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Chapter 7

"Where the bloody hell were you just now Malfoy? We were just about ready to send Gudgeon in your place!" O'Kelly boomed as Draco approached the pregame circle, Hermione arriving before him. Beater Ritchie Coote and chaser Bogomil Levski exchanged quick glances, eying the pair with suspicion before giving a knowing grin. Draco caught the exchange and his face turned pale shade of white, more than one would have thought possible for a Malfoy before growing red with rage.

"You got something to say Levski?" Draco had moved himself to the middle of the circle, bring his face up close to Bogomil's. Giving a half laugh and wiping his hand across his mouth, Bogomil stepped up to meet Draco.

"Some of us are here to vin a game, vomen are for after ve vin." Hermione's eyes went wide when she realized what Bogomil was implying but before she could open her mouth to set him straight, Draco had lunged forward, right fist cocked back, taking a jab at Bogomil's jaw. The crowd roared as the fight was broadcasted up on two large, magical floating screens located on each end of the pitch. Chaser Rhys Craggy grabbed Draco, trying to pull him off of Bogomil while it took both Ritchie and Dillion to keep Bogomil from taking a swing of his own towards Draco's face.

Hermione, wide eyed, stared in shock unsure of how to proceed. Sure, she'd broken up fights in her past but these men were at least twice the size of her and she feared using magic to separate them could hinder their ability to play. Thankfully, O'Kelly stepped in, forcing himself between the two men, giving both of them a hard shove in the chest away from each other.

"We don't have time for your bloody fist fight!" He gave each man a hard stern look, one they were not familiar with seeing plastered on the coach's face. "The rest of you lot! Get out there and play Quidditch!" Bogomil sneered in Draco's direction, hitting his shoulder as he pushed by.

"Ve aren't finished." Draco glared after him, keeping his emotions in check as to not take a swing at him again.

"Malfoy, what the hell were you thinking? You can't go around hitting your team mates! That's not what I brought you on for." Hermione had finally snapped out of her stupor and was staring at Draco, livid.

"Sorry for being a gentleman and protecting you honor Granger. I'll make a note to not do that in the future." His tone was cold and she could have sworn she noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Giving a sigh, Hermione deemed pregame a disaster and headed towards her box with Nigel in tow.

They arrived at the box just as the mascots finished their welcoming routines. Players were taking the field and getting into the ready position. Holding her omnioculars close to her eyes with one hand, Hermione's other hand tightly grips her chair. This was her first match since the '94 World Cup and this time, she actually cared who won.

A whistle sounded and the quaffle was tossed in the air. Avery lunged for the quaffle, just missing as opponent Wilda Griffiths grabbed it, flying down the field towards Dillion. Dillion watched her zig back and forth, weaving around both Kenneth and Ritchie. She headed left, drawing Dillion with her, then quickly faked right, sending the quaffle through the hoop with ease. The Puddlemere fans cheered.

Gripping her chair tighter, Hermione watched, unable to breathe as Rhys was racing back up the field towards the opponents' hoop. He ducked under a bludger that was smacked his way before tossing the ball behind his back to a waiting Bogomil who chucked the quaffle through the far right hoop. The crowd roared once more and Hermione released the breath she didn't know she was holding.

The match continued on like this for some time, each team going goal for goal. Oliver Wood appeared to be off his game today, as it wasn't normal for him to allow so many points. Bogomil seemed to be fired up and on a roll after his confrontation with Draco. One more than one occasion, he came tearing up the field so quickly that he almost knocked one of Puddlemere's beaters from her broom.

The home team fans were very into the game. Multiple cheers had been started, causing the mascots to join in. It appeared the amount of noise was effecting Puddlemere's concentration. They began fumbling the quaffle, only to have it picked up by Rhys who then sent it in the other direction. They got themselves a lead of 180-140 at which time Draco began to seriously seek out the snitch. He'd caught sight of it a couple times, but Puddlemere's seeker was fast on his tail. They'd bumped shoulders a few times which caused them to lose sight of the small, golden ball.

Hermione's face cringed as she saw another ball fly threw the Falcons hoop. That was three goals in a row for them; bring the score back to 180-170. Turning her attention up towards Draco, she watched as he circled the pitch. 'Please, let him catch it,' she thought to herself as her grip on the chair had moved to her omnioculars.

It was some time before the snitch made another appearance. The Falcons were falling apart. After Rhys took a bludger to the stomach, he had to be benched for the remainder of the match, causing one of the backups to take his position. It was obvious the backups needed more work as Timmy Sampson was having trouble keeping the quaffle in his hands. Twice he'd had it stolen away by the Puddlemere chasers, growing their score to 190. It was all downhill from there. Bogomil and Avery were no longer communicating with each other, causing more misthrows and bad ball handling. Before Draco caught sight of the snitch again the score had grown to 350-190. Suddlenly the Puddlemere seeker took off to his left and just out of his reach, Draco saw the snitch. He yanked the front of his broom hard to the right, turning himself around and speeding off.

Below him, Griffiths had just missed and Sampson had picked up the fumble. Draco was gaining on the snitch. He final caught up to Puddlmere's seeker and gave him a sharp shoulder bump, causing him to lose his balance and set him off course of the snitch. Draco had his arm out stretched and he saw the quaffle leave Sampson's hand and head straight for the hoop just as his fingers curled around the golden ball.

"Fuck Malfoy! What the bloody hell?" The ding for the goal came right after the whistle blew. He'd grabbed it too soon. He turned to the screen, reading the score across the bottom; 350-340 Puddlemere. Their fans erupted, jumping up and down in their seats.

He sank forward on his broom in disgust. They'd lost.