Hermione was in the library early in the morning the next day, she wanted to get her homework done before the match today.

The library was her sanctuary, it was her friend and a joyous companion, especially at the time of daylight because then, she'd be the only one there except for the librarian, madam Pince.

Knowing that her friends would succeed in dragging her to the game later that day, only made her work faster. She scribbled away her potions essay, then her history of magic paper that was due on Monday followed by finally solving a handful amount of Arithmancy equations.

She was only on her second equation when someone sat in the seat opposite to her. The striking set of pale blond locks paid no attention to her just the way Hermione didn't either. Hermione couldn't help but stare at how Draco Malfoy, aka the Head Boy, plucked a book from the Dark Arts section of the library and dropped into the seat right in front of her.

Typical.

After all, she didn't expect him to pick a Muggle book now, did she?

She wanted to believe that he hadn't seen her, of course, if he had, he'd never sit on the same table as her - let alone anywhere near her.

But her thoughts were confirmed when he looked up from his book, his gray/silver eyes only merely showing with his pale blond mop of hair. "Granger." He spoke in a sharp voice, it almost felt screeching to her ears.

"Malfoy." she drawled with equal disgust, her whole mood turning sour. It was weird how one person could make your mood turn a whole 360 degrees, only that person happened to be Draco Malfoy to Hermione. She concluded that the only reason Draco Malfoy sat at the same table as her was because that table was the only one nearest to the window, it was actually his spot, Hermione knew that much, whenever she'd come to the library, frequently, she found himself in the same place right near the window, sometimes reading, sometimes gazing out the window.

One thing she had particularly noticed was that whenever it rained, he would only watch the rain though the glass, that was the one time he always abandoned the books. She had watched him quite oftenly starstruck by the rain as drops rolled down the glass while he closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

Of course, she made herself anything but seem like a stalker.

"You are in my spot, you know that. I know you do." Draco's voice was surprisingly soft. Hermione felt her ears turn red, thank God for bushy hair to conceal that embarrassment.

"Do you want me to leave then?" She was already putting away her still unfinished homework, not even bothering to look at the pale blonde boy in front of her.

"No you can stay," Hermione felt like she didn't hear him right, and so, she turned to face him, completely stunned. That was when he smirked and slid out of the seat, his book in his hands, "I'll find someplace that doesn't reek of your insufferable know-it-all scent."

She was going to have his head on a stick one day, she promised herself that then and there.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Ron and Ginny were getting ready to go to the game, just like many of the rest. Some of them decided to sleep in on a weekend, while some decided to go cheer for their house on the pitch. All Hermione wanted was to finish her Arithmancy equations because bloody Malfoy had caused her not to in the morning.

I'll get back to you, Malfoy. She told herself.

When the witch located Ginny, she almost screamed that her plan had so many loopholes, Hermione didn't want her friend to be embarrassed in front of so many people, she felt as if it was her duty to prevent anything that would cause her friend any kind of damage. "Ginny, you told me to arrange our seats in such a way that you and Harry sit alone then us lot, right? Well guess what? You both are on the team! How is this supposed to work?"

Ginny smiled at her, almost throwing a fit of laughter at her friend's cautiousness. Hermione just had to be prepared for anything, that was just how she was, she planned every intricate detail before implementing, Ginny should've known.

"Hello to you too Hermione, I'm good, thanks for asking. Yes, a bit nervous but I'm fine." when Hermione didn't laugh she took the liberty to continue after a sigh. "Look, I know you're right and I only realised this later when I was in bed, I should've told you sooner though but I did come up with a better plan to overcome this." she explained, "As we're both on the team, I thought we could kiss live while on the pitch! Right after we win! Oh and I know we'll win, we're way better than them, don't worry."

Both girls basked in the silence, it was the calm before the storm, but Ginny didn't know that.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND? Hermione bellowed, her eyes were wide and she resembled everything writers told about scary witches in their BOOKS. "KISSING IS ONE THING, BUT KISSING ON THE PITCH AFTER THE GAME—" she yelled, "And what if he doesn't kiss you! What if it's totally embarrassing!"

"Relax, I've charmed the bloody thing, it will make him wish instantly to kiss me, just like it would make me, it's a win-win. All I have to do is think of Harry when I see the camera and bam! The charm would be activated! If I don't look at him immediately after I see the camera, it won't work." she explained when Hermione still looked confused.

" THAT IS RIDICULOUS—"

Ginny cast a silencing charm on her friend which only agitated her more. That wasn't a wise move to try on the brightest witch of her age.

But she finally gave up speakimg because clearly it was not going to make Ginny reconsider her plan, she was so adamant about it that Hermione knew she was the one who had to take a leap of faith this time, even though she didn't like it, she had to, for her friend.

It was finally happening, she was in the stands, dressed in her favourite baby blue top and jeans, a red and gold colored scarf resting around her neck. In her hands, she held the Gryffindor crest flag as if she couldn't be more proud of her house. Besides her, there sat Parvati, Dean and Seamus. Her eyes lingered on the now emerging Gryffindor team — Harry, Ron, Ginny and the others.

Ginny smiled brightly the moment her eyes landed on Hermione, in return, she waved enthusiastically at the ginger haired girl. The Game was set, just when the golden snitch was released by Madam Hooch, a familiar woman in a green dress and a tall hat approached Hermione. "Professor." she smiled.

Minerva McGonagall was indeed happy to see her favourite student, or so told the grin on her aging face. "Hello Miss Granger, I'm afraid I have a task for you."

Hermione's eyes went to Ginny and then Harry, she wanted to support her friend with her presence knowing how much it would mean to her, but she also couldn't tell Professor McGonagall no. "Of course, professor." With a sigh, she stood up and followed the woman further back into the stands.

"What's he doing here?" Hermione all but asked politely, she didn't care if she was being rude but seeing Malfoy after the embarrassing event today in the library was simply unacceptable.

"The feeling is mutual, Granger." Draco took long strides towards her, almost ready to kill her when Professor McGonagall put a hand to his chest and lightly pushed him away, just like she did with Hermione who seemed like she was ready to pounce on him any moment now.

"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger," The old woman looked at both of them sternly, "This is not the kind of behaviour I expect from you two, please behave yourselves or I will be forced to deduct points from your respective houses." At that, both of them scoffed in unison but didn't bicker, that was something.

"The house stands have been decided to be submerged today, I do not know the exact reason but they have been," When neither one of the two responded, she decided to continue, "It means that there will be no separate stands for Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, they'll both be asked to be seated in one stand, now—"

"You want me to stand next to Gryffindors?!" Draco sheriked and Hermione almost laughed, she knew the passion of hate he had towards the, as he called them, Petty Gryffindors. "This is outrageous!"

McGonagall looked like she was having a headache, with a hand, she rubbed her temples and had her eyes closed. "Mister Malfoy, interrupt me one more time and this time I will deduct a hundred points from Slytherin. 10 points from Slytherin." she said and Hermione watched as Draco's jaw ticked, it seemed like he wanted to scream at the woman but bit his tongue.

"Very well then," the transfigurations teacher exclamaied, "As Head boy and Head girl, you both are required to maintain discipline amongst tye students in the stands and ensure that everything is in order and no misbehavior takes place. You both have the liberty to take points, as you know already, I expect that you shall make the best use of this opportunity. Now, I suppose the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students would've been submerged by now, this is where your job begins." and then, she was off.

True to her words, when Draco and Hermione both made their way to the stands after whining, they saw the blues and reds all mixed together— bickering and shouting at the game continued. Gryffindor was in lead, Hermione noted, Draco, on the other hand felt disgusted by the mere sight of Gryffindors to even look at the game.

Hermione knew he had an undying love for only two things in this world; his ego and Quiddich.

Both of the heads pushed their way through the students and ensured discipline like they were expected too. There were several professors sitting but they couldn't actually sit amongst the students and ensure mandatory school discipline, only the students themselves could.

"You will regret throwing these chocolate frogs' wrappers at the Quiddich pitch, Longbottom." Draco rolled his eyes and snatched the frogs from his hands, only to be met with complaining but like he gave a slythershit.

Hermione herself was busy trying to make the students sit in one place when she finally heard the final whistle after what felt like hours, Gryffindor had won, she couldn't have been happier, but then a flying odd box with a lens caught her attention, just like it did everyone else's, even Draco's. Nobody knew what it was expect Ginny and Hermione, suddenly, she felt jittery, this was it.

Draco had made his way to Hermione, pushing off students, literally to make way. He was going to tell her to take it from here and that he was done with his bloody head boy duties just when Granger shouted, "Congratulations, Ginny!"

And that was the biggest mistake Ginny Weasley ever made, to turn around from Harry Potter and look directly at Hermione and Draco standing right next to each other right after she had looked at the kiss cam, her eyes widened completely, nearly ready to pop out if their sockets. Ginny shouted a discreet, "NO!" but it was too late.

Draco and Hermione were already smiling at each other, everyone was looking at them, nothing could be done to prevent it, prevent what came next.

"I want to kiss you, Granger." by now, Draco's words were clearly heard on the full screen through the camera lens, everyone was ready to throw a fit any moment now. Everyone looked horrified when Draco touched Hermione's cheek and she leaned into his touch, the smile never leaving her face.

"Then what's stoping you?" She had been charmed, it was powerful, and she had lost all sense just like Draco. Ginny watched in horror as Hermione bit her lip seductively before leaving right into his face, her lips only half an inch apart.

She remembered her ears fling deaf when Ron had shouted the moment their lips had touched and Hermione's arm went around his neck, she remembered watching the two of them kiss like star-crossed lovers deeply in love, tongue, teeth, hell, whatever you name it was involved.

Ginny also remembered Ron fainting and falling off his broomstick...