A/N: It has been a really freaking long time since I have uploaded a chapter. Thank you for reviews and I'm sorry it took me a long time to upload. It just didn't feel right to write this until now, so sorry if I kept any of you waiting :( I really want to do this story, it just is a big long hard project for me... but I'm going to work on it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter

Summary: A Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match


Beautiful Thing

Chapter 4

Fight You Off

Draco's POV

Pansy stood up from her position on the floor and with her arm wiped her mouth.

I sighed refastening my pants.

"Jesus thats the third time in two days Draco, whats wrong with you?"

"Nothing." I snapped back at her standing up.

"Do you even want to shag me?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"No."

"Why not?" She demanded.

"I'm tired. Close the door on your way out." I said walking away from her towards the loo.

I heard her growl and gripe underneath her breath, but I ignored it.

Once she was gone I jumped into the shower, a cold one, and tried to wash away all my thoughts of Granger down the drain.

She'd plagued my mind ever since we returned back from break wearing that skirt and heels.

Sure Pansy sucking on my cock nearly every morning and night helped get her off my mind, but it didn't get me off the way I dreamed of getting off.

I fucking would catch myself thinking at times that Granger was the only one who could get me off anymore.

But that is entirely untrue.

She was just one of the few who I'd never had before and it was starting to rattle me.

Granger has got to be a good lay.

I can tell.

She's so damn passionate, feisty and eager.

How could she be a disappointment?

However, it's clear that she isn't going to come chase me like the rest of them do.

I need to continue to toy with her and tease her to get her to come after me so I can take her once and for all.

She's such an annoyance though.

I've never dreamed of fucking a particular girl before.

They're all the same to me.

They all have the same face and have no personality... except for her.

The only reason why she's different, I've convinced myself, is because she's so damn forbidden.

But nevertheless it's going to happen one day.

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"Are you excited for tomorrow Hermione?" Ginny asked smiling.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"In the seven years that you've known me when have I ever let on that I like Quidditch?"

Ginny huffed narrowing her eyes.

"You need to learn to like it woman. It's a part of the Wizarding culture you see, and since you care about stuff like that, you should care about Quidditch."

Hermione laughed.

"That is a good argument Ginny, but I still just do not care at all for the game."

Ginny sighed.

"So are you even coming?"

"Have I ever not come?"

"No."

"Then of course I'm coming."

"Hello ladies," Harry suddenly said appearing behind Ginny.

"Hullo Harry," Hermione replied as Ginny kissed him in greeting.

"Let's head down to dinner, I'm starved." He suggested.

"Yea alright," Hermione nodded standing up from the couch in the common room.

Harry and Ginny walked holding hands as Hermione strolled on the other side of Harry.

"Are you at all excited for tomorrow?" Harry asked smiling.

"I am so titillated that I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight." Hermione replied sarcastically.

Harry chuckled.

Dinner went by rather uneventfully.

There was much buzz and chatter throughout the Great Hall about the Quidditch match tomorrow: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Hermione was secretly rooting for Gryffindor more than ever before just to see Malfoy in an upheaval.

He hadn't stayed away from her at all like she'd ordered him too.

He brought up Ron and Lavender as much as he could in front of her.

He sent her fake love letters signed by Ron, but it clearly was not Ron's hand writing.

Whenever he walked past her in the corridors he'd make some horribly embarrassing sex noise.

He'd groan or moan or gasp and press his tongue to the side of his cheek three times and raise his eyebrows at her.

Hermione ignored all this and focused on her schoolwork and friends.

She and Ron had spoken once.

He came to her to ask help with his Potions homework.

She'd helped him and that'd been it.

Since then Ron and Lavender's PDA had lessened, Hermione thought Ron might have done this in thanks to her for helping

Hermione ate her steak leisurely whilst talking to Neville throughout dinner.

"Gram sent me a letter Hermione." Neville said carefully.

"How is she?"

"She's good as ever, but she sent me inside information about the Order." Neville's voice had dropped to a whisper.

"Is there something Harry should know?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Just that the Order believes that Voldemort's getting stronger."

Hermione sighed and nodded.

"Sirius wrote and told Harry the same a week after Christmas." Hermione said.

Neville nodded and went back to his pudding.

"Is that all she said Neville?" Hermione pressed.

"That's about it yeah, but she also said that the Order believed Voldemort was out of the country."

"Really?" Hermione asked surprised.

He nodded.

"Tell Harry later," Hermione whispered.

He nodded once more.

After dinner all of the Gryffindor Quidditch team left together.

Hermione retreated not back to her dorm, but to the library to find a quick read for the night.

The library was warm and not completely deserted.

Students huddled at tables were splayed randomly across the vast room.

Hermione headed back to the section about Magical Creatures and found a medium sized volume titled: Whereabouts of Windigrifts

Hermione settled into a comfy armchair next to a window and began to read.

Not five pages into the book she was disturbed.

"You're bloody mad mate." A voice shouted.

"I am not." A familiar voice drawled.

"You are, you're a sick, twisted son of a bitch and you know it."

Hermione sighed and stood up to see Malfoy and Zabini bickering on the other side of the bookshelf.

They were both massively large she realized as she stood to her full height and realized she only came up to their chests.

They hadn't realized her presence.

"You've lost your marbles Draco, every last one of them."

Draco chuckled and smiled.

Hermione was taken aback.

It was a real and genuine smile on his lips.

Something she'd never seen before.

She'd only ever seen a smirk, or snigger or wolfy grin before, but never a real genuine smile.

And it was beautiful.

Hermione stared at Malfoy's face and caught her breath as she saw him standing there.

He was standing tall, but comfortably... not intimidatingly.

His jaw was relaxed and slack... not tight and firm in a smirk.

He had one hand, that was extremely large, resting softly on the bookcase.

His hand actually looked delicate settled there.

Hermione realized that this was the real Draco Malfoy she was looking at.

No the one who strutted around like he owned the place, or thought he was better than everyone, or completely full of himself.

He just stood there like a normal average friendly person talking to his best friend.

He had no guards up whatsoever.

Was he always like this whenever he wasn't in front of a crowd???

Seeing him act himself for once he actually looked... charming.... attractive... alluring... sexy- Wait no definitely not!

Hermione continued to study him completely flabbergasted.

She actually felt herself being attracted to him and gasped stepping away.

Both boys stiffened and looked in her direction.

Hermione squatted down quickly, but it was no use.

She heard Zabini chuckle.

"I guess I'll be heading out...."

Hermione's eyes widened.

Why the bloody hell is he leaving me here alone with Malfoy???

Before she had time to think anymore Malfoy appeared in front of her smirking.

His comfortable stance completely washed away.

He stood intimidatingly once again with a cold demeanor.

"Well, well, well Granger. What a pleasant surprise this is."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I was simply looking for a book and I... I fell."

He raised one eyebrow perfectly.

"Really? What did you manage to trip on?" He inquired, his eyes showing her he knew she was lying.

"My... shoe."

"Right of course. Because you're wearing flats with no laces."

Hermione turned red.

Then suddenly:

"You looked really different Malfoy." She blurted.

He was definitely taken aback.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll just be leaving."

She stood and walked past him, but he grabbed her arm and dragged her back.

"I looked different?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"Yes."

"I don't follow you. Explain." He was truly curious as to what she meant.

"You. Looked. Different."

He raised his brow once more.

"How?"

She sighed.

"Look I really have to be going."

"Stop stalling Granger."

"There's nothing to-"

"Granger." He growled.

She glared at him.

"You just looked different just then alright! You weren't smirking, or calling anyone mudblood or narrowing your eyes. Now let me go!"

He did and stared at her slightly baffled.

"You noticed all that did you?" He asked quickly.

"Yes I did. Fine, whatever, now get out of my way."

She pushed past him and stormed out of the library.

The next morning Hermione awoke still slightly shaken from the night before.

She quickly showered then dressed and went down to breakfast.

She learned from Pavarti that the team had already come and ate and had left to get an early practice in.

"They're all pumped up for the match," Pavarti told her smiling.

"You should have seen the lot of them."

Suddenly wild cheers and jeers erupted from the other side of the Great Hall, the Slytherin side.

Hermione turned to see that Malfoy was being held up by the rest of the team and they were tossing him up and down getting wound up.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Hello Hermione," a dreamy voice suddenly said from behind her.

"Hello Luna," Hermione replied smiling.

"Would you like to sit together at the match today?" Luna asked genuinely.

"Of course, I'll see you later Pavarti."

Luna and Hermione walked together down to the field and took their seats together on the Gryffindor side.

"I am so excited to watch Harry catch the Snitch again." Luna said happily.

"Don't jinx the game Luna!"

"I'm not, I know that Harry will catch it." She replied.

"Alright then, he'll catch it, but who will win?"

"Gryffindor."

"What will the score be then?"

"Slytherin will lose by a twenty points."

"That's not much of a loss," Hermione replied.

"Shh it's about to begin!!" Luna cried wildly.

Hermione watched as the Gryffindors entered the field and were greeted by a mixture of cheers and boos.

The same happened when Slytherin walked out.

Hermione clapped for both teams and settled comfortably in her seat ready for the game to begin.

Luna's predictions seemed to be far, far off.

Slytherin was currently winning, 90 to 0.

Hermione sighed as Slytherin gained thirty more points.

120 to 0.

Hermione watched Harry shouting at Ron, the Keeper, and then fly away quickly.

"Luna... are you sure Gryffindor is going to win?"

"Oh yes, definitely." She smiled.

"In about six minutes Harry will see the snitch. But Malfoy's going to nearly beat him to it. Malfoy's going to fall off his broom and injure his leg too."

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Hermione watched as Slytherin scored once again and the Gryffindors boo louder than ever before.

She could see how stressed Ron was, even from this far away from him.

She looked away and watched Ginny instead.

Ginny was not doing well this match either.

She hadn't gotten a single point for Gryffindor.

Hermione sighed.

Suddenly the crowd began shouting and pointing wildly.

Hermione leaned over the railing to see Harry chasing the Snitch.

Suddenly Malfoy was right behind him and pushed him hard out of the way.

Harry recoiled then flew past him pushing him hard.

The Slytherins yelled in protest, but the Gryffindors were cheering.

Malfoy suddenly sped ahead of Harry and reached out it looked like he had it, but suddenly he jerked and flew off his broom.

About twenty feet off the ground he fell and landed on his side.

The crowd screamed, because of the fall and because Harry had just caught the Snitch.

"Your final score is Gryffindor 150 to Slytherin 130! Slytherin looses by twenty points! Gryffindor WINS!"

The Gryffindors all shouted and cheered and began to jump in the stands.

Hermione stood up cheering with them.

"Luna you were right!"

Luna just smiled dreamily at her.

Hermione smiled back and quickly left the stands to go congratulate Harry and the others.

When she got down to the field Gryffindors all around were bustling around shouting and screaming happily.

Hermione looked around trying to find Harry and Ginny, but could not see them in the swarm of students.

She did however see Malfoy.

He was on the ground a good hundred feet away, sitting up and looking at everyone out on the field with the most shocked expression on his face.

It was almost funny and Hermione had to fight giggles.

"HERMIONE!" Someone suddenly shouted.

It was Harry.

"Congratulations Harry!" She cried running to hug him.

"We did it! We won! My last game against Slytherin and I won it!"

"You won them all," Hermione reminded him smiling.

Harry nodded with the most joyous expression on his face.

When Hermione looked back to where Malfoy had been sitting, he was gone....

"What the bloody hell!!" Draco roared into the empty locker room.

He punched his locker forcefully; the locker bent and his knuckle began to bleed.

He ignored this and punched another locker with the other fist.

"What the fuck is wrong with me!!!" He thundered this time banging his head against the locker.

"Every fucking game he beats me!! Every FUCKING GAME!!!"

"Draco?" A small voice called from the doorway.

"GET OUT!" He shouted not caring who he shouted at.

The girl gasped and ran out like a frightened rabbit.

Draco cursed again and punched another locker.

"I train and train and train and fucking train and I nearly win!! Why the fuck did I lose balance!! Goddamn it!! Fucking hate Harry Potter!!"

Raging from the inside out Draco limped across the locker room and flung open the door.

The Slytherin team was standing outside silently.

"What the fuck are you lot looking at!" He roared ripping through them.

He stormed away, still limping across half of the field.

Gryffindors all around him were shouting.

"Nice moves Malfoy!" Someone suddenly yelled at him.

Draco turned on the spot to see Granger smirking at him.

His eyes darkened.

She was exactly the only person who could take his mind off of this huge loss now.

"Granger." He stated gritting his teeth.

She smiled evilly at him.

He limped quickly over to her.

He noticed her eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he reached her.

"Come with me." He growled.

She hissed and tried to push him away from her.

"You think I have good moves do you?"

She growled and tried to break free.

He was much stronger than she had imagined, even with an injured leg.

"Let me go." She griped.

"No."

Draco dragged her away from everyone's sight and to the other side of the stands.

He gripped her tighter causing her to yelp.

"You're hurting me!

"Good. You think you can just say things like that to me Granger and not have to pay the consequences?"

He threw her up against the wooden stand wall and put his hand around her throat.

"MALFOY!"

"What?" He asked unaffected.

"Let go of me!!"

"I said no."

"You better or-"

"Or what? You'll sick your boyfriend on me?"

She began to choke and he released her.

"You listen now and you listen good Granger. Weasley doesn't care about you."

Hermione looked away from him.

He grabbed her chin in his hands and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Weasley's probably off having a victory shag with her right now. He's not going to come to your rescue. Not now or ever."

Hermione slapped him hard across the face.

Malfoy's head swung slightly to the left and stayed still there.

When he turned back to face her, his eyes had darkened.

He put one of his hands lightly up to his red cheek and rubbed it softly.

"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again." She bit out.

Draco's eyes flared up again and he pushed her back against the wooden stands.

Hermione lost balance and nearly fell over.

She stiffened up.

She was unharmed, but still couldn't believe that he'd put his hand around her throat and thrown her up against the wall.

"You bastard! How dare you!"

"How dare I? Sorry I'm not a perfect gentleman like Potter and Weasley with you." He growled.

Hermione tried to slap him again, but he caught her hand this time.

"Don't even think about it."

With her other hand she punched him in the gut.

He groaned and doubled over, but held fast onto her pulling her down with him to the ground.

"Get off me!" She yelled kicking him away with her legs.

Draco grabbed her hair and pulled it back.

Hermione yelped and kicked him between his legs.

Draco hollered let go of her.

Hermione stood up quickly, but was brought straight back down to the ground.

Draco held onto her ankle tightly and drug her to him.

Hermione kicked his hurt leg, hard.

He shouted out and grabbed her arm in a deathly tight grip.

Hermione cried out.

He stood, very shakily, and threw her once again up against the wooden stands wall.

Draco pushed her against the wall and flattened his body against hers.

Hermione was panting and Draco was breathing heavily in her face.

"Let go of me bastard!" She shouted kicking him furiously with her legs.

Draco using his chest he pinned her down and with his hands grabbed her legs and hoisted them up wrapping them around his waist.

Terrified she'd fall, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Draco grabbed her hands from his neck and pinned them up above her head.

They were both panting now and staring dangerously into one another eyes.

"You're weak!" She cried once again trying to kick him with her legs.

Draco held her arms pinned with one hand and with the other grabbed her chin and brought her lips down to his in a hard kiss.

Hermione bit his lip and he moaned shoving his tongue past her lips.

Hermione moaned.

Her legs tightened around his waist.

Both their eyes closed.

Draco shoved her hard up against the wall and released her hands so that his could roam her body.

His hands started at her waist and curved down around her bottom.

Hermione gasped into his mouth grinding herself down onto him.

The contact felt amazing.

Draco ran one of his up her back and to the back of her neck.

Their lips roughly caressed one another and their bodies began to dance against the other.

Draco's hands cupped her breasts in his hands and Hermione broke her lips away from his to moan loudly.

It had been so long since she had been touched at all.

Draco kissed down her neck as he fondled her heavy breasts.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and let her head fall back against the stands, her eyes fluttering.

She moaned as Draco kissed her collarbone and nipped at her jaw.

He reattached his lips to hers firmly.

Their kiss grew and Draco put his hand up her shirt to grasp one of her breasts beneath her bra.

Hermione cried out clawing her hands into his silvery locks.

Draco groaned burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"You feel amazing," he gasped.

"I hate you," she moaned her neck rolling limply.

He smiled and pulled his hand away from her.

She looked at him quickly, a protest inscribed in her eyes.

"I'll see you around."

"What!?" She cried as he pulled away.

She landed on her feet, but wobbled a little bit and fell to her knees softly in the grass staring up at him.

He smirked and ran his hand through her hair before walking away from her.


So, can you believe he just left her there??!! Please review and let me know what you think about this chapter. BTW I liked including Luna in this chapter, was it a good choice? Lemme know! PS. The mention about Voldemort between Hermione and Neville does have to do with the story...

Thank you for reading very very much!!

And I didn't use a beta on this chapter because I didn't want to wait to upload it. Sorry for any grammar mistakes!!