Authors Note:
So this chapter doesn't have much to do with the plot of the story, but gets you into the flow of Harry Potter but narrated by Hermione
This is my first ever fanfiction so please go easy on me.
Also, it's going to be weird writing a romantic fanfiction when my cousin is on here, but come on girl, you know I'm a hopeless romantic.
Hope ya'll enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
The On-going Fight
We all sat together in a circle under the shade of a tree by the lake. It was a fairly sunny fall afternoon, and the boys were talking of the upcoming match.
"-Slytherin doesn't stand a chance this weekend." Harry commented, "we've been practicing harder than ever, and their team has only been out practicing on the quidditch feild once this week. I'm sure we got this."
Ron heartily agreed. "One thing that I'm looking forward to most is seeing the look on that prat Malfoy's face when we beat the living day lights out of them."
"Yeah." Harry agreed looking up at the somewhat cloudy sky that wouldn't last much longer this year.
Honestly I couldn't care less about what was happening with quidditch. Of course I wanted Gryffendor to win, and that Ron and Harry stayed safe, but when the boys just sat hours on end discussing the statistics of winning and that they were a shoe-in for the cup, I went back to my books. This time though, I was partially interested in what was happening.
"Didn't Slytherin beat you guys the last two times? Not to be a Debby-downer, but what makes this time different?" I asked.
"The whole lot of them aren't even trying to beat us this game. They're too stuck-up and think it's in the bag without even trying at all. Malfoy's especially thinks we have no chance. But we've beaten them before and we can do it again." Ron said fiercely, glaring over in the general direction of the Slytherins, which included Draco Malfoy. I gave a little disgusted look myself. I could tell by the way all of the green and silver clad students were watching and laughing wit Malfoy, that he was probably telling them all about how they were going to beat Gryffendor.
He was just so pompous. Everything he did, he did with an air of being above everyone else. Especially Gryffendors, and especially those who's blood wasn't as 'pure' as his own. It sickened me to think about the time when he had first called me a 'mudblood'. Of course most of that sickening feeling was remembering Ron coughing up slugs for an hour due to a black fired spell that was intended for Malfoy, but it didn't mean it still wasn't offensive. I sighed, trying not let him get to me, and continued looking through my Transfiguration notes.
The next day the Gryffendor team woke up excitedly talking about the game. As we all hurried down to breakfast Seamus Finnagin was giving Ron and Harry tips continuously until he finally hurried off to sit with his friend Dean.
"How are you feeling about today?" I asked anxiously looking between my two friends who sat on the opposite side of the table from me.
Ron shrugged and nervously went back to his eggs. He always got like that the morning of. It all had to do with his nerves. He was a great Keeper when he had confidence, but if he was nervous he would fumble the ball or go in the wrong direction.
"It'll be fine Mate," Harry said reassuringly slapping his back, "they won't even know what hits them."
Just as Ron looked up, Draco and his small gang of friends, (or 'followers' as I liked to call them) Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinnson entered the great hall, looking as arrogant and sure of themselves as ever. Malfoy caught my eye and sneered at us menacingly. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed another slice of bacon before we put on our coats and headed outside.
The whole school seemed to all agree on one thing, Slytherin vs. Gryffendor matches were the most exciting out of all the pairs. They were the matches full of mockery, foul play, and hatred for the other, which got the houses very anxious to see how things went.
"Stay safe you guys." I said making them look me in the eye, "don't do anything stupid just because it might mean winning."
Harry chuckled lightly.
Y"Com'n Hermione! Then it's no fun!"
I rolled my eyes and went to look for a place to sit. Even though I was there early to see the guys off, the stands were still very crowded already, but I managed to squeeze a spot in between Ginny and a Hufflepuff girl I didn't know the name of.
"I hope Ron is ready for today. I just hate it when Slytherin wins, Malfoy always hangs it over our heads for weeks." Ginny said with a grumpy look on her face.
"Yeah. Why can't he just grow up? It's getting a little stupid, this on-going fight between him and us."
Ginny nodded her head in agreement. It really comes down to him in the end. Yeah, Harry and Ron can be pretty big arses to him too, but Malfoy's always gonna be the one to get the fights started."
Just then the teams were announced by Seamus Finnagin from Gryffendor, and they walked out to the cheers and boos from the large crowds.
I sighed and turned myself to them, Mentally preparing myself for the worst I could imagine. 'You better win today guys.' I thought, 'I'm not going to stand by and watch you get flattened.'
