Air Show by Luvscharlie
"Do we have to stay for the whole game?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book as Draco stood and cheered. "I mean just because you own the team, I don't see why we have to attend every game."
He turned grey eyes down upon her. Was she serious? "This is not just any game! This is the World Cup! And yes, we are most certainly staying." Puddlemere scored again, and Draco punched the air in excitement. "Do you know what this will do for our merchandising if we win?"
She rolled her eyes skyward then turned back to the book laid open across her knees.
There was snigger from three rows up. "Check out the bird with the book. Who brings a book to the World Cup?"
Draco took his seat beside her in an attempt not to draw further attention to himself… or his wife… daft bird that she was. He leaned close, hissing in her ear. "Put that away. You are embarrassing me. People are talking."
She leaned in as well. "You think people are talking about me? You should hear what the ladies two rows down are saying about the insane blond bloke who keeps jumping up and shouting every time Marcus Flint so much as rounds the pitch. I believe there was some talk that you—excuse me, the blond bloke—had a serious hard on for our dear Captain Flint."
Draco gasped, scandalized. "They did not! You're making that up."
She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Did they? Really? What did they say exactly?"
She cocked an eyebrow again. Annoying bird certainly knew how to drive him spare. "Are you sure you want to know?" Hermione asked.
"Would I have asked, if I didn't?"
"Well," she said, leaning closer in conspiratorial fashion. "They said that if Flint's broom got close enough they wouldn't put it past you to jump on and do him mid-air for all to see."
He gasped. "Those pervy old bints. You know they're just dying to watch."
Hermione turned back to her book. "Well, it would be more entertaining than this silly game."
"This is the World Cup. It is not a silly—oh, never you mind."
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The after party was in full swing when they arrived, Puddlemere having pulled out a narrow victory. Captain Flint came over, a bit tipsy both from the victory and lager, and Hermione sniggered as Draco took a noticeable step backwards.
"Don't you have a book to read?"
"You told me to put it away." She splayed open her empty hands.
"Oh, and this is the one time you choose to listen to me?" Draco asked with a snort.
"Well, if there's going to be an air show, I'd hate to miss that."
"Enjoying this, are you?"
"Oh, immensely," she replied, curling an arm around his waist, and giggling once more when he pulled away.
"I'm going home." And with a "pop," he Disapparated to their flat.
A/N: Originally written for Round 3, Challenge 6 of the Dramione_LDWS (Draco Malfoy-Hermione Granger Last Drabble Writer Standing) Competition on Live Journal. Our prompt was a drabble that must be set at a Quidditch World Cup and had to be under 500 words. This one made it through to the next round but once again only by the skin of my teeth.