Hermione's POV
Hermione sighed as she walked by Ron's side. Ron had just finished watching a Quidditch match and had asked her to accompany him to a Quidditch convention. She had loads of paperwork to do but it was her boyfriend asking her and he had always gone to her MOM conventions so she had decided to go. He had muttered something about the team having a huge debt and considered helping them out a bit before buying the whole club. He went on and on about Quiddich so Hermione decided to pretend to listen to him. She still didn't get why Ron would talk about Qudditch with her after fourteen years of knowing each other. He should know by now that she didn't like Quidditch.
She had bought a new dress and had put it on especially for him, but being interested in what he was talking about now, he didn't notice. She was hurt by this but this was Ron she was talking about, he would only notice if it was about Quidditch, food, death eaters and... Malfoy.
She looked down at the floor for a moment and found that her heels had met a different texture of flooring. The ground had gone from hard to harder and bumpier, they were on stadium ground which meant that they were almost there. Ron had told her they couldn't Apparate or take the floo for protection of the players. She noticed that Ron was wearing his favourite pair of trainers and saw that there was a hole. She took her wand out and fixed it.
"Hey! What the hell did you just do?" he asked her.
"I fixed your shoe." she said, somewhat hurt. She hadn't expected that kind of reaction. He was probably so kicked up for the convention he couldn't control his feelings.
"We're here!" he said, grabbing her hand and racing for the front entrance. He pushed past a couple of people, dragging her with him and literally ran through the swinging door. He was lucky that it was still attached.
"Which way to the convention?" he asked one of the team's bodyguards who appeared to be having a break.
"Follow the crowd." he muttered.
"Bastard." Ron muttered.
"Don't be so rude!" Hermione said.
"Whatever, who cares." he said. "Come on, I want to see Nikolay Genev and Atanas Kirov. They're the best new rising chasers!"
Hermione found herself being dragged again and suddenly felt her face blasted with cool air as the two entered a very crowded room. The convention was filled with all sorts of people and Hermione could easily pick out who were the team players as they had their team hoodies on.
Ron had disappeared off somewhere, probably looking for the the two chasers. Hermione slowly walked around for a moment and felt a shiver go around her skin as if somebody was watching her. She guessed that it was probably the muggle air conditioning, it was pretty low down.
Ron suddenly appeared out of no where and put an arm around her waist.
"Guess who I saw?" he whispered into her ears.
She giggled as she felt his breath tickle her skin. "Your two seekers?"
"Chasers..." he said, disapprovingly. "You need to go over your Quidditch notes again."
Hermione blushed. "How do you know about the notes?"
"Snooping about your room?" he said with a cheeky grin.
Hermione glared at him playfully. "Don't go through my stuff again, I'll hex you!"
His arm left her waist and he let out a sigh.
"I've had a chat with Genev but I really need to see Kirov. I'll talk to you later."
He kissed her cheek then left her again, disappearing into the crowd. Hermione shook her head, tutting, and turned her head around to find her eyes meet dark brown ones.
She could feel an electrifying connexion and gasped as she felt it travel about her skin giving her thrilling goosebumps of some sort. They were the darkest brown she had ever seen and they were mysterious in a way as if hiding oneself. A moment later she found that the person's eyes reminded her of someone. The man's hair was of average length and his skin was olive. A picture started to form in her head and she gasped with surprise when the man turned his head aside breaking eye contact with her.
A/N Another chapter! I hope you liked it!
