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Chapter 18- Quidditch
Draco's POV (finally!)
I awoke on December 13th with a smile on my lips, and for a moment I couldn't remember why, then it struck me: Hermione. I grinned wider and rolled out of bed, but froze when I saw my father's owl. With shaking hands, I took the envelope and sent the owl on it's way back. I tore the seal and unfolded the parchment. It was dated today.
Draco,
I was very disappointed not to see you at the meeting last night. Pity you didn't come, really. Someone will pay. Maybe not your mother, perhaps there is now a new possibility of someone you care about. -Lucius
He couldn't know about Hermione, could he? My mind was racing, panicking. I had to get to Hermione before anyone found out about us. No one could know. My father was just too dangerous, especially when I ticked him off like I had. Glancing at my clock, I saw that it was only 9:30. The Quidditch game didn't start until 11:00, so I had plenty of time, but I wanted to warn Hermione. Taking the letter with me, I walked quietly across the hall and slowly opened her door. As I suspected, she was still asleep, curled up on her side, clutching the blanket to her chin. I smiled to myself again; she was mine now.
"Mione," I whispered, touching her shoulder gently. "Mione, wake up." She stirred slightly, and smiled when she saw me.
"Draco," she breathed, yawning and stretching. "It's Saturday, remember?"
"Yes, I know, but I need to talk to you." She must've seen something behind my eyes, because a look of concern crossed her face.
"What is it?" I showed her the letter, and she paled, but tried to reason with me. "Oh, Draco, he can't do anything here, we're safe as long as Dumbledore's here."
"Yeah," I sighed, feeling somewhat better. "I guess you're right. I'm still worried for you, though. Maybe we should just keep us a secret? Just for now," I added, seeing the confusion behind her eyes. "It would be best, so he doesn't find out and want to hurt you. I couldn't stand that," I pleaded with my eyes, and it must've worked, because she gave in.
"Alright," she agreed. "I don't like having to keep 'us' a secret, but I'll do it. For you," she added, before she pecked me on the cheek. I smiled and kissed her swiftly before getting up and going back to my own room.
Once back, I changed into my green and silver Quidditch robes with khaki pants and went downstairs. Hermione was already dressed in jeans and a red turtleneck sweater with a gold scarf, and she looked magnificent. "What do you want to eat?" she asked. "Kitchens or Great Hall?"
We barely ever ate in the Great hall anymore, but if she didn't care then I sure didn't. She was the one who had friends there, not me.
"Doesn't matter to me," I replied. "But won't Ron and Harry get mad at me for stealing you away?" I had called them Ron and Harry. What was happening to me??
She grinned. "Oh, maybe you're right, but if we eat there, we have to hide 'us', don't we?" I nodded, and she took my hand and pulled me toward the kitchens.
Apparently they had changed the password again, because when Hermione said 'Raspberry Jello', nothing happened. We knocked on the door until a scurrying Lilly came to let us in. "Oh, it's you! Come in, the new password is Frosted Cookies," she told us when we came in. She glanced down to our interlocked fingers. "And you are finally together, I see! About time!" Hermione blushed, but didn't let go of my hand. I was more glad than I could say. At least I knew she wasn't embarrassed of being with me.
"Lilly," I warned. "You can't tell anyone, ok?"
"Well, I don't see why you want to keep it a secret, but alright, I won't tell."
"Thanks," Hermione gave her a warm smile before she scurried off to get us some donuts and coffee.
When she came back with a plate of chocolate donuts, Hermione's cappuccino, and my black coffee, we started scarfing them down. It was 10:00, and Flint wanted the team ready to go in the locker room by 10:45.
After my third cup of coffee and fourth donut, I was considerably more awake than I had been 30 minutes ago, and I was ready to go play Quidditch. "Ready?" I asked Hermione, and she nodded.
She came with me to the common room, and accompanied me to my bedroom to get my broom. When I found it, she followed me back into the hall, and stopped.
"I'm gonna go now, okay?"
I smiled at her and nodded. "Okay, thanks." I leant down just slightly to brush my lips against hers, and watched as she retreated to the Gryffindor room. After a minute, I remembered the time and ran down the stairs to meet the team in the locker room.
Hermione's POV
I had to get rid of the warm feeling I had from being with Draco before going to talk to the Gryffindors. If I came in all lovestruck, they would get suspicious.
When I did come in, many people must've gone out to the field or stands already, because only a couple students were rushing around, getting ready for the game. Of course, Harry and Ron were among them.
"Hey!" Ginny called from across the room when she saw me enter. "Mione! Harry and Ron are upstairs looking for Harry's broom. Lavender left to save some seats, and NOW," she added as Neville and Seamus left the room, "we are the only ones left."
I laughed at her rushed explanation, and headed up the stairs to the guys' dormitory, while Ginny searched the room for her ear warmer headband.
"No, Ron, it's not in there!" Harry's voice grew louder as I climbed the stairs. "I already looked!" I poked my head into the room and giggled. They had torn apart the whole room, and it was a mess. Trunks were overturned, robes were scattered over the floor and hanging on bedposts, and there were books lying open on the floor and beds.
When they heard me, Harry stopped throwing things out of the closet and looked at me. "Oh, um, hey Hermione!"
"Mione!" Ron's muffled voice yelled from inside the closet. "Help us find Harry's broom!"
I rolled my eyes. "Harry," I said in a voice dripping with fake innocence. "Have you forgotten that you're a wizard?" He looked confused and shook his head.
I sighed and held out a hand. "Accio broom!" In a moment, we saw what looked like a pile of clothes rising from underneath Harry's bed. I walked over and pulled the robes off to reveal Harry's broomstick, and he groaned.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He grabbed it and ran downstairs. "Ron!" he bellowed. "Come on!"
Ron emerged from the closet and peeled a sock off his shoulder, using his foot to shove some junk back inside. "Did he find it?"
I laughed and grabbed his wrist to drag him to the game. If left to his own devices, poor clueless Ron would never get there on time. When we caught up with Harry and Ginny down the hall, we slowed, and I let go of Ron. We walked quickly down the hall, wanting to get to our seats and Harry needing to get ready for the game with the rest of the team.
We paused at the turn to the locker room, and Ron and I stood in front of the doors to go up to the stands while Harry shyly and quickly kissed Ginny goodbye on the cheek. I thought how Ron must feel, and how awkward it would be to have your sister dating your best friend.
"Goodluck, Harry," Ginny smiled.
"Goodluck," I echoed.
"Be sure to stay alert and win the game, alright?" was Ron's goodbye. Harry grinned and waved one last time before jogging down the hallway to the lockers.
I shivered when we stepped outside into the freezing morning air, and pulled my gold gloves out of my pocket and slipped my hands into them. We spotted Lavender waving, and made our way to the middle of the front row she had claimed for us. Ron sat down next to her with his arm around her middle and kissed her briefly. She grinned at me and I sat down on her other side, beside Ginny.
No sooner had we gotten settled in the seats than Lee Jordan announced the teams' names and they came flying out from either side of the field. Madam Hooch walked to the middle of the pitch and released the balls, then threw up the quaffle with an ear-piercing whistle. "And the game begins!" Jordan cried.
A/N: I was gonna combine the next chapter, but I'm way behind, and I needed to get this chapter up today!!! Ahhh!!! And I am soooooooooooo sorry, but I'm leaving for vacation in a few days, and I won't be able to update for a week and 2 days!!! Oh no!! Well thanks for the reviews, please review again and let me know how you feel about this chapter!
Chapter 18- Quidditch
Draco's POV (finally!)
I awoke on December 13th with a smile on my lips, and for a moment I couldn't remember why, then it struck me: Hermione. I grinned wider and rolled out of bed, but froze when I saw my father's owl. With shaking hands, I took the envelope and sent the owl on it's way back. I tore the seal and unfolded the parchment. It was dated today.
Draco,
I was very disappointed not to see you at the meeting last night. Pity you didn't come, really. Someone will pay. Maybe not your mother, perhaps there is now a new possibility of someone you care about. -Lucius
He couldn't know about Hermione, could he? My mind was racing, panicking. I had to get to Hermione before anyone found out about us. No one could know. My father was just too dangerous, especially when I ticked him off like I had. Glancing at my clock, I saw that it was only 9:30. The Quidditch game didn't start until 11:00, so I had plenty of time, but I wanted to warn Hermione. Taking the letter with me, I walked quietly across the hall and slowly opened her door. As I suspected, she was still asleep, curled up on her side, clutching the blanket to her chin. I smiled to myself again; she was mine now.
"Mione," I whispered, touching her shoulder gently. "Mione, wake up." She stirred slightly, and smiled when she saw me.
"Draco," she breathed, yawning and stretching. "It's Saturday, remember?"
"Yes, I know, but I need to talk to you." She must've seen something behind my eyes, because a look of concern crossed her face.
"What is it?" I showed her the letter, and she paled, but tried to reason with me. "Oh, Draco, he can't do anything here, we're safe as long as Dumbledore's here."
"Yeah," I sighed, feeling somewhat better. "I guess you're right. I'm still worried for you, though. Maybe we should just keep us a secret? Just for now," I added, seeing the confusion behind her eyes. "It would be best, so he doesn't find out and want to hurt you. I couldn't stand that," I pleaded with my eyes, and it must've worked, because she gave in.
"Alright," she agreed. "I don't like having to keep 'us' a secret, but I'll do it. For you," she added, before she pecked me on the cheek. I smiled and kissed her swiftly before getting up and going back to my own room.
Once back, I changed into my green and silver Quidditch robes with khaki pants and went downstairs. Hermione was already dressed in jeans and a red turtleneck sweater with a gold scarf, and she looked magnificent. "What do you want to eat?" she asked. "Kitchens or Great Hall?"
We barely ever ate in the Great hall anymore, but if she didn't care then I sure didn't. She was the one who had friends there, not me.
"Doesn't matter to me," I replied. "But won't Ron and Harry get mad at me for stealing you away?" I had called them Ron and Harry. What was happening to me??
She grinned. "Oh, maybe you're right, but if we eat there, we have to hide 'us', don't we?" I nodded, and she took my hand and pulled me toward the kitchens.
Apparently they had changed the password again, because when Hermione said 'Raspberry Jello', nothing happened. We knocked on the door until a scurrying Lilly came to let us in. "Oh, it's you! Come in, the new password is Frosted Cookies," she told us when we came in. She glanced down to our interlocked fingers. "And you are finally together, I see! About time!" Hermione blushed, but didn't let go of my hand. I was more glad than I could say. At least I knew she wasn't embarrassed of being with me.
"Lilly," I warned. "You can't tell anyone, ok?"
"Well, I don't see why you want to keep it a secret, but alright, I won't tell."
"Thanks," Hermione gave her a warm smile before she scurried off to get us some donuts and coffee.
When she came back with a plate of chocolate donuts, Hermione's cappuccino, and my black coffee, we started scarfing them down. It was 10:00, and Flint wanted the team ready to go in the locker room by 10:45.
After my third cup of coffee and fourth donut, I was considerably more awake than I had been 30 minutes ago, and I was ready to go play Quidditch. "Ready?" I asked Hermione, and she nodded.
She came with me to the common room, and accompanied me to my bedroom to get my broom. When I found it, she followed me back into the hall, and stopped.
"I'm gonna go now, okay?"
I smiled at her and nodded. "Okay, thanks." I leant down just slightly to brush my lips against hers, and watched as she retreated to the Gryffindor room. After a minute, I remembered the time and ran down the stairs to meet the team in the locker room.
Hermione's POV
I had to get rid of the warm feeling I had from being with Draco before going to talk to the Gryffindors. If I came in all lovestruck, they would get suspicious.
When I did come in, many people must've gone out to the field or stands already, because only a couple students were rushing around, getting ready for the game. Of course, Harry and Ron were among them.
"Hey!" Ginny called from across the room when she saw me enter. "Mione! Harry and Ron are upstairs looking for Harry's broom. Lavender left to save some seats, and NOW," she added as Neville and Seamus left the room, "we are the only ones left."
I laughed at her rushed explanation, and headed up the stairs to the guys' dormitory, while Ginny searched the room for her ear warmer headband.
"No, Ron, it's not in there!" Harry's voice grew louder as I climbed the stairs. "I already looked!" I poked my head into the room and giggled. They had torn apart the whole room, and it was a mess. Trunks were overturned, robes were scattered over the floor and hanging on bedposts, and there were books lying open on the floor and beds.
When they heard me, Harry stopped throwing things out of the closet and looked at me. "Oh, um, hey Hermione!"
"Mione!" Ron's muffled voice yelled from inside the closet. "Help us find Harry's broom!"
I rolled my eyes. "Harry," I said in a voice dripping with fake innocence. "Have you forgotten that you're a wizard?" He looked confused and shook his head.
I sighed and held out a hand. "Accio broom!" In a moment, we saw what looked like a pile of clothes rising from underneath Harry's bed. I walked over and pulled the robes off to reveal Harry's broomstick, and he groaned.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He grabbed it and ran downstairs. "Ron!" he bellowed. "Come on!"
Ron emerged from the closet and peeled a sock off his shoulder, using his foot to shove some junk back inside. "Did he find it?"
I laughed and grabbed his wrist to drag him to the game. If left to his own devices, poor clueless Ron would never get there on time. When we caught up with Harry and Ginny down the hall, we slowed, and I let go of Ron. We walked quickly down the hall, wanting to get to our seats and Harry needing to get ready for the game with the rest of the team.
We paused at the turn to the locker room, and Ron and I stood in front of the doors to go up to the stands while Harry shyly and quickly kissed Ginny goodbye on the cheek. I thought how Ron must feel, and how awkward it would be to have your sister dating your best friend.
"Goodluck, Harry," Ginny smiled.
"Goodluck," I echoed.
"Be sure to stay alert and win the game, alright?" was Ron's goodbye. Harry grinned and waved one last time before jogging down the hallway to the lockers.
I shivered when we stepped outside into the freezing morning air, and pulled my gold gloves out of my pocket and slipped my hands into them. We spotted Lavender waving, and made our way to the middle of the front row she had claimed for us. Ron sat down next to her with his arm around her middle and kissed her briefly. She grinned at me and I sat down on her other side, beside Ginny.
No sooner had we gotten settled in the seats than Lee Jordan announced the teams' names and they came flying out from either side of the field. Madam Hooch walked to the middle of the pitch and released the balls, then threw up the quaffle with an ear-piercing whistle. "And the game begins!" Jordan cried.
A/N: I was gonna combine the next chapter, but I'm way behind, and I needed to get this chapter up today!!! Ahhh!!! And I am soooooooooooo sorry, but I'm leaving for vacation in a few days, and I won't be able to update for a week and 2 days!!! Oh no!! Well thanks for the reviews, please review again and let me know how you feel about this chapter!