"Professor Granger! It is a rare treat indeed to see you in the stands." Professor Slughorn greeted Hermione enthusiastically.

"I felt I should show support to my house. After all, we are playing Slytherin." Hermione grinned as she joined Professor Slughorn and Neville Longbottom, who had long since taken up the post as Professor of Herbology and was currently Head of Gryffindor House.

"I thought you hated Quidditch, Hermione," Neville inquired.

"I don't hate Quidditch. I just don't find it particularly stimulating. But I am a professor now, and a Gryffindor alumna. It doesn't hurt to show some school spirit every now and then."

Professor Slughorn agreed, "Indeed it does not m'dear. And may the best team win. Which of course will be Slytherin."

Neville rolled his eyes. "Horace, do you really want to engage in a battle of trash talk with a Gryffindor?"

Professor Slughorn chuckled. "House rivalry aside, Slytherin has a fine team this year. Best Seeker since Draco Malfoy."

Hermione felt her ears turn pink at the mention of Draco. Wherewas he, by the way? She looked around the box and was surprised to see, in addition to many Hogwarts faculty, there were many donors who had come to show their support for one of the two rival teams. Unfortunately, none of them were Draco.

"Looking for someone, Hermione?" Neville asked.

Hermione quickly turned her head to face Neville. "Not at all. I just never realized how many donors came to see the games."

Professor Slughorn nodded his head, "There is no game that draws quite so much donor support as the Gryffindor/Slytherin match. Unless of course the two happen to be playing in the final match. And speaking of Slytherin support, Mr. Malfoy how wonderful to see you here!"

Hermione turned quickly to find the handsome blond ex-Slytherin grinning as he took Professor Slughorn's hand to shake it. She had to pinch herself to keep from staring at him.

She had never seen him look so casual. Rather than his usual robes, he wore a pair of dark denims and a hunter green button down with the sleeves slightly rolled up. His white blond hair was so sexily disheveled Hermione couldn't help but fantasize about running her hands through that perfect head of hair. Despite the Muggle attire, he was the most Slytherin-looking thing Hermione had ever laid eyes on.

Needless to say, she wished they could skip the game so she could take him back to her dorm and ride him until neither of them could see straight.

"Professor Longbottom," Draco addressed Neville with cordial formality, despite the fact that he was a ruthless bully towards him in school.

"Malfoy." Neville didn't seem too keen on speaking with Draco at any length, considering that this was the man who used to hex his shoelaces together when they were eleven.

Draco turned to Hermione. "Professor Granger. Wonderful to see you again." Other than the corner of his lips quirking upwards slightly at addressing Hermione, his face remained the epitome of Slytherin composure and etiquette.

Hermione however, was not so cool. She couldn't fight the flush on her cheeks upon being greeted by the delicious man. "Mr. Malfoy. Won't you join us?"

Draco ignored the slight grimace on Neville's face at Hermione's request, and accepted graciously. "I'd be delighted."

He sat on Hermione's other side, away from Neville. As he brushed by she could smell the clean heat of his cologne, thereby adding to the ever-growing whopper of a list of things about the man that seemed to leave an impression in her knickers. He sat close enough where she felt self-conscious of every breath she took. Surely he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Draco bit the inside of his jaw to keep from groaning at how much he wanted to kiss Hermione. She was so beautiful, with her snug-fitted crimson jumper that hugged those curves in the most brilliant way…just enough to tease. As he sat next to her he attempted to adjust his trousers, as he couldn't help but catch a whiff of her erection-inducing perfume as he tucked into the seat next to her. Her skin looked so smooth, it seemed to be begging for him to stroke it. Why did he think it would be a good idea for them to go to a Quidditch game at Hogwarts together? This was their third date and he bloody well wanted to snog!

He settled for leaning in just enough to whisper so only she could hear. "Be prepared to endure my quips later. After Slytherin beats Gryffindor into the ground I'll be absolutely impossible."

A small grin fluttered across her face. "You've always been impossible. And when Gryffindor wins, I'll be certain to return the favor."

Draco bit his lip to push down the smirk which treacherously fought to play on his lips. His voice was a husky whisper, "I can't wait." He dropped his hand to the side and brushed her hand with his knuckles, sending shock waves through his body at the minor physical contact.

Hermione was fairly certain she would not live through this game. Draco Malfoy's sexy voice and his hand touching hers would surely melt her into a puddle right there in the stands like the Wicked Witch of the West. When he ran his knuckles across her hand she felt a jolt of electricity-like sensations crawling up her spine and down her abdomen. Get. It. Together. All he did was touch your hand and you damn near had an orgasm.

Neville glanced out of the corner of his eye to find both Hermione and Draco wearing similar pained expressions on their flushed faces, their eyes glassy and pupils blown wide. He briefly wondered if they had been hexed, until he saw Malfoy run the back of his hand against Hermione's. His eyes widened slightly and he shook himself. Maybe he had been hexed because there was no way he had really seen that.

He chanced another glance and saw that the pair were sitting with their thighs touching. Both seemed to be breathing slightly heavier than normal. Neville rolled his eyes at the two fully-grown hormonal adults each trying and failing to hide their obvious interest in the other. He chuckled slightly.

"Something funny, Neville?" Professor Slughorn asked.

Neville shook his head and addressed his colleague and fellow House Head. "I was just thinking, Horace. We teach teenagers for a living. I wonder if it's possible for us to ever really grow up."


Scorpius sat in the stands between Albus and Simon wearing a slight scowl. He didn't really like Quidditch, but he'd be flayed by his housemates if he didn't go to the Gryffindor/Slytherin game.

It was so stupid. Quidditch. Just another way for Gryffindors and Slytherins to bully each other. And the Gryffindors were total prats about all the famous witches and wizards who they've had in their house.

Like that Rose Weasley. Always prancing around the castle with her nose in the air because her father was a bloody war hero. What made her so special? Albus's dad was Harry Potter and he didn't go around bragging about it. He remembered how earlier this year when she made Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team she was absolutely unbearable. Going on and on about how her Aunt Ginny was one of the best Chasers the Holyhead Harpies had ever had. It's like…yeah…I know. Again…that's Albus's mum. Stupid Rose Weasley and her stupid red hair. Always raising her hand in class answering every damned question the professors throw at her.

And don't even get him started on Albus's brother. James Potter, the Gryffindor King. In Scorpius's opinion he was the worst bully in the entire school. He never missed an opportunity to pick on the Slytherins. What made the Gryffindors so great anyway?

"Alright there, mate?" Albus turned to his scowling friend.

Scorpius shook his head. "Just don't want to be here."

"What does your dad say about you not liking Quidditch?" Albus asked.

"Nothing really. He doesn't seem to care much. He taught me to fly and I like that just fine, but Quidditch is bloody boring."

Albus's eyes shot up into his hairline. "You're lucky. My dad was a right tosser when I told him I didn't like Quidditch. Bought me a Firebolt 3000 for my birthday this year. I haven't even taken it out of the box yet."

Simon and Scorpius looked at him with twin expressions of incredulity. Simon spoke up, "Mate. If you don't want the thing, give it to me. I'll fucking ride it."

Scorpius interjected. "Yeah, or me. I'm his best friend."

Simon rolled his eyes. "Theboth of you have rich daddies. I'm a bloody peasant. You can at least throw me your scraps."

Albus spoke evenly with an unblinking expression. "I'm contemplating using it to clean my room. It has excellent fiber distribution for picking up dust."

Simon shook his head. "Albus, has anyone ever told you that you are the fucking weirdest person on Merlin's green earth?"

Albus nodded. "Many times."

"AND HERE COMES THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM WITH THEIR NEW CHASER, ROSE WEASLEY! SURE TO BE A PROMISING NEW TALENT FOR GRYFFINDOR. THAT GIRL'S GOT QUIDDITCH IN HER BLOOD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

Scorpius rolled his eyes and brought his Omnioculars to his face. He'd bet anything that prissy little chit looked smug as hell right now.Not that he wanted to watch her or anything, but I mean…come on! Scorpius scanned the air at the Gryffindor team wearing identical unmistakably self-important sneers. So bloody typical.

He also saw… Wait. What the fuck? Scorpius brought the Omnioculars from his face.

Albus and Simon shifted their attention to him. He looked like he had been hit with a Body Binding Curse. His eyes were widened, he had ceased blinking, and he was slightly slack jawed.

Albus nudged him. "Mate, we all know you're secretly in love with Rose and all, but there's no fucking way she looks good in Gryffindor Quidditch robes. I mean the red hair alone—"

"No, you git. Look! Over at the Faculty and Donor stands. What do you see?"

Scorpius handed him the Omnioculars. Albus scanned the stands. "Well, let's see. There's Sluggy. He's fucking drunk, as per usual. There's Professor Longbottom with his manly eyebrows. God I wish I had 'um. And there's…oh hohoho! Is that your Dad? Sitting with Professor Granger? My, my, my that is interesting."

Simon clamored to take hold of the Omnioculars. "Let me see! Hand 'um here, Albus!" He brought the device to his face and Scorpius turned as white as a sheet as Simon's face broke into a slow, wide grin. "Still want to tell us your dad isn't shagging Professor Granger?"

Scorpius shook his head in disbelief, "He can't be. There's no way." There wasn't much conviction behind this postulation. He was mainly trying to convince himself.

Simon smirked. "Right. That's why he keeps smiling at her. And justlook at that blush on Professor Granger. Oh, they've definitely fucked."

Albus put a hand on Scorpius's shoulder. "Look on the bright side, Scorp. They're not shagging right this very second."

Scorpius turned to Albus with a very Malfoy-looking scowl on his face. "How exactly is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Albus shrugged. "I didn't say it would make you feel better. I just said it was the bright side."

Simon continued to observe the couple. "Oh Merlin, he's tucking her hair behind her ear. Now he's whispering something in her ear. Scorpius, you lucky bastard, you are going to have a very yummy new mummy."

Scorpius punched Simon in the arm. "Shut it you prat! They're not shagging!"

Albus narrowed his eyes and cocked his head sideways. "Exactly. They're watching a friendly game of Quidditch together. This is part of the not-shagging."

Scorpius quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

Albus rolled his eyes. "Merlin you are shite with girls, aren't you? I guess I shouldn't be surprised with that letter you sent to Professor Granger. You can't just jump in and shag a girl. You've got to woo them. Ease into it. The 'not-shagging' is what you do with girls first so you can get to the shagging part. Your dad is a fucking artist at that by the looks of it. The casual touching, the whispers in her ear. Looks like he's making her laugh a lot too."

Scorpius narrowed his eyes. "So does that mean…?"

Albus nodded. "After the game he's going to shag her brains out."

Simon quirked an eyebrow at Albus. "How do you know all this stuff about girls, Al? Girls don't like you at all."

Albus nodded absent-mindedly. "I read a lot of erotica. My mum keeps loads of smutty books all over the house. I can tell you in great detail how to make a thirty-year-old woman come. But only in theory. In reality, I think I would faint if I even saw a girl's bra strap."

Scorpius had long stopped following the conversation. He couldn't get Albus's words out of his head. After the game he's going to shag her brains out. He was going to be sick. He was going to call Ralph right there in the Quidditch stands. Right over the fifth year Slytherin girls. It was going to be humiliating and afterwards their boyfriends would beat the living shit out of him, but he was going to do it.

He couldn't believe his dad. It was inconceivable that his father, the person he looked up to more than anyone else in the world, was going to steal the woman of his son's dreams. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. Not until he saw it with his own eyes.