AN: Thanks to all my reviewers, by the way… anywho… here's chapter five!!

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ALL FOR YOU

By Rage

Chapter Five

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Hermione was walking to the Great Hall to eat her lunch. Harry and Ron were preparing for the first Quidditch game with Slytherin, so she was alone at the time.

As she walked, she tried recalling the past nights' events with Malfoy, his stories, his life… oh, how she enjoyed it, even if she wouldn't admit it even if she were paid a thousand Galleons.

She thought about the story of the constellations… about Heros and Cynthia… and how they loved each other so much despite their differences…

Hermione thought about it so deeply that she didn't realize that she had bumped into someone.

"Oof!" the person exclaimed. "Watch where you're going!"

"Oh! I apologise, so sorry—" Hermione stopped and stared at the other person. "Malfoy!"

"G-Granger!" he said, looking at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Er… I'm going to have my lunch," replied Hermione. "What about you?"

"I already had my lunch."

"Oh, so you're already going to get ready for the game?" she asked.

Malfoy nodded.

"Okay then," Hermione said, smiling pleasantly. "Well, I'll see you later, shall I?"

Draco gave her a tiny smile. "Yeah."

'He should smile more often,' Hermione thought. 'Makes him look much more charming than he already i—'

Hermione stopped. She had just realized that she was oggling at Malfoy for the last two minutes. "Er… " She stuttered, her cheeks burning. "Good luck in the game, by the way."

"Uh, thanks."

Hermione smiled. "See you later." She said. "Oh, and though I wished you good luck, I hope you don't win."

Malfoy smirked. "You'll see, Granger. I'll get that Snitch before your friend does."

"Harry's impossible to beat."

"We'll see about that." Malfoy said, grinning. "Let's make a bet. If I win, you'll have to pay me five galleons."

"But if Harry wins, I get the galleons, deal?" She extended her hand to him.

He thought for a while, and finally he shook her hand.

"Deal."

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"AND THE SLYTHERIN TEAM!"

All seven players zoomed out to the field. Draco gripped his broomstick's handle tightly and flew around the players and the three hoops quickly. However he stopped abruptly when he saw his opponent waving at the people in Gryffindor.

He smirked when he glimpsed Hermione. "You'll see Granger," he said quietly, "I'll beat that Potter…"

He continued staring at Hermione, who was waving at Harry and shouting good luck to him.

Subconsciously, Draco gripped his broom a bit tighter. Not because he was scared of falling off his broomstick, but because of something else.

Why is it always him? He thought, glaring at Harry. Teacher's pet, golden boy, heartthrob, damn!

Draco's hands were already turning red when he finally grinned smugly. Don't worry, Draco… He told himself, That Snitch will be as good as yours. As well as HER attentio—

Draco shook his head. What was he thinking?!

That Mudblood poisoned your mind, Draco Malfoy.

He contued shaking his head rapidly that he almost fell off his broom. Successfully, Hermione got out of his head. He flew around several times and went far away as possible from the Gryffindor Box, but every time, he couldn't help but at least get a glimpse of Hermione.

Finally, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, which signaled the start of the game. All fourteen players scattered around the field and took their places. The Quaffle, Bludgers and the Golden Snitch were released.

Draco kept his attention on the Snitch, which fluttered for a while, then in half a second, disappeared.

He glanced at Harry, who already started flying around the field. "Better get started then," Draco said. He gripped on his handle and began to soar in and out of the Boxes and the field.

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"AND GRYFFINDOR SCORES!!" the commentator shouted. "IT'S FORTY-TWENTY AND GRYFFINDOR IS ON THE LEAD!"

It was already three in the afternoon, and the game was running for about two and a half-hours now. The sun was already covered by the clouds and the sky was turning gray. It was going to rain.

Draco still hadn't seen the Snitch, as well as Harry. He was sweating and his body was tired, but he didn't stop. He was determined to get it for the first time before Harry and besides, he wanted to win the bet.

But now it seemed hopeless. Gryffindor was leading with twenty points, and now, rain started to fall. Draco cursed several times when he looked up, and was about to give up. However, something always stopped him. Don't you want to get the five galleons? A little voice in his mind said. And don't you want to beat that Potter for the first time? And how about Granger's attention?

So off he went, going around the field, desperately searching for the Snitch. He was on the other side of the field, while Harry was in the opposite side.

The rain now started to pour. All the players were now just blurs to Draco, and no one could hear what the commentator was saying. And now, it would be much harder to see the small Quidditch ball.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Draco cursed, soaring through the field. "How can anyone see that blasted ball in this condition?!"

He flew through the Boxes and back again to the center of the field. He was drenched from head to toe, and his whole body was aching. He sighed hopelessly and looked in all directions—up, down, left, right. But no sign of the Golden Snitch.

"Curse that stupid Ball!!" he said, clenching his fists. "Curse that Sni—"

And then he saw a speck of gold.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times. But it was no mistake.

"The Golden Snitch…" he said hoarsely. "It-it's THE GOLDEN SNITCH!"

He grinned triumphantly and gripped on his Nimbus. He shot to the direction where it was and laughed. "YES!" he exclaimed. "I'M GOING TO WIN! I'M GOING TO WI—"

But then he saw Harry going to the same direction where the Snitch was. "NO!" Draco shouted. "I SAW IT FIRST!"

He urged his broom to go faster and reach the ball before Harry could, but Harry had a much better Broomstick. He hardly heard the commentator when he roared, "THE SEEKERS OF BOTH TEAMS SAW THE GOLDEN SNITCH! THEY'VE SEEN IT! THEY'VE SEEN IT!"

Now, Harry and Draco's shoulders were bumping each other. "I SAW IT FIRST POTTER!" Draco shouted at Harry.

"WE SAW IT AT THE SAME TIME, MALFOY!"

They were now only a meter and a half away from the Snitch. The rain fell down much harder this time, but the two seekers didn't stop. They both extended their arms and tried reaching for the tiny ball.

Now they were only two feet away—

One and a half—

One—

And Draco felt the wings of the Snitch. But suddenly, a jolt of pain surged through his body. He stiffened. He enclosed the Snitch with his fingers and—

"I caught… it…" he whispered hoarsely.

Everything went black.

"Draco, wake up."

He opened his eyes wearily and blinked several times to see who it was. Then his eyes opened wide. "F-father!"

Lucius Malfoy curled his lip. "Long time no see, my son."

"Wh-what am I doing here?"

"Well, you see, I need your help."

Draco gulped. "F-for what?"

"I need you to find something for me in your school." Lucius replied lazily.

"W-what is it?"

He grinned. "Well, you see, there is an enchanted stone hidden in Hogwarts at the moment."

"What, the Sorcerer's Stone?" questioned Draco.

Lucius shook his head. "No, Draco," he said, annoyed. "That Stone was destroyed in your first year, remember? By Harry Potter, of course…"

"So what is it?"

"The Heart of Gryfffindor.."

Draco blinked. "The Heart of Gryffindor?" he said blankly.

Lucius nodded. "It is a stone which can heal the worst of injuries, can protect anyone who bears it and can give you power. I need you to get it for me."

"But why can't one of your Death Eaters do it?"

"It would be too risky." Lucius replied. "Besides, only a true Gryffindor can see it, and touch it, unless it is given by that Gryffindor to a non-Gryffindor. I don't think anyone of us Death Eaters are from that House."

"But I'm NOT a Gryffindor!" Draco protested. "I'm from Slytherin!"

Lucius shook his head. "Tut tut," he said. "Use your mind, Draco. I know that you've been acquainted with one of the Gryffindors."

Draco gaped at him. 'I have an acquaintance in Gryffindor?' he thought. 'Potter… Weasley…Longbottom…'

Then it struck him. "Hermione Granger.."

Lucius smiled. "Yes, use her."

"But—"

"You do not want to use her?" Lucius said softly.

Draco stared at him.

"I know fully well that you are smitten by that Mudblood girl, Draco," Lucius spat threateningly. "I have been keeping close watch over you."

"No, I'm not!" he exclaimed. "You must be kidding!"

"Don't lie to me, boy," Lucius glared at Draco.

He stepped back.

"Have you forgotten what I have taught you!?!" he shouted. "Have you forgotten that Mudbloods are scum and filth?! Have you—"

Draco backed away with fear. But fortunately his father stopped.

"Draco, I trust that you will not disobey me," Lucius said softly. "But if you do, there will be a punishment. I will not punish you… I will punish HER."

Lucius took out his wand and muttered a spell. Instantly, a cloud of mist appeared. Draco studied it carefully, but suddenly an image began to form in the mist. It was Hermione.

"This is what her punishment will be.." Lucius said in an amused tone. He turned to 'Hermione' and raised his wand. "CRUCIO!"

The darkness was filled with horrifying screams. Draco watched as Hermione was fidgeting on the ground, screaming loudly and crying.

"Hermione…" Draco whispered, his eyes wide with fear and shock. He glanced at Lucius, who was laughing insanely. "FATHER! STOP!"

But he didn't stop. Draco tried to go to Hermione, but his legs were locked together. "HERMIONE! HERMIONE!…"

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"HERMIONE!!"

Draco opened his eyes and stood up. "HERMIONE!"

"Are you okay?!" someone said worriedly. "Malfoy!"

Draco looked up and there was Hermione, beside his bed. He looked around. He realized that he was in the Hospital Wing. Then he turned back to the girl beside him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, panting heavily.

Hermione nodded and gave him a weird look. "How about YOU?" she asked. "Are YOU okay?"

Draco stared at her. "Uh, yeah," he replied awkwardly. It was just a dream? "What happened to me?"

"Well, during the Quidditch match (which was a week ago), you fell when…" Hermione stopped.

"When?"

"Er… you got the… Snitch."

Draco blinked. "What, we won?"

Hermione groaned. "Yes."

He grinned. "Really now?"

"You DON'T have to rub it in, you know," Hermione gritted.

"Hand it in, Granger," Draco sneered.

Hermione grumbled as she took her purse out of her robes. She opened it and took out five golden coins. "Here."

"Thank you." Draco grinned as he put it on his bedside table.

Hermione smiled sarcastically and then got her bag. "Anyway, I've got to go now. I still have to study for a test tomorrow. See you, Malfoy!" She made her way to the door.

"See you, Granger," said Draco, leaning back on his pillow.

Hermione who had already opened the door, stopped. "Bye," she said.

"And oh, call me Hermione, Draco." She smiled at him and exited the Hospital Wing.

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AN: Hope you liked this chapter!! Sorry it took so long… had my exams this week. Anyway, thank you for your support!! Review!!