Quidditch Again

"Quidditch, quidditch, quidditch! That's all I ever hear about from anyone around here. First Ron and Harry, but they are boys and what more can you you expect from them. Then Ginny, followed by an attempt from Micheal Corner to sudduce Gryffindor's quidditch play from her. And now, you two, Gryffindor's own gossip and make-up queens seem to be taking a break form those subjects to discuss which quidditch player is hottest. That's it, I give up." Screamed Hermione, before storming out of Gryffindor Common Room.

Unfortunately, as there was only a day before the Gryffindor v.s. Slytherin game there was nowhere to excape from the quidditch talk, not by the lake, not in the library, not even in the room of requierment, where now there was almost always at least two members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team discussing tactics. Honestly she was sick of it, she decided to skip the game tomorrow.

'Coward.'

The word echoed in her mind, as she wandered around Hogwarts. She knew why alll the talk about quidditch was getting to her. She had finally admitted to herself that she had a crush on Draco Malfoy, Slytherin ferrit extroidinare. If she did go to the match she wouldn't know who to cheer for, or what to wear, or who to congradulate.

"Coward."

There was the word again, but this time it was in a deep, husky masculine voice, that couldn't be in her imagination, unless it had been taking impersonation lessons.

"Dammit, Zambini, you try telling the school brain how you feel about her. It isn't only nerves, it's getting her alone, away from those two dolts she calls friends." came the voice of Draco Malfoy from around the corner.

"Just tell Granger tomorrow after the quidditch game. She's sure to be there, after all the two dolts, as you put it are both on their house quidditch team." responded the voice of Blaise Zambini.

Oh, yes, Hermione decided, she'd definitely be at the quidditch tomorrow, and she'd be waiting by the Slytherin shower rooms to make sure that she'd congradulate the right one.