall. I thought you were gone.” She yelled. As soon as she said the word “gone” she was overcome with sobs.

Draco took two quick strides towards her and held her in his arms. Hermione leaned her head against his chest and cried while he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He waved his wand at her and her towel was replaced with one of his tee shirts and a pair of boxers. Draco picked her up and she closed her eyes. He carried her to his room and laid her on the fluffy green comforter. Hermione scurried to get under the warm fabric while Draco changed into his night things.

Once Draco was under the covers also he pulled Hermione close to him. “Now get some rest so I can beat you at Quidditch tomorrow.” Hermione could hear the smirk in his voice and snickered before falling asleep.

The sky was clear with a slight breeze as both teams walked onto the pitch the next morning. Madam Hooch stood between Harry and Draco “Now I want a nice clean game.” She said and signaled for them to mount. Both teams rose high into the air and Madam Hooch tossed the Quaffle into the air. All at once Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Blaise, Theodore, and the other Slytherin chaser dove for it, Harry and Draco’s eyes scanned the pitch at top speed for the snitch, while Ginny, Sasha, Crabbe, and Goyle chassed after the bludgers.

Theodore had managed to grab the Quaffle through all the mess and was now flying toward Ron. Dean slammed him into the stands and he dropped it. Hermione flew under them and snatched it out of the air. With the Quaffle tucked safely under her arm she made her way to the Slytherin posts. Without difficulty she scored Gryffindor’s first goal. “Gryffindor 10-Slytherin 0” Luna shouted into the commentary mic.

Ginny swung her beater’s bat and hit a bludger that knocked the third Slytherin off of his broom. Sasha and Ginny cheered and shouted unnecessary comments to the fallen player. “Ohh and the games not looking to good, the Slytherins are down two players by injuries.” Luna said with a hint of happiness in her voice.

Draco saw a speck of gold in the stands and darted towards it. It turned out to be a Hufflepuff’s watch.

Twenty minutes later the score was Gryffindor 40-Slytherin 50 and everyone was tired and sweaty. The two injured players had returned to the game making it harder for the Gryffindor team to score. Hermione scored another goal and earned a glare from almost every Slytherin at the game. “The score is tied; let’s see who can break it with the win.” Luna voice rang through the pitch. Harry spotted the snitch and dove for it. Draco immediately followed. Neck in neck, lying flat on their brooms the two raced after the small golden ball. Draco reached out and his fingers grazed the cold metal but he was not fast enough, Harry snatched it from right under his hand and held it up for all to see.


Hermione rose high into the air just as this happened, to watch it from above. Even from over 300 ft in the air the noise was exploding in her ears. The students cheered, hooted, and hollered as Harry flew around the pitch with his arm raised high in the air.

Goyle noticed Hermione far above the rest of the group and to his left he noticed a bludger soaring lose. The crack of the bat against the rock solid ball was even louder then the crowd’s congratulations and everyone looked to the source of the noise. Not a sound came from the stands or the two teams. They were all frozen with shock. Even Hermione was frozen, she watched as the bludger came pelting for her. 

Credits to Taking Back Sunday 'You're So Last Summer.'

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