NOTE: So I wasn't planning on giving you this chapter today. My plan was to try and wait until tomorrow, but I'm just too excited. So lucky for you.

Shout out to Gia1802, my wonderful new beta! Thank you so much for your help.

-BKC

Chapter 8

Draco floated down to the pitch with a sullen look on his face. As he landed, he looked over to his left, only to

see the Puddlemere team gloating about their victory. It was a rarity for them to win while traveling. Throwing his broom up over his shoulder, he adverted his eyes from the crowd and his team as he made his way towards the locker room, hoping to drown his sorrows, and maybe himself, in the showers.

"Vat vere you thinking Malfoy? Too distracted by your pre-game romp?" Bogomil cut him off just as he was about to enter the tunnel.

"I feel shity enough about the game as it is you tosser, so why don't you just get out of my way?" Draco kept his eyes down, fearful if he lifted them his fists would follow. Bogomil however, wasn't quite finished.

"I told you before, ve veren't finished. I saw you watching her instead of looking for the snitch." By now, the remaining teammates had gathered at the tunnel entrance as well, trying to calm Bogomil down.

"Mate, now's not really the time, nor place for this," Dillon place his hand on Bogomil's shoulder, noticing what remained of the crowd had their attention fixed on the commotion. Bogomil shrugged off Dillon's hand as he took a step closer to Draco.

"Vell? Don't try to lie to me. I know vat I saw."

"You know what I saw, you git? You're idiotic arse watching me all game instead of focusing your attention on scoring us some points. Maybe if you'd been paying attention, we would have won tonight," Draco's eyes had finally lifted to meet Bogomil's but he kept clutching his fists, trying to keep his anger under control.

"Are you saying that I lost us this game?" Draco's only response was a shrug of his shoulders and a knowing smirk plastered on his face. Bogomil let out a roar and charged for Malfoy, only to be grabbed just in time by Dillon and Ritchie.

"What's going on here?" Hermione had finally made her way down to the pitch, both Nigel and Michael in tow. She eyed Bogomil before turning her attention to Draco and his clenched fists. "I thought we'd discussed this already, Malfoy?"

Draco was about to inform her that this altercation, was not his doing but before he could manage to get a word out, Bogomil sniggered across from him.

"Something funny, Levski?" Turning her attention back to Bogomil, Hermione placed her hands on her hips, awaiting an answer.

"I vas just vondering vat I had to do to get a pregame shag from you too?" Bogomil rumbled with laughter, Ritchie quickly joining in, apparently thinking the same thing. Her jaw slacked open in awe. Did this man have a death wish or was he just that stupid? She glanced over to Draco, glaring at him as he caught her eye.

"Don't look at me Granger. I had nothing to do with this shit," He wiped his hands off on each other before putting them up in defense. Bogomil was still laughing, but after Ritchie took notice of the look on Hermione's face, his jaw snapped shut in a hurry. It seemed like today was just not the day for her to try and control her temper. Stomping over to Bogomil, Hermione brought her own hand into a small fist and pulled her arm back before thrusting it forward to strike Bogomil squarely in the jaw.

"OHH!" There was a collective wince from the team as they heard her fist make contact with his face.

"Ow! Vat the fuck Granger? You're out of your fucking mind!" Hermione shook her hand, pain shooting through it.

"I want him off this team, immediately. Trade him to anyone that will take him." Michael took a moment to realize that Hermione had been addressing him and Nigel both.

"Good luck finding a team to take you, Levski." Hermione shifted her attention to Bogomil once more. "With your game, Nigel and Michael will be working through the night to get any team to take your sorry arse." His eyes flashed in anger but Hermione chose to ignore him, addressing the team instead.

"Anyone else have anything to say?" The team stared at her in silence, no one daring to make a sound. "That's what I thought. Hit the showers. Practice starts early tomorrow."

They continued to stare after her as she walked away, Nigel chasing after her. "Miss Granger, it'll be hard to-"

"I don't care Nigel. I want his contract with the Falcons terminated. He played a shit game so it won't be easy to get a decent trade out of him." Their conversation died off as they got further away from the tunnel, appearing to be headed back to Hermione's office.

There was an awkward moment as the team looked from Draco to Bogomil to Hermione's retreating back.

"You lot heard her. Get moving! Tough break, Levski. Shouldn't have given her a reason to drop your arse. She's vicious." O'Kelly gave him a halfhearted pat on the back, before allowing medical to come in look over his face. As Draco walked past him, a chuckle escaped his mouth as he saw the starting of a deep, purple bruise.

"Good to know she hasn't lost her touch. Good luck, arsehole." Draco sniggered once again hosting his broom over his shoulder.

Draco was the last one left in the locker room. The hot water felt good on his tense muscles and after losing the match, it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.

"Mr. Malfoy?" A smirk came to Draco's face as he noticed Nigel had his back turned towards him as he spoke.

"Nigel, mate. We need to get you over your fear of seeing men naked. Are you like this with women as well?" The sound of the knob turning to turn off the shower filled the echoey room. He reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist and raking another one through his hair.

"If we could just stick to the reason I'm here, that would be great, Mr. Malfoy." Now satisfied that Draco had covered up, Nigel turned to face him.

"Miss Granger has requested your presence up in her office before you leave tonight."

"So Granger wants me to take time out of my life to be at her beckon call? I don't think so, mate." Draco dropped his towel after pulling his clothes from his locker. Nigel averted his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Mr. Malfoy, I really must insist that you do as she asks."

"You tell her if she wants me, to come get me herself. I'm at no one's lap dog." Nigel let out a long heavy sigh as Draco slammed his bag onto the bench.

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy. You've left me no choice." Nigel grabbed his wand from his pants pocket and pointed it towards Draco.

"What do you think-"

"Petrificus Totalus." With a flick of his wand, Draco's arms dropped straight down his sides and his body slowly fell backwards. His head landed with a thud on the floor.

"You really left me no choice you know," another flick of his wand and the incantation 'Windgardium Leviosa' and Draco was floating along in front of Nigel, headed for Hermione's office.