I'm back! Here's the next chapter! I start school on Thursday 8th :( so it's going to be pretty hard for me to update so much all the time.
I think in this chapter, all you feminists will like this. A LOT.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. IT ALL BELONGS TO JK ROWLING.
The tension between Draco and Hermione had died down during the next 2 days. She had completely ignored him, not looking at him in classroom, glancing at him at mealtimes or even mentioning him at all.
And all Draco did was sit there and wonder. Wonder what she had put inside of him that he couldn't get hold off. It sounded cheesy but that's all it was. Not even quidditch could get his mind off of it.
"Hey Draco, mate. Are you going to eat that? You need to eat something, bro…" Blaise pushed his goblet of pumpkin juice towards him "Go on, drink and eat something"
Draco scowled him and got up to leave the table, but Pansy yanked on his arm, staring up at him furiously "Are you kidding, Draco? You can't go now we've got the match in an hour- Slytherin versus Ravenclaw, remember?"
And so he sat back down. He knew for a fact that Hermione would interest herself in the library rather than going out all the way to the pitch just to see the Slytherin seeker fly on his broom.
When breakfast had ended, heavy rain broke out all around the castle and hills. The sky was a daunting shade of grey and the grounds were covered in large patches of rain that looked like miniature lakes.
When the clock struck 11:00 many of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students (that were involved with the match) stood up, leaving their breakfasts, and left the great hall to go and get ready. Draco remained at the table sipping on pumpkin juice.
"Oh for merlin's sake…" Theo sighed "Draco, get off your arse and hurry up we need to go!"
"I couldn't give a shit about today's game…." Draco replied, pushing scrambled eggs off the side of his plate.
"You're the seeker! You're one of the best chances we've got to winning, now get up and come on!"
"Get someone else to be seeker today or something…" he replied carelessly.
Blaise and Theo's face lit furiously. Blaise leaned down and yanked on his shoulder as hard as he could.
"Goddamn it, Blaise! What the fuck was that for?"
"There is only one seeker. And that seeker is you. Now get off your rich ass and hurry up!"
He really had no choice but to get up and hurry on his way with Pansy crawling by his side.
On the Gryffindor table, Hermione was trying as hard as she could not to glance at him over her shoulder.
(Song: Orbital Halcyon Radio edit)
The rain was stopping the Ravenclaw quidditch team from scoring in the game, most of the time. Two beaters had been knocked towards a stall by a gust of wind and another had complained about the cold weather. A chaser started to argue that he was gonna catch a cold while the Ravenclaw seeker was too busy trying to find the snitch through the rain.
Draco had his goggles on, and zoomed through the rain the second his saw an ounce of gold fly past him, leaning off his broom he turned to the right and circled a Gryffindor stall, catching a glimpse of a few familiar Gryffindor faces cheering on certain players.
Draco circled the Gryffindor stall and then shot off into the air, where the snitch was heading towards, what seemed- the atmosphere. The rain started to beat on his pale cheeks- until they had become raw. The Ravenclaw seeker was halfway through the air when he suddenly went out of breath and fell through the sky. He regained his balance and flew down to the pitch in the hopes that the snitch would come back down.
And to no one's surprise- the snitch had literally turned around and went back down the pitch in the speed of light.
Draco huffed and shot his broom the other way- heading towards the pitch once again. He zoomed past a few Slytherin chasers but soon lost vision of the golden ball.
"Oh for god's sake…" he snapped, looking left and right, up and down, and saw nothing. Hovering for a few seconds he looked down and saw Pansy and a few Slytherin cheerleaders (who were covered in complimentary green jackets) and shivering.
He hovered more towards the north side of the pitch, and his eyes were caught on two students running down the long flight of stairs in the stall. He bent down slightly and rubbed his goggles to get a better view, and couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Hermione and Ron standing at the bottom of the field, soaking wet, screaming and shouting at each other.
"Draco, mate!" Blaise screamed from afar. Draco tore his eyes from the arguing Gryffindor's and saw his best friend point sharply towards the sky. His eyes followed and saw the snitch suspended in mid-air, like it was teasing him or something.
He gripped on the edge of his fireboat and went up, sticking his arm out to catch the snitch. The Ravenclaw seeker had caught on to what he was doing and shot up in seconds to try and reach for the snitch before he could.
At the bottom of the pitch, Hermione was shouting at Ron for trying to kiss her in the middle of the game.
"I thought it was what you wanted, Hermione!" he shouted through the bursts of heavy rain.
"I didn't want anything, Ron!" Hermione replied "I didn't want to be kissed by anyone and I certainly didn't want to come to this game either!"
"So why did you, then? Lead me on like this…!"
"I did no such thing! YOU kissed ME!" Hermione hissed back, stepping through the mud and grass she strutted angrily away from him. Ron being himself, followed her.
"Mione wait!"
"Do NOT!" She snapped at him, turning around, pointing her finger at his chest "Call me that! I HATE that name, and if you were truly my friend, you would know that!"
"I want to be more than friends, Hermione please…listen to me!"
"No Ron I don't want to listen to anyone I've had it with guys in this school you're all the same!"
Ron paused. "What guys? You mean Malfoy?"
"I've…said too much…" Hermione muttered and began to walk on. Ron grabbed her wrist and held her back.
"Ouch Ron, you're hurting me!"
"DRACO MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS!" Lee Jordan screamed from the microphone, the Ravenclaw cheerleaders threw their purple and silver pom-poms on the floor and began to sulk. The Slytherin cheerleaders grabbed their pom poms and ran out into the pitch, kicking their legs up and cheering for their team.
Hilariously, Millicent Bullstrode tried to do a herky in the middle of a muddy field, slipped on the glass and fell on her bum.
Hermione shoved Ron off her and walked across the pitch, in front of everyone, not caring to the exit to the quidditch pitch. Ron chased after her.
"Ronald Weasley stop following me!" she shouted back at him.
"Hermione just stop and let me explain!"
"I've let you explain for months about what you did! I forgave Lavender because I like her and I even forgave you even though you continue to be a COMPLETE PRAT!"
A roar of cheer was hearing from the Slytherin house- Hermione's attention was caught elsewhere while someone on a broom zoomed dangerously close to her- missing her by her attention was caught to the Slytherin quidditch team cheering on a not- bothered Draco Malfoy, Ron took this as his chance to 'change her mind' running to her, grabbing the back of her head and yanking her forward, into a forceful kiss.
Draco looked down, expecting to see Slytherin cheerleaders praising him in every way, and saw Hermione and Ron kissing. He growled angrily and every part of his body that contained his magical blood boiled. His eyes narrowed while grabbing the side of his goggles with one hand, ripped them off his face and threw them to the ground.
"Draco what's wrong?" Goyle shouted from afar. Draco ignored his concern and shot off the pitch, everyone's gaze followed his as a gust of wind flew past Ron and Hermione- where he had just took off from, as Hermione pushed Ron off.
"Get...off…ME!" Hermione tried to push him off but he tried to kiss her again. It was like he was trying to force her to kiss him back. So Hermione did the only thing she knew would throw him off her.
Hermione raised her right hand, balled it into a fist and punched him right across the face.
Sudden gasps were heard from across the stalls, of all houses. With a crunch sound and Ron swearing, he fell to the floor. Blood tricked off Hermione's knuckles, and she looked down at her now former boyfriend and friend.
As teachers ran onto the pitch frantically, she wiped his blood on her jumper and ran towards the quidditch pitch exit.
Oh what a day this had been- and it wasn't even lunchtime.