I am terribly sorry for my lack of updating. School was incredibly crazy but now that it is winter break I am going to try and write as many chapters as I can. So if you have stuck with me throughout this story, please continue to stick with me and I promise I won't disappoint you. I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. Enjoy!


After a couple of weeks in the new school year, it was time for Quidditch. The first game of the year was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. After giving it a lot of though, Draco decided to try out for the team again and was named seeker and captain of the Slytherin team. With the first game being against their biggest rivals, Draco was not in the room very often except late at night after Hermione went to bed. They saw each other in classes, but not very much outside of class. Hermione was upset because she was starting to like Draco and she really liked spending time with him.

One night, the night before the first game, Hermione was sitting in her common room reading a book by the fire. She was trying to stay up and wait for Draco because she didn't know if she would be able to see him and wish him luck before the game the next day. She just flipped the page in her book when the door to their common room opened and Draco stepped through.

"I thought you would be practicing late because of the game tomorrow." She said to him.

He threw his robes and bag down next to the door and walked over to sit next to her on the couch, "I decided that we can't be anymore prepared than we are. We decided to call it a night and just hope for the best."

"I think you will do just fine. Your team's flying technique is incredible."

He smirked, "And how would you know that Miss. Granger?"

Hermione's face went red. She didn't tell him that she had watched a couple of the team's practices, "Um no reason. I heard Blaise talking about it the other day."

"You know very well that the team never talks our strategy off the pitch. How do you know about our flying technique, Hermione?"

Her face got even redder, "Okay, fine. I watched a couple of your practices."

"Why. You hate Quidditch."

'I know that but you were never here and I wanted to see you."

"Aww, Granger. You wanted to see me? Did you miss me that much?" he still had that smirk on his face.

"Yes. I did. I like talking with you and with you practicing till late, we never talk any more. And my last name is Greengrass, not Granger."

He pushed a piece of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, "You will always be Granger to me."

Hermione looked in his eyes and felt butterflies in her stomach. She saw that his face was coming closer and she started to close her eyes. But before anything could happen there was a knock at the door.

"Fuck." Draco cursed as he walked towards the door. He opened it and saw Daphne and Astoria. "What can I do for you?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Geez, what's up your butt?" Astoria asked.

He scowled at her and then walked up to his room. The girls stayed silent until they heard the shower start.

"What is his problem, Hermione?" Daphne asked.

"Nothing. We were just talking." She answered in a small voice.

Daphne noticed that her sister's cheeks were red, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Hermione. What did we interrupt?"

"Nothing. I just thought that he was going to kiss me. He had just pushed some hair behind my ear and he was leaning in when you two knocked."

"We are so sorry!" Astoria said.

"It's okay. What can I help you with?"

"Well with the game coming up tomorrow we wanted to make something to support out boyfriends."

"What like signs?"

"Well not exactly. We saw something in one of those muggle magazines about college girls supporting their friends or boyfriends by making t-shirts with their guy's name and number on the back and the team name on the front. Mom sent us some Slytherin t-shirts and this stuff called puffy paint so we can decorate the back of the shirts. Do you want to make one?" Daphne told Hermione.

"Um well, you know Draco and I aren't dating right?"

"Yes. She just said that the girls in the story made them for their friends too." Astoria replied.

"Oh well I guess then I can make one. Oh but what about Harry and Ron. They are playing for Gryffindor and that is my house."

"Just wear this shirt under your Gryffindor sweater and scarf." Astoria said.

"Okay. I guess that will work."

The girls got started on their shirts and after writing the last name and the number of their boyfriend's they took out their wands and used a drying spell on the paint.

"These look good. I can't wait to surprise Theo!" Astoria said and she tried her shirt on and looked in the mirror.

"Right? Blaise is going to love this!"

'I bet when he sees it, that shirt won't stay on for very long after the game." Astoria joked at her sister.

"Tori!"

"What it's true."

"We will see you tomorrow, Hermione. Don't forget to wear your shirt!" The two girls left and Hermione stayed in the common room and was looking at the shirt she just made. She picked it up and looked up the stairs to Draco's room to make sure that he was still in there. She then slid the shirt over her thin, white long sleeve shirt that she was wearing and walked over the to the mirror. She turned so her back was to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. She smiled at the sparkly silver paint that read Malfoy 01.

She was so focused on her shirt that she didn't see Draco come up behind her, "Well, well, well. What does the back of your shirt say, Granger?"

She jumped and turned around, "Oh, Draco! I thought you were still upstairs."

"Nope. I finished my shower and came right down here. Now tell me, Hermione. Why does your shirt have my name and number on the back of it?" he smirked.

"Oh, Daphne and Astoria came here to make shirts for the boyfriends. They saw it in a muggle magazine or something."

His eyebrows rose, "Granger, we aren't dating. Why do you have my name on your shirt?"

"The article said that you could do it for friends as well, it doesn't necessarily have to be for boyfriends."

"So you are planning on wearing that in the Gryffindor stands tomorrow?"

"Of course not! I am going to wear it under my Gryffindor sweater and scarf."

"So you will be secretly cheering for me?"

"I guess you could say that."

He walked towards her with the smirk still on his face. He lent down to speak in her ear, "I look forward to my congratulations when we win tomorrow. I can't wait to rip that scarf and sweater off of you and show people who you really support." He felt her take in a breath, "Goodnight, Granger. Sleep well." He left and walked up to his room without another word, leaving her standing there breathing heavily and wondering what the hell just happened.


I know it isn't super long but this is what I came up with for this chapter.