AN: Ok, I have a few things to say, whether you want to read them or not is up to you. 1) sorry I haven't posted in a while, school finals and speeches and stuff. Very stressful. 2) I just realized how weird this story may seem, with Hermione being all 'sexy' and whatnot, and she's only in 3rd year, so try to imagine that she's much older to make it less pedafile-ish. 3) just for your information, dramione fans, I wanted to share a story with you, that is my absolute favorite of any stories that I've read on here. Its called "Magnetic Attraction" written by ellamalfoy8. If you love this pairing, check out this story- its amazing!! 4)last, but most certainly not least, THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!! YOU GUYS MAKE MY DAY!!!!

Disclaimer: Seriously, I give up on trying to convince you that I don't own harry potter. Think whatever you want.

Chapter 14

Quidditch Pitch, 5:45

The 8 boys were gathered around, looking nervously at one another.

Davies spoke. "Did you all hear about the cat-fight between her and Lavendar Brown? It was pretty intense."

Most of the group nodded. Malfoy smirked. "Were they fighting over Weasely? She can do so much better. I thought that was the point of this whole stupid competition."

"Actually, it is. And we weren't fighting over Ron," said a voice smoothly. Malfoy turned to see Hermione in front of him, smiling slightly. "Lavendar was just, well, let's say less than happy at my transformation. So I told her to bugger off. She didn't take to kindly to that, and we had a minor disagreement." She cocked her head to the side. "Would you be jealous if we were fighting over Ron, Draco?"

Malfoy stared, shocked that she had addressed him by his first name, but he quickly snapped to his senses. "What? No! Why would I?!"

Hermione tried to hide her smile, laughing at his discomfort. But she merely rolled her eyes, then turned to the rest of the group. "So thanks to all you guys for coming back. As I said yesterday, this is going to be a test of skill on a broom. Since this is a competition, the loser of each matchup will not be invited to the next challenge, if you know what I mean. And whoever impressed me the most gets to take me on a date of their choice. Sound good?"

Seeing the boys nod, she sighed, satisfied. "Well then. Let's get started, shall we? First matchup will be Justin against Blaise."

The two boys found each others' eyes. Blaise looked confident and intimidating. Justin looked like he was about to wet his pants.

"Alright. We'll play by these rules:

1) First to score 5 goals on the other wins

2) Contact is allowed, but nothing too harsh (I'll be the judge of that)

3) No attacking anyone for no reason"

The group muttered in agreement, and the two grabbed their brooms from the ground. Justin was pale, but looked back at Hermione with some false bravado. He winked at her, then straddled his broom and kicked off. Blaise quickly followed suit. Circling about 15 feet in the air, Blaise looked down, and was particularly pleased with his vantage point above Hermione. I love her shirt…

Hermione shrugged, guessing what Blaise seemed so preoccupied with. Let him have his fun for now. This should be interesting. Where's Ginny? She should be here by now. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, then smiled, and threw the Quaffle in the air. "GO!!"

Justin shot forward, arms outstretched, but Blaise was faster. He grabbed the ball in his right hand, and punched Justin in the shoulder with his left, almost at the same time. Leaving the unstable boy behind, Blaise flew towards the goalpost with incredible speed, tossing the ball through the tallest one with ease.

"Never played Quidditch, have you Finch-fletchy?" he sneered. "Don't make this hard on yourself. Just give up and you'll be able to walk out of here."

Justin merely glared at him, then exploded forward, aiming for the ball in the leering boy's hands. But Blaise was too fast for him. He flew directly upward, sending the other spinning into empty air, arms outstretched. Laughing, he turned around and scored two more points before Justin even recovered.

"Blaise leads 3-0. C'mon Justin!" Hermione cheered. He doesn't stand a chance, she thought sadly.

But all Justin heard was the girl that he was trying to impress cheering him on. She wants me to win!! I want to go on a date with her so badly….

With new determination, he launched himself towards Blaise, surprising him with his sudden speed. He was so surprised, that he actually dropped the Quaffle, allowing Justin to dive and make a spectacular catch, using his momentum to propel him towards the goal, actually sailing through the shorter one, broom and all.

At this, all non-Slytherins cheered, including Ginny, who had just entered the field. "Who's winning? What'd I miss?"

"Justin just scored his first. Blaise leads 3-1, first match. Where were you?" Hermione informed her friend.

"What do you think? Harry and Ron of course. They're so nosy. Ron didn't seem too interested, but I suspect that was because Lavendar was next to him, and she kicked at Ron every time I mentioned you. I don't think she realized she was kicking me…" said Ginny, wincing.

Hermione just laughed, then applauded when Blaise scored another point. "One more wins it for Blaise!"

Above them, Blaise just grinned, trying to show off with backflips, but not paying much attention to Justin. Bad idea, because he was almost knocked off his broom when Justin came flying past, grabbing the Quaffle from his hands and scoring again. "4-2. Maybe you should pay attention Zabini!"

Blaise just snarled, and lunged at the Quaffle, nearly falling off his broom in the process. "I'll show you, you little…" Justin actually looked scared, vulnerable. The other boy noted this, then smiled and shot towards the scared one. But unlike before, Blaise's eyes weren't on the Quaffle; they were locked on Justin, and he had murder in his eyes.

Justin's eyes widened in shock, beginning to think that he was going to be impaled with Blaise's broom. He spun to the side, hoping to get rid of him, but the Slytherin followed just as quickly. They began racing at impossible speeds, all around the field, Justin genuinely scared for his life, struggling to hold the Quaffle, which was slipping out of his grasp. Finally, it fell.

Blaise immediately abandoned Justin, and caught the ball seconds before it hit the ground, then smoothly evened out, regaining altitude, until he casually tossed the ball through the highest hoop.

Defeated, Justin landed next to Hermione, seemingly on the verge of tears.

"You were wonderful out there," said Hermione, patting him on the shoulder. Then she shrugged. "Oh well! Better luck next time!" and she sent him on his way.

When Blaise landed, smirking arrogantly, he strutted up to Hermione. "Does the victor get a kiss?"

Hermione thought for a moment, then shrugged yet again (AN: I know, she does it a lot, but so do I, so deal with it : ) ). "Why not?" And she pulled him down to her height for a passionate kiss, making him toss the Quaffle over his shoulder so he could wrap his arms around her tightly.

AN: Well, I hope that made up for my lack of posting, at least a little. I don't think each matchup will be this long, so I might just post a chapter saying who won the next few, then writing about the last one. But I don't know yet. And thanks SOOOOOO much for all of the reviews!! I'm at almost 100, which is such a confidence booster! It's interesting, the correlation between reviews and amount of writing that gets done….. hint hint