Disclaimer: It's not mine, it's JKR's, and she's amazing and a genius.
A/N: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!! I'm soooooooo completely and sincerely sorry that it's been SOOOO long!!! AHHHH!!! Here's the chappie!
Chapter 19- More Quidditch
Hermione's POV
I couldn't see the faces of the players soaring on the pitch; they were just blurs of either green and silver or red and gold. I could, however, see one blur of each color hovering above the action, and I was sure they were Draco and Harry, each hoping to catch a glimpse of the snitch.
The quaffle was intercepted from two Gryffindors by a green-clad player, and they swept off toward the other end of the field. The ball made it into one of the giant hoops, and the scoreboard ticked: Slytherin- 10 Gryffindor- 0
Slytherin scored the first goal, but Gryffindor wasn't far behind. Figures were whizzing past each other, rushing to one side of the pitch or the other, and the quaffle was being tossed like a hot potato. I so was wrapped up in the action going on and Lee Jordan screaming the announcements that before I knew it, 30 minutes had passed, and the score was 70- 50, Gryffindor in the lead.
I caught a glimpse of a blond-haired Gryffindor player, and knew it to be Fredrick Slate, a 6th year, and Chaser for the team. He snatched the quaffle from a Slytherin member, and zoomed off toward Gryffindor's goal, crouched close to his broom for more speed. Almost out of nowhere, a Slytherin appeared at his side, and rammed into him. Caught off-guard, Fredrick swung so that he was hanging upside down on his broom, and lost hold of the ball. Another Slytherin player grabbed it, and was on her way to the other end of the field when Allegra, a Gryffindor beater, hit her with a bludger. She was apparently knocked unconscious, but managed to stay on her broom as it flew straight into the ground.
Tom Hansen, a dark-haired Gryffindor 7th year, grabbed the quaffle and scored another goal. "And another ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee screamed over the cheering.
Slytherin scored three more goals, and the score was tied, 80-80. I glanced up at Draco and Harry to see if either of them saw anything. They were both scanning the area intently, hoping to see a flash of gold. Suddenly, as I watched, they both seemed to see something at the same time. They both pushed their brooms straight towards each other, both heading towards the middle. I squinted and saw the light catch a glint off of the small golden snitch.
They were flying toward each other, zooming from their opposite sides of the pitch to the middle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tiny twinkle of green. I thought it might be a bird, but when I turned my eyes widened. I snatched a pair of binoculars out of Lavender's hands and gasped as I looked through them. I quickly turned back to the pitch, just in time to see Draco struggling frantically with his broom, then watched as he and Harry collided, right after Harry snatched the snitch.
I watched in horror as both Harry and Draco plummeted to the ground. I heard someone scream "No!" but didn't realize until later that it was me.
They hit the ground about a foot apart. Before I knew what I was doing, I had practically run over Ron and Lavender and was leaping down the stairs at least two at a time.
When I reached the bottom, it felt like my brain had just stopped, and my heart was racing. I ran out onto the pitch to where Madam Hooch was kneeling next to Harry, who was sitting up.
That's better than could be said for Draco. He hadn't moved at all from where he landed, sprawled on the ground. I almost ran to him, but Madam Pomfrey came up behind me, blocking my way for a second, long enough for my brain to stop me. No one knew about me and Draco being together, and for good reason, so it wouldn't look very good if I ran to him.
"He's unconscious," Madam Pomfrey announced. "He may have worse injuries as well." Her face was white and tight with worry. "I have to take him to the infirmary. Harry, dear, are you alright??"
A wave of guilt washed over me for a moment, I hadn't even thought about Harry, but it was quickly drowned out by worry again.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just some scrapes and bruises," he replied, rubbing his shoulder he had landed on. Madam Pomfrey nodded, and with the help of Madam Hooch, carried Draco through the air off the pitch.
After they were gone, Ginny ran up and threw her arms around Harry. He winced, and Ginny immediately released him and began apologizing profusely, but Harry wrapped her in a tight hug, cutting her off.
I couldn't seem to do anything but stand there, the shock finally setting in. I felt my knees go watery and give way. I was afraid I was going to fall, but was caught from behind by a pair of strong arms. For a split second, my heart leaped and I thought it might be Draco, but then it plummeted again, it couldn't be him.
"Hermione!" Ron. I hadn't even known he was there. He sounded surprised, but tried to reassure me. "It's okay! Look, Harry's fine. Everything is okay."
He thought I was worried about Harry. It was probably better that way. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before forcing myself to stand up.
"Yeah," I said in what I hoped sounded like a calm voice. "Sorry, Ron. Um, I think I'm gonna go... back to my room," I explained while walking away. "Feel better, Harry! See you guys later!"
I could hear them talking as I walked briskly away. On my way up the stairs and through the winding halls, I recalled what I had seen before Harry and Draco fell.
Over near the teachers' stand, trying to hide in the shadows, I saw Lucius Malfoy, reminding me of the time I thought Snape had cursed Harry's broom in first year. Only this time it was real. He had his wand out, pointed at Draco, and I could see him muttering something. Then Draco's broom went haywire.
Lucius jinxed Draco's broom, probably to get back at him for not going to the meeting. If he didn't hesitate in harming his own son, what would stop him from hurting or killing some little mudblood witch like me?
A/N: I'm soooo sorry it's so short, but it's been so long and I really wanted to get another chapter out. I've been so busy trying to catch up all my school work, and I feel like my grades are slipping, and finals aren't too far away, and I'm totally FREAKING OUT!!!! *calm breath* Okay. But hopefully you can look forward to another chapter soon! Please review! Thanks to those who did!
A/N: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!! I'm soooooooo completely and sincerely sorry that it's been SOOOO long!!! AHHHH!!! Here's the chappie!
Chapter 19- More Quidditch
Hermione's POV
I couldn't see the faces of the players soaring on the pitch; they were just blurs of either green and silver or red and gold. I could, however, see one blur of each color hovering above the action, and I was sure they were Draco and Harry, each hoping to catch a glimpse of the snitch.
The quaffle was intercepted from two Gryffindors by a green-clad player, and they swept off toward the other end of the field. The ball made it into one of the giant hoops, and the scoreboard ticked: Slytherin- 10 Gryffindor- 0
Slytherin scored the first goal, but Gryffindor wasn't far behind. Figures were whizzing past each other, rushing to one side of the pitch or the other, and the quaffle was being tossed like a hot potato. I so was wrapped up in the action going on and Lee Jordan screaming the announcements that before I knew it, 30 minutes had passed, and the score was 70- 50, Gryffindor in the lead.
I caught a glimpse of a blond-haired Gryffindor player, and knew it to be Fredrick Slate, a 6th year, and Chaser for the team. He snatched the quaffle from a Slytherin member, and zoomed off toward Gryffindor's goal, crouched close to his broom for more speed. Almost out of nowhere, a Slytherin appeared at his side, and rammed into him. Caught off-guard, Fredrick swung so that he was hanging upside down on his broom, and lost hold of the ball. Another Slytherin player grabbed it, and was on her way to the other end of the field when Allegra, a Gryffindor beater, hit her with a bludger. She was apparently knocked unconscious, but managed to stay on her broom as it flew straight into the ground.
Tom Hansen, a dark-haired Gryffindor 7th year, grabbed the quaffle and scored another goal. "And another ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee screamed over the cheering.
Slytherin scored three more goals, and the score was tied, 80-80. I glanced up at Draco and Harry to see if either of them saw anything. They were both scanning the area intently, hoping to see a flash of gold. Suddenly, as I watched, they both seemed to see something at the same time. They both pushed their brooms straight towards each other, both heading towards the middle. I squinted and saw the light catch a glint off of the small golden snitch.
They were flying toward each other, zooming from their opposite sides of the pitch to the middle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tiny twinkle of green. I thought it might be a bird, but when I turned my eyes widened. I snatched a pair of binoculars out of Lavender's hands and gasped as I looked through them. I quickly turned back to the pitch, just in time to see Draco struggling frantically with his broom, then watched as he and Harry collided, right after Harry snatched the snitch.
I watched in horror as both Harry and Draco plummeted to the ground. I heard someone scream "No!" but didn't realize until later that it was me.
They hit the ground about a foot apart. Before I knew what I was doing, I had practically run over Ron and Lavender and was leaping down the stairs at least two at a time.
When I reached the bottom, it felt like my brain had just stopped, and my heart was racing. I ran out onto the pitch to where Madam Hooch was kneeling next to Harry, who was sitting up.
That's better than could be said for Draco. He hadn't moved at all from where he landed, sprawled on the ground. I almost ran to him, but Madam Pomfrey came up behind me, blocking my way for a second, long enough for my brain to stop me. No one knew about me and Draco being together, and for good reason, so it wouldn't look very good if I ran to him.
"He's unconscious," Madam Pomfrey announced. "He may have worse injuries as well." Her face was white and tight with worry. "I have to take him to the infirmary. Harry, dear, are you alright??"
A wave of guilt washed over me for a moment, I hadn't even thought about Harry, but it was quickly drowned out by worry again.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just some scrapes and bruises," he replied, rubbing his shoulder he had landed on. Madam Pomfrey nodded, and with the help of Madam Hooch, carried Draco through the air off the pitch.
After they were gone, Ginny ran up and threw her arms around Harry. He winced, and Ginny immediately released him and began apologizing profusely, but Harry wrapped her in a tight hug, cutting her off.
I couldn't seem to do anything but stand there, the shock finally setting in. I felt my knees go watery and give way. I was afraid I was going to fall, but was caught from behind by a pair of strong arms. For a split second, my heart leaped and I thought it might be Draco, but then it plummeted again, it couldn't be him.
"Hermione!" Ron. I hadn't even known he was there. He sounded surprised, but tried to reassure me. "It's okay! Look, Harry's fine. Everything is okay."
He thought I was worried about Harry. It was probably better that way. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before forcing myself to stand up.
"Yeah," I said in what I hoped sounded like a calm voice. "Sorry, Ron. Um, I think I'm gonna go... back to my room," I explained while walking away. "Feel better, Harry! See you guys later!"
I could hear them talking as I walked briskly away. On my way up the stairs and through the winding halls, I recalled what I had seen before Harry and Draco fell.
Over near the teachers' stand, trying to hide in the shadows, I saw Lucius Malfoy, reminding me of the time I thought Snape had cursed Harry's broom in first year. Only this time it was real. He had his wand out, pointed at Draco, and I could see him muttering something. Then Draco's broom went haywire.
Lucius jinxed Draco's broom, probably to get back at him for not going to the meeting. If he didn't hesitate in harming his own son, what would stop him from hurting or killing some little mudblood witch like me?
A/N: I'm soooo sorry it's so short, but it's been so long and I really wanted to get another chapter out. I've been so busy trying to catch up all my school work, and I feel like my grades are slipping, and finals aren't too far away, and I'm totally FREAKING OUT!!!! *calm breath* Okay. But hopefully you can look forward to another chapter soon! Please review! Thanks to those who did!