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Chapter 9:

The night passed as with a blink of an eye and morning dawned early. Hermione woke up, stretching her hands over hear head. She yawned full heartedly and headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

On the way down to breakfast she met Ginny and walked alongside her. They discussed their present lives and the upcoming game. Hermione told her all about how horrible yesterday's detention was. Ginny promised to tamper with Malfoy during the game, yet Hermione said that he wasn't not worth it. After all, beating the Slytherin's while Malfoy was perfectly fine would be much more rewarding.

The girls ate breakfast along with Neville. Harry and Ron were already in the team's locker room, changing. Hermione ate her breakfast as quickly as she could. She wanted to run to the pitch and wish Ron good-luck before the game started. Ginny just said she'd see her in the bleachers and continued talking to Neville.

Hermione walked out on the pitch breathing in the crisp morning air. She spotted Ron immediately; he was stretching along-side of Harry.

"Hey," Hermione said, approaching her friends.

"Hi Mione," Harry greeted her with a smile.

"Hello," said Ron.

"I just came by to wish you good luck," said Hermione sweetly. "I hope you really do beat the Slytherins, because that's what they deserve; besides, it would drive Malfoy insane," she added with a smile.

"We will Hermione, don't worry about it," said Harry, getting to his feet.

"Yeah, if I don't screw up with the goal posts," Ron said nervously.

"I'm sure you wouldn't screw up Ron, you're an amazing goal keeper," Hermione blushed slightly.

"Thanks Hermione," Ron said as the tips of his ears turned red.

"Well, Ginny is waiting for me by the bleachers, so I have to go," said Hermione waving her hand goodbye. "Good luck once again," she added as she made her way to the bleachers.

The game started shortly after, and both Hermione and Ginny were on their feet cheering for their team. Ginny didn't speak to Harry much. She was too upset to talk to him, and was only at the game to support her brother as well as her house.

The game, as all the games versus Slytherin, was very aggressive. Bludgers were flying in every direction possible, and nearly killing half of the students in the air. Harry and Draco kept on flying in each others direction, barley missing each other. The loathing could be felt in the air, and Hermione was sure that everyone sensed it.

The final battle between the two seekers was at forty minutes into the game. It was 100 to 50 in Slytherin's favor, and the Slytherin's on the bleachers had a smug expression on their faces.

Draco and Harry were flying very closely to each other. At one point it seemed like Harry was closer to the snitch, and at the next Draco seemed to catch up. Hermione took out her binoculars and watched as the two enemies fought for the Snitch.

Hermione tried to ignore the "Weasley is our King" chant from the Slytherin side, but found it more disturbing than earlier. The crowd, started getting worked up now that the snitch was seen, were chanting louder than when the Slytherins scored. She decided not to worry her mind with their stupidity and concentrated on the game, muttering "Harry, please catch it," to herself.

Harry saw a bludger heading his way and ducked with his broom, scared to lose the game at the final minutes due to an injury like before. Luckily for him the duck caused his broom to fly faster, and he was able to reach the snitch before Draco arrived.

He held out the snitch, showing it to Malfoy with a smug smile on his face. The smile expressed nothing but "In your face." Draco glared at Harry and flew down as fast as he could; he wanted to get off the pitch without hearing the Gryffindors celebrate.

Hermione jumped up and squealed in joy. She and Ginny looked at each other when Harry caught the snitch and hugged each other, while jumping and yelling "We won!" They ran down the bleacher stairs; the Gryffindor team was now on the grass, celebrating their victory, and the girls wanted to join their celebration.

"A party in the Common Room!" Dean Thomas declared as he left for the kitchens. He went to retrieve some snacks, cakes, and pumpkin juice. He knew Ron would take care of the sweets and butterbeers.

Thirty minutes later, the Gryffindor common room was louder than ever. Music blasted, butterbeer bottles were thrown on the floor, and most of the students were talking loudly about the match. Hermione sat in a secluded corner along with Ron. They haven't really exchanged a word besides "good game" and "thank you," and Hermione wished she could have found a way to break the ice.

"So do you have to go to detention today too?" asked Ron, ending their long silence.

"Yeah," said Hermione, looking a little upset.

"It sucks that you have to go on weekends as well. I swear I would have killed Malfoy that day, if not for his cronies," said Ron, getting upset.

"I know Ron, but don't get upset over him right now. You should be happy you won the game and celebrate," replied Hermione.

"Yeah, Malfoy would sure be upset over it," Ron said, an evil smile finding its way to his lips.

"I know," said Hermione, giggling.

"So," Ron said looking at her.

"So?" she asked.

"Do you want me to walk you to detention?" Ron answered with a question.

"You don't have to Ron. Just enjoy the party, I'm sure it'll still be alive when I come back," said Hermione, getting up from her chair.

Ron followed suite and got up, walking her to the portrait hole.

"Let me know if he upsets you," said Ron, taking her hand in his.

"I will," said Hermione, kissing his cheek.

Ron's ears got red at the tips, as he smiled at her. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you?" he asked.

"Positive," she replied, making her way out of the portrait hole.

Hermione walked into detention and noticed Malfoy was late. She handed McGonagall her wand, and headed for her seat. Now that they didn't have their wands, McGonagall charmed the Seer to show the pictures and the information they needed on it's own. In a way Hermione was grateful that McGonagall took their wands away; they didn't really need them, yet she felt safer knowing Draco was disarmed. After all, if he tried to kill Dumbledore, what wouldn't he try?

Draco arrived to detention ten minutes late and in the worst spirits Hermione had ever seen him. He took a seat by her, glaring at her, and later at the Seer. Hermione felt awkward sitting next to him still. Although she should have gotten used to it by now, she couldn't help but feel his energy bump in against hers.

They worked in silence; Draco didn't open his mouth because he knew it would open up a can of worms regarding the match. And that was the last thing he wanted to discuss at the moment. He had enough of Pansy's "comfort talk" he couldn't talk about the game anymore.

Detention passed slower than ever that day. Draco was upset about the game, and Hermione was scared to say a word. She knew that his current state was similar to a hungry lion's. He would jump on the first prey his eyes caught, and Hermione didn't want to be that poor animal.

She made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, after what seemed to be the longest detention yet. Once she arrived by the common room, she saw that most of the students were asleep on either the couches or the armchairs.

She was half way to her dorm when she heard muffled sobs. She turned around to see where the cries were coming from. At first she couldn't find anyone, but the sobbing didn't' stop. Although it was a soft cry, Hermione heard it as loud as if it was under her ear.

After a few more seconds of searching, Hermione found whom she was looking for. The girl was curled up in the corner of the common room. Her knees were brought to her chest, and her head was lowered. Her hands were curled around her ankles, and her back was shaking as the tears flowed down her pretty face.