I'm not that Bad

I'm not that Bad

Chapter 25

Realisation

"I swear, if I wasn't trying to fix you, you would so be fucking flint wood right now, you stupid toothpick!" Blaise yelled at the cabinet, kicking it in frustrating but stubbing his toe in the process. He was now hopping on one foot while holding his splintered thumb.

Blaise looked up as the door opened. Draco had just entered. He looked paler and thinner every time Blaise saw him, it hurt Blaise to see his best mate like this; heartbroken and stressed.

"Hey babe, where have you been all this time?" Blaise said smiling, trying to suck out the splinter in his aching thumb.

"Hey." He said putting on a small smile.

Poor fella…

"…I had to—uh help these two first years find there way to the Entrance Hall…for the Quidditch match and all…ran into Potter aswell, lots 'o' fun there…" He sighed sadly and made his way over to the old and torn sofa, sitting down and looking at the floor.

Blaise looked at his friend. He knew exactly what and who was on his mind.

"Never in a million years…" Blaise said to himself.

Draco looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Uhh…come again?"

Blaise smirked at his friend and made his way over next to him and sat down. Draco still looking at his friend. Blaise finally turned his head and looked into his friends icy-grey eyes.

"Never in a million years mate…had I thought I would ever see you head over heels for a gal." Blaise smiled his warm friendly smile only Draco ever sees. "She must be something special."

"She's everything Blaise…I love her." Draco said, looking at his friend his eyes going red.

"Go to her."

Draco looked at Blaise with a face of question. Blaise chuckled and pat his friend on the back. "If you lover her mate…go to her."

YEAH! FUCK BRAINSTORMING! GO TO HER MATE!!

"But what if—"

"Just go you dolt!" Blaise said with a cool smirk.

Blaise could see Draco's eyes move rapidly as he thought everything over all in his head. Draco finally stood up with his fists clenched with confidence. He nodded his head and looked at Blaise with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah I will go!"

"Well?...why are you standing around here—go, go, go son!!" Blaise said, standing up and pushing Draco towards the door.

Draco left the room and looked back at Blaise who was now leaning against the door with his arms crossed and a huge grin spread across his face. Draco smiled at his friend and took off towards the Quidditch Pitch.

Blaise watched his friend reel around the corner at the end of the corridor, still smiling to himself.

"Oh I rock! Move over cupid, here comes Zabini and his arrows of looove, damn I'm good."

Draco raced from across the school to the Entrance Hall, not caring for who was in the way and with only one thing, one person on his mind. As Draco neared the huge great Oak doors of the Entrance Hall, he heard someone shriek his name form the Great Hall. Draco turned his head and saw non-other than Pansy Parkinson racing towards him. Draco skidded to a halt to stop himself from running into Pansy, who had ran ahead of him and was now looking at him fluttering her eyebrows. Draco sighed.

"Didn't you see I was in a hurry?" Draco said walking towards her.

"To get where? To the Quidditch match? Oh you boys and your Quid—"

"Yes, yes that's all good and all, now stand aside." Draco said, getting annoyed now.

"Whats the magic word…Drakey?" She said, not budging from the doorway.

"I'm not in the mood Pansy."

"Do I get something in return?" She said trying to look innocent.

Draco sighed. He walked up to Pansy and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her towards him. Draco did a spin and dipped her down, her hair flung back to the marble floor. Their faces were only inches from each others.

"You've been waiting for this haven't you?" Draco said still with annoyance in his voice.

"Oh Drakey, you can't believe how long I've been waiting for this moment between you and I." She said inching her face closer. She closed her eyes and felt his warm breath blowing gently against her neck. She opened her eyes again meeting his. Draco moved his head closer to hers, his bottom lip touching hers, both their mouths parted.

"Pansy…I'm sorry."

"It's alright Draco…I forgive you for everything."

"No Pansy…Im' sorry…but you're just not my type, matter of fact…your actually no ones type, sorry." With that, Draco let go of her and watched her fall to the floor, he couldn't help but smile. He quickly turned on his heel and bolted out the door.

Draco shook his head in disgust and mentally slapped himself fifty times.

Yeah right! Sorry Parkinson but you just couldn't get the hint!

Draco looked ahead and saw the Quidditch Pitch ahead. He didn't care who saw or how people would react but when he finally pulls Hermione into his arms once again he will lay his lips onto hers and would never part.

Hermione and Ginny both made their way towards the Quidditch Pitch straight after breakfast that morning, Ginny thought it would be great to have some early flight practice before the match against Hufflepuff and she had asked Hermione to go with her.

Both girls walked along in silence. Ginny turned her head towards Hermione and looked at her friend. She hadn't spoken to her since breakfast or even during the walk to the Pitch. She hasn't been able to concentrate on work or anyone ever since he left her. Ginny knew Hermione still loved him and she knew that he still loved her greatly. Ginny couldn't keep it in anymore. She stopped on the spot and turned to Hermione. Hermione stopped and looked at Ginny with her eyebrows furrowed in question.

THIS IS DRIVING ME INSANE!!

"Arrgghh! I can't take it anymore!" Ginny yelled dropping her broom to the ground and grabbing Hermione by the shoulders.

"Ginny, what are you doing?"

"HE LOVES YOU HERMIONE!! HE ALWAYS HAS!!" Ginny yelled shaking Hermione softly.

Hermione knew who she was talking about. She lowered her head and looked at the ground below. A tear fell from her eye. Ginny embraced her in a long hug.

"Oh Mione." Ginny said stroking her hair. Ginny's eyes started to water, she laughed at herself. "Look what you've done to me Hermione!" Hermione laughed along with Ginny.

Ginny finally let go of her friend and looked at her. She had a small smile on her face. Hermione finally spoke.

"But Gin…how…how do you know?"

Ginny looked at Hermione and gave a dubious smile. "That doesn't really matter—what matters is that he still loves you—a lot!" Ginny said, picking up her broom and now leaned on it. "And you know he still loves you Mione." Hermione gave a small smile and looked down at the ground again.

"I haven't spoken to him since the day Gin, we don't even do rounds with each other anymore, we don't talk…he cant even look at me…I miss him." Hermione touched the bracelet that hung around her wrist. It shown beautifully in the sun, it brought a smile to her face. "…I love him Gin."

"It doesn't take a genius to see Hermione." She smiled at her friend put her hand on her shoulder. She looked up at her best friend, her fiery hair glowing in the sunlight. Hermione looked back at the castle. More people had started coming down to the Pitch to watch the game. "So much for flight practice." Ginny said, sighing at the sight of people coming towards them.

"Look we'll talk more about this after the game, ok?" Ginny asked Hermione smiling. Hermione nodded, smiling back at her friend.

"Good luck against Hufflepuff Gin."

"Don't worry, I'll humiliate Zacharias Smith so bad, he won't show his face around the castle again.

Both girls laughed and made their way to the Pitch.

"How could you have dropped the Quaffle Weasley!?" McLaggen yelled at Ginny who had just lost the Quaffle to Cadwallader; who had just scored a point for Hufflepuff. Ginny heard Harry yell at McLaggen but couldn't make out what he said cause she had the Quaffle and was now racing down the Pitch with her boyfriend, Dean Thomas, who was also on the team.

"Ginny pass it my way!" She heard him call to her.

"I got this Dean!" she called back and than soared upwards, making two Hufflepuff players crash into each other. She threw the Quaffle and just scored ten points for Gryffindor.

Demelza Robins had just instantly stolen the Quaffle from Smith and scored another ten points instantly. Both players gave each other a well deserved high-five. The game continued with Cadwallader scoring another for Hufflepuff which tied up the game. The game had gone on, the score now Seventy—Forty to Hufflepuff. Ginny stopped in her tracks and looked back at the Gryffindor goal posts when she heard Luna; who was commentating, say that McLaggen had one of the beaters bats. Sure enough there he was with Peakes's bat. Dean had just scored for Gryffindor and zoomed past Ginny smiling broadly. Harry had come down to yell at McLaggen but got a face full of Peakes's bat which was swung stupidly by McLaggen.

Harry went backwards off his broom and plummeted to the ground below, crimson flowing from his face.

Draco pushed past scores of Gryffindor, the only green and silver amongst the red and gold. There was not one Gryffindor who did not stop and glare at Draco. Some even pushed him. Draco didn't care. He was there for one person only.

He looked across the sea of red and gold trying to find any trace of her.

This is madness!!

Then he saw it, her brown hair being blown rapidly in the wind. Draco stood still as he saw her face. She was happy, cheering. Draco couldn't help but smile at the sight. He had missed her warm and beautiful smile, her long, soft and rose smelling hair. He had missed her.

Then she saw him. Her warm smile faded as she stared on at him in disbelief. Draco continued to smile at her amongst the crowd. Her smile came back to her face as she looked at him. He knew it. She knew it. They both still loved each other. Then suddenly the crowd veered in pain. Both Hermione and Draco looked towards the Pitch. Harry had been hit square in the face by one of his own players, McLaggen.

There were laughs and there were gasps at what happened next. Ginny Weasley had abandoned Dean Thomas who had the Quaffle and soared towards McLaggen. Draco couldn't help but laugh at the sight, as Ginny jumped from her broom hurling herself at McLaggen, tackling him off of his broom and the both fell towards the ground; Ginny pulling his hair and laying in as many punches and jabs as she could, the commentary from Luna Lovegood didn't help the subject whatsoever but made Draco laugh even harder. The game stopped for only a moment as everyone watched Ginny tear into McLaggen like a rag doll. Even madam Hooch didn't bother to break it up. Draco's smiled faded as he looked to a lifeless lump that was Harry Potter. He still lay motionless at the spot were he fell, his face covered with blood. Then he heard a scream from somewhere amongst the Gryffindor grandstand.

"Someone help Harry!!" Draco turned his head to see that it was Hermione who had yelled out the words and was now pushing her way through the crowd to get down to the Pitch were Harry lay.

Everybody snapped back into realisation and remembered that there was a game going on.

Ginny threw McLaggen aside and rushed towards Harry kneeling down beside him. Hagrid, Hermione and McGonagall had already reached Harry and were now talking amongst themselves of what to do next. Draco knew he couldn't tell Hermione now, not yet. He retreated from the Gryffindor grandstands.

Hermione rushed onto the Pitch and knelt down beside an unconscious Harry. Harry's eyes were closed and his nose was disfigured, there was blood everywhere. It was all over his face, his Quidditch robes and the grass he lay on. His glasses were broken and shattered. Hermione looked up just in time to see Ginny lay one final punch into McLaggen's jaw before leaving him as bloodied as Harry or from what Hermione can see. Ginny came and knelt down besides Hermione.

"We gotta get Harry back to the castle!" Ginny said, seeing the crimsoned face Harry.

McGonagall nodded and turned to Hagrid. "Could you carry Potter, back up to the castle and to the hospital wing?"

"Yea' o course!"

"I'm coming to." Hermione said to both of them.

"Alright, but do not expect Madam Pomfrey to let you stay, but you can assist Hagrid in bringing him to the castle."

"I'm coming too!" Ginny said standing up. McGonagall rose with her.

"I don't think so Ms. Weasley. You are to report to my office this instant."

"But?...but, why?" Ginny said confused.

McGonagall cleared her throat and pointed to a quivering figure that lay behind her.

"Oh…alright then." Ginny said, stomping off the Pitch with her broom swung over her shoulder.

Hagrid rose slowly with Harry cradled in his massive arms. Hermione rose with him and began to walk with him off the Pitch. She just remembered something. Rather someone. She turned on the spot and looked towards the Gryffindor grandstand, searching for Draco. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Was he really there?

Of course he was! Go find him!

But Harry?

Go with Harry first than go and find him.

"Hermione! You comin'?" She heard Hagrid call.

She nodded to Hagrid and took one more final glance at the Gryffindor grandstands before leaving.

He was there, she knew he was. He was smiling. Hermione couldn't help but smile to herself as she remembered all the times that Draco had ever smiled at her before.

A/N: Hey guys!! I hope you like this one; it's longer than the last one that seemed to be the only problem for the last one. I hope you guys liked it. Personally I don't think the ending or the Quidditch match was any good. But still I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I can only guess what your favourite part was……whack! (as she hits the floor) but hey I could be wrong, everyone could have other favourite parts. Lol im rambling now. If it wasn't long enough please just tell me.

Disclaimer: Yeah…don't own Harry Potter…but I do own this story : )