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I just wanted to firstly thank you all for help and suggestions for my writer's block. I have actually written up the next few chapters for the story, so updates will be pretty frequent. :) I'm sorry the last chapter took a while to get. It queue was just very long and I was having problems with valedation. Nevertheless, here is chapter fourteen!

The next day, by breakfast, the whole school was buzzing about the upcoming Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Normally this particular match would have been scheduled early September, however by the request of the Ravenclaws, Gryffindor would play Slytherin early January.  The match was still three days away yet everyone was making clear which side they would be rooting for in the match. There were already several fights Hermione had to break up between rivals. Hermione just wouldn’t get Quidditch.

“Hey stranger.” Blaise smirked as he sneaked up behind Hermione as she made her way to Ancient Runes. She turned around and allowed him to kiss her on her forehead.

“Did you know I have already reprimanded two kids who have been taking bets illegally, four selling derogatory slogans and buttons, and about a dozen different fights to break up with such colorful vocabulary!” Hermione replied sarcastically. Blaise merely grinned.

“Well its good to know people are getting into it. I wonder who you will be rooting for.” Blaise looked down.

“Um…” Hermione began. She wasn’t quite sure who she should root for. Couldn’t she just wish both teams all the best of luck? Well that thought quickly escaped her; she knew both Blaise and Harry would have preferred it if she rooted for neither than both. But how could she possibly choose?

“Let me make it easier for you, here.” Blaise said as he wrapped his own Slytherin scarf around her neck. It amazed him how good she looked in his colors. “That looks just about perfect.”

“Uh, Blaise how do you think it would look if I went up to all my Gryffindor pals looking like this? And besides, I still don’t know who I’m rooting for.” Hermione replied slowly pealing off the scarf. Blaise’s expression dropped a little.

“Well, pick me. I mean really, how would it look if the Captain of the Slytherin team‘s girlfriend rooted for the opposite side? ” He smiled weakly. She smiled back and held his hand.

“Well how would it look if I choose root for the opposite side rather than my own house, which of whom contains my two best friends since first year?” Hermione pressed. Blaise’s expression completely dropped. Hermione squeezed his hand and continued.

“Look Blaise, I know you want me to root for you, and believe me I will. I just have to root for my own team too you know. They have been my team up until now. And besides, this could even be a bit fun.” Hermione winked with a smirk.

“How could it possibly be fun watching my girlfriend wanting me to fail?” Blaise asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, lets put it this way shall we? I propose a small bet; if Slytherin wins, you can do whatever you want with me. But if Gryffindor wins…” Hermione whispered edging closer to Blaise’s ear, “You’re all mine.” Hermione finished by kissing his ear slightly.

Blaise looked confunded.

He finally regained his composure and began to speak.

“You’re going to regret you ever made that bet.”


“Now does everyone remember our strategy? I’ll be damned if either of you slip and mess this match up for Gryffindor.” Harry said boldly as the Gryffindors huddled around the Common Room that night. Hermione decided to join her fellow classmates. It was then that she remembered just how much she missed sitting in the Common Room with everyone, being a part of Gryffindor.

“I think we all got it Harry.” Ginny replied smiling widely. “Slytherin has no chance.”

And with that they all cheered. Hermione knew how hard Harry worked this year to win the Qudditch cup. If they beat Slytherin now, Slytherin would be kicked out of the running, allowing an almost clear victory for Gryffindor. But Hermione still felt a little bad at the thought of Blaise losing. She knew that he too worked extremely hard in having his team be victorious.

“So its all settled then, we win, Slytherin loses, and we’re one step closer to the cup!” Ron exclaimed. Once again, all the students cheered. Hermione piped into their excitement.

“It’s too bad we can’t have the pitch before the game! Slytherin got the last spot before the match.” Demelza moaned. Everyone nodded in agreement. Since there were only three days left, Slytherin would be allowed the pitch tomorrow. Unable to practice the day before, due to a new set of rules imposed by Madame Hooch, they were, disappointingly, not granted the right to practice in the pitch.

“Actually guys, I have a small surprise for you.” Hermione began. Everyone turned around to look at her.

“Well considering that I do want Gryffindor to win and slightly abusing my Head powers with my brilliant ability in persuasion… I was able to convince Madame Hooch to allow you use the pitch for an hour the day before the match.” Hermione finished.

It was Ron who got to her first.

She was completely trampled upon by numerous students, but was still shielded by Ron’s tight embrace. He muffled something against her robes that sounded like, ‘Hermione I love you’ but she wasn’t quite sure. She was elated that everyone was happy about her small gift, but seeing as that she couldn’t breath anymore, she really needed their bodies off of her.

“Ron! Ron I can’t breathe!” Hermione mumbled. Ron pulled himself off her, as the others pealed themselves too.

“Hermione, I honestly don’t know what to say. Thank you.” Harry replied.

“See, and here you thought I knew nothing about Quidditch.” Hermione smiled. Everyone laughed casually.

“Well it’s a good thing we know that you’re definitely rooting for Gryffindor.” Seamus said unaware of the rippling wave of tension that suddenly tensed everyone’s bodies.

“What are you…” Hermione began suddenly feeling rather angry.

“Hermione will you sleep in Gryffindor Tower tomorrow?” Ginny cut in. “It’s only good luck if all Gryffindors sleep here. You know, united?”

Hermione decided she would rather ignore Seamus’ remark rather than address it and cause a fight. She smiled and told Ginny she would come back the following night.


“I’m going to hex you into oblivion!” A small first year Slytherin boy roared. It was then that the other first year, unsurprisingly a Gryffindor, lunged at him. The two boys were rolling around punching, kicking, and hitting any amount of skin they could reach.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she walked up to the two dueling boys.

“Ten points from Slytherin!”
“Ten points from Gryffindor!”

Hermione looked up as she heard someone else deduct points at the same moment. She hadn’t seen him since Blaise returned, and it bothered her that he was standing in front of her. His crystal grey eyes searched her face. They hadn’t talked in weeks, hadn’t even acknowledged each other. Yet here they stood facing one other.

“Break it up you two before I report you to the Headmisstress.” Hermione replied weakly, losing her authoritative voice. Her eyes went back onto Draco who was now glaring at her as he briskly walked away from the scene. The crowd began to disintegrate as Hermione ran towards Draco’s direction.

“Malfoy! Malfoy will you please stop avoiding me! Omf!” Hermione squeaked as Draco abruptly stopped and forced Hermione to collide right into him. His body tensed immediately at her touch. She saw his jaw clench as he gave her a stern look.

“Sorry.” Hermione replied quietly.

“What do you want?” Draco asked coldly. It was clear that he did not want to converse with her.

“Uh, hi.” Hermione replied slightly breathlessly. She had wanted him to talk with her, and now that he was, she barely knew what to say. It seemed evident enough to Draco and he walked away from her. She quickly grabbed his hand.

“Draco wait.” Hermione called. He looked down at her hand and then back up to her face.

“DON’T call me Draco.” He replied in the most vehemently whispered voice Hermione ever heard. She tried to look in his eyes to see if there was any emotion other than pure hatred, and to her greatest misery, there was not. Nothing but coldness and anger outlined his chiseled face. His crystal eyes etched with venom, wanting nothing more than Hermione to let go of him. He shook off her hand and walked away.

Hermione didn’t know why but she felt the odd sensation of tears brim her lids.


“Hey mate you ready for this practice?” Blaise asked Draco as he patted him on his back. Draco irritably muffled something.

“I guess I’ll take that as a yes. Anyway guys, I’m confident we’ll win against Gryffindor. There’s no way they’ve got a chance, not with Draco being Seeker.” Blaise announced and all the Slytherin boys cheered.

Draco didn’t even bother to sound enthusiastic about practice let alone the match. To him, Quidditch was insignificant in comparison to everything else happening around him. He hastily changed into his Quidditch uniform.

“You alright?” Blaise came up to Draco. God he loathed him, Draco thought. But wanting to keep the calm within him, he decided he would at least be civil to Blaise. This way maybe he would leave him alone.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little sidetracked.” Draco managed to smile weakly. Surely this would be the death of him. This was a sufficient enough answer for Blaise as he started smiling at Draco.

“Great! It’ll be like old times mate! I feel like we haven’t really, you know, been too close this year? I mean, I don’t mean to get all Hufflepuff on you but you’re one of my best mates and well, I think I’m to blame for the distance. What with Hermione…” Blaise continued his monologue but Draco already had stopped listening when he said Hermione’s name. The anger rose inside of him again like a bright fire ready to erupt out of him in any moment. How could he even possibly consider befriending Blaise after she chose him. After a couple of nods to reassure Blaise that he was listening Blaise finally concluded his speech.

“Yup, no worries.” Draco replied half heartedly. Blaise looked enthralled.

The group of tall, muscular, and slightly intimidating Slytherin boys made their way out to the Quidditch pitch. Many students either looked impressed, cheered, booed, or were simply agitated. The first year Slytherin boys admired their elders with such an awe that you could see the gleam in their eyes, unable to wait until they could play on the team.

As they continued walking onto the pitch, there were already many spectators in the stands.

“Well isn’t this bloody brilliant?” one of the tallest boys on the team said pointing his head in the direction of all the viewers.

“They want a show boys, so let’s give them one shall we?” Blaise grinned. He never could get enough of the limelight. That is, when it came to Quidditch.

Draco merely groaned to himself as he stood behind the rest of the team.

And there she was, standing before him and his entire team. Her auburn locks catching rays of sunlight as they glimmered on her head. Her twinkling honey eyes were as big as orbs scanning the premises. Draco stopped walking as he caught sight of her. His eyes traveled from Blaise to Hermione. He felt his fury bubbling up again, but tried to remain calm.

“Hermione! Hermione!” Blaise called out. She whipped around letting her hair tumble around her face. It was a particularly windy day, much too windy for Draco’s preference.

“Blaise!” Hermione smiled as he bent down to capture her lips onto his. Draco looked up at the three goal posts. He would not watch them for fear of killing Blaise right on the spot.

“What are you doing here?” Blaise asked as he finally let go. They both walked towards the pitch.

“Well the Headmisstress asked me to keep a look out of the people who would be watching you guys today. She doesn’t want anymore fights. And you know, me being Head Girl…” Hermione trailed off. Blaise grinned.

“Draco’s here too you know.” He replied simply holding is broom in one hand, and keeping the other on the small of Hermione’s back.

“Yeah, but I think he’s going to be a bit busy concentrating on the practice and not petty fights little first years get into. That would be my job.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Whatever, at least I can cheer for you now.” She smiled.

This time it was Blaise who rolled his eyes.

“I would prefer it if you would cheer me on in the real game.” Blaise persisted as they came to a stop.

“You know I will be.” Hermione replied.

“Then promise me you’ll wear this?” Blaise removed his scarf and handed it to Hermione.

“You want me to be murdered don’t you?” Hermione said gravely as she took the scarf. Blaise smirked as he kissed her forehead.

“I love you.” He smiled.

“Come on Blaise! We’re losing time.” A teammate called as he mounted his broom,  kicked off, and zoomed into the air. The other members reciprocated his movement.

“I should go. Stay and watch, please?” Blaise asked with an endearing expression.

“Only because I have to.” Hermione teased as he kissed her. She smiled at him and watched him walk away. She hadn’t even realized Draco walking right next to her. He caught her eye as he slowly passed. Their eyes locked and as quick as lightning she saw that his anger had subsided. The wind howled again, blowing Hermione’s hair in front of her face. Draco inhaled her scent, her perfume, his perfume. He went rigid and tense. The frustration and fury returned. He kicked off the ground and rose into the air, glad to be directly out of the way of her aroma.

But it was glued to him. He could still smell it. His own words repeated inside of his head:

Your smell is intoxicating. This will probably be the death of me.

He idly looked through the stands and caught her making her way to the front of the seats. She took out a book. How typical, he thought. She began reading. He remained immobile on his broom, arms crossed and staring blankly at her. She didn’t need to look up, she already knew his eyes would be fixed onto her. This was surely going to be the longest hour of her life.

“Oi, Malfoy! At least make it look like you’re interested in the practice!” Blaise called out smirking towards Draco’s direction. He looked at Draco, and slowly followed his gaze which landed directly and solely onto Hermione.

Blaise’s smirk faltered.

He looked back onto Draco’s face where he caught his eye. They looked at each other for a moment. Draco gave a slight nod. Blaise smiled and zoomed away.

Yet, that was not the last time during the practice that Blaise caught Draco gazing off at Hermione. And it severely bothered him why that was so.

Hm is this trouble I detect? What was that Blaise, you detect foul play? Well, you'll just have to sit back and wait until the next chapter to see where this leads to! But let me know your thoughts on the situation!

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