Full Summary:
The International Confederation of Wizard's Quidditch Committee is hosting the World Cup in a few months. The problem is, the players are refusing to participate, citing that the previous cup was poorly planned and underwhelming, making it a waste of vacation time. Among those who do not want to participate is Puddlemere United's star chaser, Draco Malfoy.
Instead of canceling the event, the committee decided that this year it would be better to hire professionals. They approached Hermione Granger, the owner of Heavenly, the top events management company of the wizarding world and muggle world.
Hermione's number one priority is to convince Draco to join the world cup. Draco's number one priority is to spend his vacation time wisely, like charming any girl he wants because he can. Hence, he refuses to meet with any of the World Cup organizers. Hermione hated not succeeding. She decided that she will personally dragged the Chaser out of his vacation, even if it meant becoming the chaser, herself.
Chapter 10: The Qudditch Noob
If there was one thing that came out of the Bulgarian Ministry Benefit Ball, it was the rise of the Forbidden Love Affair, otherwise known as the Malfoy-Granger love escapade.
Hermione didn't bother with a flight to London. The ministry simply offered an international portkey for her and her beau to take. If it was because of her name or his, she didn't care. They packed their bags and headed to London, specifically to Draco's flat. Despite preferring planes to portkeys, she appreciated the convenience it offered.
"Am I in the middle of a scandal?" Hermione wondered out loud, while propping her legs at Draco's couch.
"You started it." Draco responded while taking the chair close to her face.
"You fueled it, Malfoy. Don't be pretentious." Hermione responded.
Despite announcing that they are dating, the pair kept their distance. It was easier to say that they are dating rather than in the stage where they're figuring it out.
Silence fell over the pair, when suddenly a smirk graced Draco's face. A cunning idea entered his head. Hermione is oblivious to the blond's expression, as she was facing the tops of her feet.
"Granger, how much did you learn about Quidditch?" Draco questioned.
"Enough to get the fouling reference." Hermione said. Truthfully, she still can't get the hang of it. She might pride herself on research on her clients, but Quidditch or flying in general has never been a strong point for her.
"Are you free now?" Draco asked. Hermione wondered about the question.
Hermione twisted her body to face him. She used one of her shoulders to prop herself up. The loose shirt she was wearing flowed down, exposing her surprisingly dark green bra. Draco's eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Following his eyes, Hermione smirked.
"Eyes up, Ferret." She taunted. Draco doesn't know how to be embarrass though. He simply looked to her face and winked.
"I was just showing my appreciation." Hermione showed no embarrassment. It's her fault for choosing to wear legging and a loose v-neck shirt.
"Consider it accepted." Draco grinned at her words.
"Enough for you to allow me to collect your debt." Draco questioned. Hermione focused on his lips, but heard what he said.
"Debt? I don't recall.." She responded, leaving her sentence hanging.
"Of course, part of our agreement in this tug-o-war is your willingness to date me." Draco said in a matter-of-fairly tone. Hermione grinned. She did agree to go on a couple of dates with him, to humor his fancy. She just forgot how many. She lost count.
"Ah yes, my bribe is my body." Hermione joked. His response was accompanied by a chuckle.
"Your company, love. But if you wish it to be your body, that can be arranged." His eyes roamed her body. His gaze felt hot on her skin.
"Get your head out of the gutter, Malfoy." Hermione scolded but felt no offense. If he wanted to take her, she wouldn't have agreed to their deals. She knows the Chaser has numerous bedmates lined up for himself to bother with her.
"You implied, Granger." He responded with a chuckle. He stood up and extended his hand towards her.
"Come along, Granger. I'll help you change into something more appropriate for this date." He volunteered.
She took his offered hand. It didn't take much for him to lift the girl up. He pulled her to her feet. Hands entwined, he drag her to her room.
"Honestly, Draco. Do I need help dressing up? You seem to like what I wear just fine." Hermione said, while he squinted his eyes at her clothing, or the small pile of clothes in a luggage bag.
"Not when you're living in from your luggage. Where are your other clothes, love?" He wondered.
"If you want to see my lingerie, all you had to do was ask." She jokingly responded.
He smirked. "I don't need to ask. I happen to know you'll share that information automatically."
As he said those words, he let his control lighten, enough to steal a kiss from her sassy mouth.
The kiss had so much promise in it. Heated and slow, there was no audience to pull them back to reality. A moan escape her.
To her shock, he pulled back. "Point proven." He uttered to her lips.
Hermione swatted his arms in defense. The man knew how to shut her up, he'll give him that.
"My clothes happen to be spread out between my realties and my parents." She explained, still wondering why she needed an appropriate outfit.
"I don't know if I should be worried or impressed with you, Granger. No girl travels with less than half her closet." Draco said. His tone gave nothing away to his emotions.
"I learned. So where are you taking me, Mr. Chaser? She asked, while making her way to her luggage. Despite putting an extender to her luggage, she didn't bring much. Some things she needed could be conjured or purchased. She mostly brought attires appropriate for work, formal gatherings and sleeping.
"Do you have anything thicker for your legs? I have certain activities in mind." His voice dropped a few octaves lower, as if he's insinuating nothing but sex. She pushed back a shudder threatening to give way.
"I do. Appropriate top?" She wondered. She would let him do all the planning and just go with it.
"If you have anything that clings to your skin, that would be great. Just wear a sweater over it. Might get cold." Draco explained, while making his way to the door. He already had an idea on what to do for her outfit.
"I'm guessing sneakers would do?" Hermione said, already grabbing them.
"Yes, babe." Hermione did not miss the new nickname he gave her. She heard the sound from outside her borrowed room, but that did not stop the butterflies.
Draco wasn't even aware that he had called by a new pet name. He just shrugged it off and chose to go with whatever was happening.
He rummaged into his closet for his things and got dressed for his plans with the pretty lady temporarily living in his flat. He may be slightly pussy whipped but he can't be because for one thing, they had not touch each other in that way. It's not for the lack of wanting though.
"Granger, I've been standing here for 10 minutes. What the hell are you doing?" Draco called out, while standing in the living room. He was surprised that he got ready faster than her. She was half way dressed, already. Half of him wished, she didn't shed the green bra but she probably did.
"Sorry about that. Got a call from work." She stepped out of the room wearing a large zipped up hoodie over joggers and her sports bra.
Draco took it back, he's happy she changed. His eyes are more than willing to travel the length of her soft body, covered by her sports attire.
He too was dressed in joggers and a hoodie. He patted the front pocket of his hoodie, grateful for the extendable charm on it. It gave nothing away of his plans.
"Are we hiking? Because just so you know, you're too pretty for Azkaban." Hermione said, insinuating that he was taking her out to somewhere secluded to kill her.
"I'm not pretty. In this house, no one is pretty. Not even you." Draco stated. She should have been offended but, this is word play.
"You're beautiful, Granger. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Before she could produce a response, the man held her hand and apparatus her out of the flat.
Hermione gave into the sensation side-apparating with him. Her eyes closed for a moment but when they opened, they were in a small pitch, there was a small stand for viewers. The place was small compared to the monster ones owned by teams. Hermione would know, she spend quite a few meetings searching for an acceptable venue for the World Cup.
"I'm guessing this your property, Mr. Malfoy." She pointed out. His hand was still holding hers. She wondered if he realized that.
"Of course. A Malfoy has to have his things." A smirked graced his lips. He was enjoying their time.
"Why am I here?" Hermione asked, but the point is moot. She knows what the Chaser is planning, but hearing it would make it more real.
"Let's conquer your fear of flying for a moment, sweetheart." Draco said. His grip move to tighten around her hand but she pulled back and ran, to his surprise.
"If you can catch me, Malfoy." Hermione taunted. She knew she couldn't apparate away from the Malfoy grounds on her own. She settled for using her god given feet and legs to run.
"What happened to your Gryffindor bravery, Granger." As he gave her a 30 head second start. He knows he could catch her easily and she knows the same.
"It's way up there with your humility, ferret!" She screamed. The ferret name triggered his legs to run after the laughing brunette.
"Babe, when I catch you, you better be prepared for your punishment!" Draco called loudly. There was no sign of being our breath in his voice from his pace. The same could not be said for the Gryffindor.
"Empty promises, Chaser! Aren't you supposed to be good at this!" Hermione felt her legs buckle from the lack of exercise, but running away from him is fun.
"I am, love." Hermione gasped, the voice came from behind her. She momentarily stopped, but that was a mistake on her part.
It only took a moment for Draco to grasp her legs and swing her up over his shoulders.
"Bloody hell, Draco Malfoy!" She screamed into his back. Draco had the nerve to smile and tap her well-rounded ass who was pressed close to his face.
"There, there, my little lioness. I gave you a fighting chance." Draco pacified her. Her responses was a pinch to his ass, making him flinch with pain and pleasure.
"I hope that hurt." Hermione said. Draco groaned.
"Behave, love. Or this day will be you learning to soar on my bed." He said while stroking her legs.
She shivered at his response. She didn't know whether to encourage him by struggling or struggle to be set free. Her silence gave enough time for the Chaser to grab the trunk, he manage to conjure before running after her. He dragged it effortlessly to the middle of the pitch. He stopped there.
Hermione was turned on by how strong he is. He didn't look the part of a strong man, but once you see him carry himself, and maybe feel him up a bit like she does, she knew that his muscle displayed on his suits and shirts were definitely not fake.
"Are you going to behave, love?" His voice was patient, like he was talking to a child.
"Yes, now put me down so I can get ready for my impending demise." Hermione snapped at him. It only earned her a chuckle from the Chaser.
"Trust me, you'll do just fine. Not going to let shit happen to you." Draco assured her. He let her body slide slowly down the length of his own. The contact made him hot all over.
Hermione felt a tingle at their closeness. The man refused to let her go, despite her feet firmly on the ground. She knew struggling is futile.
"You can let go of me now. I won't run. Promise." She told him. Instead of letting her go like she asked, he opted to tighten his old on her.
"You have a Slytherin streak in you. How can I be sure you won't run again?" Draco whispered close to her ear.
"You can't, but don't tell me you can't chase me down again." She teased, rubbing her hands on him. Thankfully, his hold loosen to allow her to free them.
"I accept your challenge, Granger. I hope you accept mine, as well." Draco stated, letting her go. The lack of contact made her think for a moment, but relaxed upon realizing that Draco was watching her for any signs of fleeing.
"Fine, ferret. Do your worst." She ordered. At her words, Draco smirked.
"First, let's get you suite up." Draco said, referring to her sports bra and jacket. He removed his pull-over, revealing his Puddlemere United jersey. He then pulled out two jerseys from his sweater. One revelead to be his old Slytherin Jersey, while another is a replica of the one he's wearing. He held them out in front of her.
"Choose." He ordered. Hermione raised her brows in question.
"Isn't my clothes to your liking? She asked, throwing her hoodie to his face, to show him her nice sports bra.
"Trust me, Granger. They are but I don't want you cold up there." He said. His tone was gentle. If the chaser as being honest, he really wanted to see her in his jersey, just to see how it would look on her. That's why he insisted on tight clothing.
"Who are you kidding? You just want to see me in your jersey. You're losing your touch, Chaser." Hermione stated. He liked that she sees through his rouse, but he would still insist. After all, a Malfoy gets what he wants.
"Be a good girlfriend and pick already." He pushed. Hermione placed both hand son her hips to lean over to the shirts.
"Girlfriend, huh? I don't recall agreeing to that." She joked, but they both know that in the eyes of the public they are.
"The exact words for you are too long to say." Draco stated, already thinking of choosing one for her.
"Before you give me your Slytherin jersey, let's be matchy. Hand over your Puddlemere jersey." She ordered, hands reaching out for them.
"You're right, let's serve the other one at another time." Draco chuckled.
"Another time meaning, your other version of flying?" She teased him.
"We both know that's also your favorite version of flying." He fired back.
"So many promises, yet no action." Hermione responded, challenge evident in her voice. She still pulled the jersey over her head, smelling his familiar scent in them.
"You are delaying again." He observed. Hermione chose not to reply, instead she watched him get ready.
He bent down to open the trunk, to reveal Quidditch equipment and no broomstick in sight, yet.
"I thought you're teaching me how to fly." Hermione questioned, worry and uncertainty in her voice.
"I am, but I also need to teach you the basic. You're a Quidditch noob, Granger. How can I expect to trust your team with the Cup?" Draco stated. This caused her to chuckle. She couldn't believe the nerve of the Chaser at the moment.
"Did you just use noob in a sentence, Malfoy?" Her expression showed surprise and tease. She didn't realize that he would use that word.
"That's the best word to describe you at the moment. Stop delaying." He scolded. Hermione huffed in response.
Draco chose not to dignify her childishness, instead he pressed the side of the trunk revealing an extendable layer, pulling out a broomstick. He handed one to her, shocking her.
"Are you really teaching me how to ride your broom, Malfoy?" She asked. It was an innuendo. She felt it was the best moment to say it.
Draco chuckled. "Granger, which one?"
His eyes traveled between the broom and his body. That caused, her to laugh. Being playful helped with her nerves.
"I'm afraid that there are two types of flying now. Don't you think so?" Hermione giggled.
"Again, babe. I know you are delaying." Draco stated while gripping her free hand, to rub small circles in them.
"You can ride with me." Draco stated. He lifted her hand, while maneuvering the broom between her legs. His legs followed swiftly. She remained silent, still being eaten by her nerves.
"Relax, love. I can feel your tension." He said, while rubbing his hands around the length of her shoulders. His movement ended in his grip to the broom. He pushed forward, bring her body closer to his. She unconsciously leaned towards him.
"Easy for you to say. What about the balls?" Her sentence was conflicted, trying to distract and delay at the same time.
Draco's hands rubbed her legs, in hopes to assure her. "Which ones?"
The innuendo is clear. She could not help the giggle that escaped her lips. "The one, I might be very fond of."
Draco did not know if she meant his appendage or what. He simply nuzzled his nose into her hair.
"Before you wonder, the snitch. So many memories." She smiled fondly, aware of how her words affected him. She lifted her arms up, to make quick work of tying her hair.
Draco move back to admire her neck. "You seem eager now." He observed.
"Let's get this over with." She ordered, but her voice showed nothing but apprehension. Draco decided not to tease her, instead he opted to gently explain what will happen.
"Okay, love. I am going to kick off. You'd feel the force in your face. You can shut your eyes, if you want. Open them when you feel like we've stabilized. Hold on to the broom, near my hand."
She nodded, following his words and awaiting the impact. She would have preferred to stay behind him for this, but pratically hanging behind him bothered her nerves. She felt them kick off the ground. The force caused her to let out a small scream. A few moments later, she felt them float gently in the air, but refused to open her eyes.
"You're in control of your experience, Granger. Open your eyes, I got you." Draco said from behind her.
Hermione sighed, she slowly opened her eyes. She let out a gasp, amazed by the height as well as the sight around her.
"We're not at the Manor?" She asked, seeing not the manor but a a sizable house.
"Technically, this is Malfoy grounds but I took a piece of the estate to turn it into my home." He explained.
"I didn't take you for the type." She looked around, amazed by the sight. She had to admit, this didn't scare her. The height made her nervous, but bearable.
"Nothing there, yet. I just use the pitch at the moment." He said thoughtfully.
"Figures." She shrugged, feeling more comfortable airborne.
Draco liked that she's easing up the reins. He still didn't dare move his hands away from the broomstick, worried that it would startle her.
"Want to fly around? You can navigate for us." Draco offered. He tested the waters by removing one hand and wrapping it around her waist. He felt her nerves, but she relaxed.
"How do I do that?" She asked c. Her hold on the broom tightened.
"It's like riding a bike, Granger. You lean and steer slightly. My hand will remain there, too help control your motions." She smiled at the reference, that she could understand. She didn't have the natural instincts, like Harry for riding a broomstick but biking she knew.
"I will let the muggle reference slide." She then slowly maneuvered the broom around the pitch. Draco kept them steady. This also assured her that her accidental jerks and leans won't cause them to fall or spiral out of control.
After 30 minutes of flying, she got the hang out of it. Draco found that he felt success in getting her to fly. Something she heard rpoved to be a challenge for everybody.
"I will admit, I think the scarier part is the take off. Shooting up the ground still worries me." She voiced out.
"We can reserve that lesson some other time. For now, give me the reins Granger and I will give you a few rules and about Quidditch." He responded, tightening his grip on the broomstick, as she loosened her own.
"I'd like that, Malfoy." She smiled, referring to him giving her another lessons. Admittedly, as much as she liked being in control of the broomstick. There was something about letting him maneuver them around.
She listened thoughtfully as he explained Quidditch in a more concrete manner. Hermione could not help herself though, she found that the more he speaks, the more she seems to be more in tune to his body. His voice is drowned by her own libido.
"Draco." Her voice sounded more of a moan. At tat, Draco found himself alert and at attention. He'd been pushing down his own wants for a while now but at the sound of her, his emotions surfaced.
"Fuck, Granger. Are you honestly turned on mid-air?" Draco cursed, as the woman leaned back towards him. He tried pushing down thoughts of her writing on the broom, because that was dangerous. He also did not like a certain part of his anatomy being squeezed by the broomstick.
"How about we take this lesson elsewhere?" Draco did not need to be told twice. He landed without warning, but this seems to be not needed as it did not startle her.
"You are dangerous, baby." Draco said caressing her thighs.
"You don't know the half of it." Hermione said to him. The pair got off the broom. Hermione grabbed his face to push her lips to him.
Draco held himself in place, wrapping his hands on her waist, causing the broom to dig on her back.
"Thank you for this." Hermione whispered after pulling back for a moment. This gave him room to bring out his wand to store there things.
"I think I deserve a reward now." Before Hermione could respond, he disappareted to his apartment with Hermione's pressed tightly on his.
This chapter is a little long. It took me a few days to finish this, but I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!
I will be using a lot of Quidditch references throughout the story. If you get confused or you have questions, send me a review or a message HAHAHA and if you want to correct me, that would be great.
I do research for all the Quidditch stuff I make reference to, so help is greatly appreciated.