A/N: Sorry that the last chapter was so short! I'll make this one a teensy bit longer… Enjoy, and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Harry Potter characters are J.K. Rowling's… Wait, let me check again. You know, just in case.
Chapter Three: Life Threatening Quidditch
Months passed from the "punching incident". Third year was near to an end. The Hogwarts students would be leaving later today. Sirius Black was 'yet to be caught'. Draco taunted Harry and Ron as usual, but carefully avoided insulting the brunette. He didn't know what to think after he had heard what she had said to him.
On some nights, Draco laid awake, thinking about what she said to him. The entire 'there must be some good in you' part unnerved him. He didn't know what to think to that. He also didn't know why he had lied about how his nose was broken. The excuse was blurted out, Draco, for some reason not wanting the witch to get in trouble. Why, though? Draco himself didn't know either.
Draco was often known as the "son of the ex-death eater" or the "son of the richest family of the wizarding world" or the "sole heir of the Malfoy line" or the "son of one of the most respected wizard in London". He had his future planned out for him, his life being like a music box, replaying over and over again. Being a Malfoy meant everything. There was money, fame, reputation, endless parties… the list went on. Bo-ring!
His father had drilled numerous things into Draco's mind, ranging from how purebloods were superior to everyone else, to how Malfoys did everything right. His father... his father was a cold hearted person, heart frozen when he first joined Voldemort. Lucious Malfoy did not love anyone, or anything, including his wife and child. Since Voldemort's defeat from Harry Potter, Lucius had risen in the ranks of the wizarding world, gaining ultimate power in society. The power had gone to his head and now, he was just a power hungry, unloving person. The combination was dangerous.
His mother, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Lucious. Narcissa was an outgoing person, though she became much subdued since her marriage to Lucious. Narcissa did not share the beliefs of blood status with Lucious, seeing all people, muggleborns and purebloods, the same. She loved Draco very much, and was not ashamed to show it. Narcissa was a type of person who 'followed their heart', and often encouraged Draco to do the same. She often detested how Lucious set everything up in Draco's life, including Draco's marriage and jobs.
Draco was in his dorm room, packing his trunk. Of course, he wasn't packing himself. Being the lazy person he was, he was waving his wand around muttering 'pack' under his breath, and cursing things that didn't exactly end up in his trunk perfectly. Draco paused, then sighed. Third year was boring, just like first and second year. The only thing that made his life easier was flying. Not even bothering to make sure everything was packed, he grabbed his broom and headed for the Quidditch Pitch.
Hermione was also in her dorm room, packing her trunk. The other girls were gone, enjoying their last day at Hogwarts. Hermione shook her head and sighed through her nose. She tucked in a picture frame that had Harry, Ron and herself waving, into her truck. Although she was perfectly capable of doing it the magical way, Hermione enjoyed packing the muggle way. Especially this year. There was always too much magic around her. In first year, there was the Sorcerer's Stone, then there was the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets the next year, and this year was saving a wanted, yet actually innocent criminal Sirius Black by going back in time while dealing with their werewolf DADA teacher and a crowd of Dementors. She could hardly believe it. All three of her years at Hogwarts were dangerous and full of adventures. Hermione finished packing and looked around the room, to make sure there was nothing left. There was still some time left until the train departed, so she grabbed the book she was currently reading and left for the Quidditch Pitch.
Hermione never enjoyed flying or quidditch. What was the point of flying high in the air with nothing for protection except for nothing but a flimsy, floating stick? It did absolutely nothing for your health except damage. And while people played quidditch, they even had balls to intentionally hurt the players! However, she enjoyed being outside and at the usually empty quidditch field. The wind blew perfectly from there and it reminded Hermione of her own home. So if one was looking for Hermione and was not at either the library or the Gryffindor common room, they would find her at the quidditch field reading a book or doing homework.
The quidditch pitch reminded Hermione of her home in many ways. The air was crisp, and from the stands, one could see the forest and the Black Lake. The views were stunning, just like the view was from the top of her tree house in Hermione's backyard. Whenever Hermione felt lonely or sad, she would go to her treehouse in her backyard and read a book until she felt better. Now, whenever she felt the same way, or was feeling homesick, Hermione visited the quidditch pitch to relax.
Hermione absently sat down on one of the quidditch bleacher and opened her book. She was reading The Book Thief and was almost completely immersed by it until she saw something in the corner of her eye. She almost gasped. It was person on a broomstick doing one of the most dangerous stunts she had ever seen in her life. In fact, she wasn't even sure if Harry could do them! Hermione began watching the person on the broom, her book completely forgotten. The person began doing some life threatening swings on the broom. Hermione, without knowing, had her hand on her mouth and was staring at the boy. He swung back on to his broomstick with ease, zoomed around the pitch once, then began doing some flips. Then, he came towards the stands, looking at Hermione, who still had her hand at her mouth. Then, Hermione finally noticed the blond hair and unmistakable smirk. It was Draco Malfoy.
