I'm back! Hope you all had a great weekend, enjoy this next chapter! ;)

Quick btw, I meant to say professor Sprout and not Madam Sprout, my apologies.


Chapter 3: Quaffles & Bludgers

The cold wet Scotland air hit Hermione's face as she huddled in the stands next to Luna and Neville, they had a sort of unspoken agreement to sit together during matches, they had had it since their very first year at the magical school. It was October, it was cold and Hermione was really debating wether or not Harry, Ron and Ginny would notice if she slipped back to the library for some more reading.

The match was about to start, the teams and players had been announced by Lee Jordan, the team captains shook hands. Hopefully Harry will catch the snitch in record time and we can all leave. Hermione thought moodily, it seems a bad night sleep and a general hate of quidditch do not go well together.

"Are you alright there Hermione?" It was Luna that broke her train of thought. Hermione gave her a grin that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes I am quite well, just didn't sleep too well." Hermione responded hoping Luna would drop it. Luna tilted her head slightly, a curious expression graced her features. "Yes well I guess potions can have that effect on some." She answered vaguely. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Potions? What on earth do potions have to do with me? I haven't taken any recently. What is she on about? "It's starting." Neville broke Hermione's inner monologue.

The snitch was released into the air, Hermione lost the golden ball in all the chaos, Harry seemed to have as well.

Lets get this over with. Hermione sighed.


The game had been going on for about an hour, there was still no sign of the snitch. Ron had stopped to goals and Ginny was in her element, she had already scored five times! Suddenly Harry and Malfoy both dived down. Had they spotted the golden snitch? The crowd grew silent as they continued their descent. Hermione held her breath, they were so close to the ground with no intention of stopping. She averted her gaze. Hermione noticed something else. Ginny was shouting madly at Harry, a bludger was headed straight for him and Malfoy. Shit, he's going to spend the rest of the weekend in the hospital wing. Finally Ginny got through to Harry, he noticed the bludger heading for him and Malfoy. Quickly he shoved Malfoy out of the way with his broom, the Slytherin seeker was knocked to the side and plummeted down. He hit the ground with a sickening crack. At the same time Harry was struck by the incoming bludger, quickly Hermione stood to her feet and cast a spell to slow his fall. It didn't help much, the damage had been done. Ginny and Ron flew down to the pitch, Slytherin and Gryffindor students alike crowded around the two boys. Hermione ran down the steps towards the pitch.

As she got closer she noticed Parkinson standing over Harry, who was knocked out on the ground, blood was spilling from a gash on his forehead. Malfoy wailing in pain next to him, it looked as if his knee and shoulder were dislocated. Hermione ran to Harry. Stupid quidditch, people always get hurt! Parkinson ran through the crowd to her friend, Malfoy, who screaming out for Madam Pomfrey. Crabbe and Goyle were close behind her. Hermione sighed, she really didn't want to deal with them right now.

"He did it on purpose! That stupid Potter did it to hurt Draco!" Goyle was shouting as he angrily stormed up to Hermione, Ginny and Ron. Ron stepped forward ready to defend his friend. "Piss of Goyle, it's quidditch, if he can't handle it then maybe you shouldn't be playing." Ron was turning as red as his hair. This wasn't good, tensions between the two houses had always been high and a fight was bound to happen.

Goyle and Crabbe got in Ron's face. "It's his bloody fault, now Draco's gonna have to spend the rest of his weekend in the hospital wing, all because of that bloody git!" Crabbe said pointing to Harry. "Take it back!" Ron roared as he shoved Crabbe. Goyle stood up for his friend as pushed Ron to the ground. Hermione grabbed her wand preparing for a duel. "Stop it. Bloody stop it!" To everyones surprise it was Malfoy, who had calmed down and was being helped up by Parkinson and professor Snape. "He tried to save me." Malfoy said quietly. His cheeks were red as he looked to Harry's body.

Crabbe and Goyle were silent, seemingly just as shocked as everyone else was. Malfoy then turned and limped of the field, still supported by Snape and Parkinson.

What was that? Harry protecting Malfoy, that is nothing like him. God this is weird. Her musings were cut short as Harry was lifted off the pitch and McGonagall strode onto the field.

"Weasley, Crabbe and Goyle. Follow me." No one dared to question her.


Later, after dinner, Hermione headed to the hospital wing. It had been a weird day she definitely needed to talk to Harry. Despite there having been a match today, the ward was surprisingly empty. Harry was lying in a cot at the far end of the room. Thank Merlin he's awake. Hermione felt a surge of relief flow through her. She walked over to Harry. Ron wanted to join her but was busy cleaning the toilets with Crabbe and Goyle, Mcgonagall did not go lightly on them.

"Harry." Hermione said softly as she sat next to Harry's bed. "How are you feeling?" Harry stirred slightly, he was awake but it was clear that the light irritated his eyes. "Hey Mione," Harry grumbled, his voice was thick was sleep. "My head hurts." He grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes at her friends nonchalant answer. "You cracked your head open for a bloody snitch, honestly Harry you saw the bludger coming why didn't you move?" Hermione tilted her in curiosity.

Harry sighed lightly. "I don't know. It just all happened so fast." Hermione studied her friend. Should I ask him why he saved Malfoy? Maybe I should just let him rest, but then again, this IS Malfoy we are talking about. "Harry-" Hermione started to say, a loud bang from the bed next to them stopped her.

"Watch Pans! I really don't want to give Madam Pomfrey another reason to give me that god awful potion." Malfoy said with disgust, his voice had a light tinge of amusement in it. Hermione looked back at Harry to continue their conversation but found that he had fallen fast asleep. Should I? I really shouldn't, just leave now Hermione. Hermione debated wether or not to eavesdrop on Parkinson and Malfoy.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Hermione hear Parkinson's voice through the curtain. "There is nothing to talk about Pansy." "Fine, we can just ignore how bloody Potter saved you from a smashed in head." They saw it too, were Harry's actions really that obvious.

"Maybe he recongnised it? you never know what-" Pansy started. "I am going to stop you right there! I do not wish to speak of this subject." Malfoy grumbled. "You can't say anything though Pans, not with does dreams you have been having." Dreams? What dreams? He couldn't possibly mean what she thought he did. Hermione's face grew red.

"Shut up Malfoy, I'm never telling you anything again. God I hate you sometimes."

"No you don't."

"Shut up."

Hermione couldn't help but grin at their banter, they seemed to be close. Maybe their dating? They seemed quite close on the pitch today.Hermione felt a spark of jealousy from within her. She clenched her fists until they turned white. Why am I acting like this? It's not like I fancy Malfoy. Hermione checked the clock, it was time for bed, something she had been dreading.

I cannot handle another one of those dreams again.
Sighing she made her way to her dorm, leaving Harry to his peaceful slumber.


Annnddd another chapter complete! Till next time gang