A/N: *'They're mine, all mine! I own them all! I am J.K. Rowling!'*
"Wake up honey! Time to get up."
*Rubs eyes and stretches.*
"Damn. Guess not."
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The next day there was a Quidditch match. It was Ravenclaw versus Slytherin. Hermione was going to watch, when a thought entered her mind. What if her mystery man was in Slytherin? Disgust swept over Hermione, and she shuddered at the thought. No, he couldn't be. 'He has a certain sense of humor that I can't seem to get, but he did let me cry on his shoulder, er, chest. He's too nice to be in Slytherin.' She thought to herself.
Hermione went down the stairs from her dormitory to meet Harry and Ron at the common room. They were talking excitedly about the game, making bets on who was going to win.
"Ravenclaw would win, even if their seeker isn't that great. Their keeper is a killer!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah, but the Slytherin team haven't been on their arses all season Ron. Haven't you seen them practicing? Malfoy's been getting better too." Harry said.
"You guys ready?" Hermione walked up to them. "Uh, yeah." Both said at the same time.
"Shall we?" Hermione offered both her arms and they took it, walking off with arms linked. Hermione was in the middle, naturally.
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As the Gryffindor trio found seats for the match, the players of both teams flew out to start the game. Hermione watched the game intently, watching the Ravenclaw players carefully. She hoped that it really was one of the Ravenclaws. To think that she spent all her time watching a Slytherin! No, it was a Ravenclaw. It should be a Ravenclaw.
But a certain movement caught her eye. A certain dip and spin that she knew so well. Her eyes followed the player's movement, but she watched with shock in her eyes. 'No, it couldn't be!'
Hermione watched the player's movements, her attention only on him. She barely heard the crowd's cries whenever someone got a point. All Hermione could think of was that her mystery man couldn't be the player she was watching right now. The player scanned the stadium from the other end of where Hermione sat, probably looking for the snitch, when his gaze landed on Hermione. They looked at each other for some time, each other not breaking eye contact.
Then Hermione broke the eye contact. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back into her seat. She opened her eyes again and saw his lips curve into what was barely a smile. Then he turned his broom to face her, and he flew straight towards her. Hermione froze, remembering that exact movement he made last night. That confirmed Hermione's fears. This man was her mystery man.
He sped faster and faster towards her, while all Hermione could do was sit and watch. His eyes showed determination. Determination in what? Fear spread through her, remembering what happened last night. 'No, he wouldn't pick me up in the middle of a game, would he?' The player was zooming in on Hermione fast. His small smile soon grew into a grin, before changing into that famous smirk.
Then the player reached out and grabbed the snitch from beside Hermione's ear before pulling up at the last moment.
Hermione finally knew who her mystery man was. And he just won his team the game. She watched him as he flew around the stadium, showing the snitch to everyone, pretty much like how Harry does it when he catches the snitch. Hermione didn't know whether to be mad, or to be happy that he was the man se watched every night.
He looked at Hermione, and they stared at each other for some time, until he smirked and nodded his head. She nodded her head as well, and he flew off. Hermione sighed. It just had to be him, right?
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Hermione walked down towards the lake. It had been a habit for her to go there to watch him. It was pretty late and he was probably at a victory party. Hermione sat down on her spot under the weeping willow and sighed. She leaned against the trunk and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened her eyes again to find him flying over the lake, looking in her direction. Once he spotted her, he flew towards her and got off his broom. Hermione was quiet for a while, then sighed and gave a small smile.
"Congratulations on winning the game for Slytherin, Draco Malfoy."
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A/N: You guys guessed right! Hoped you like this chappie. It really was easy to guess, right?
I need some help with my other fic, Strings. Can anyone give me some suggestions on how to continue on with the story? Otherwise I might as well have to take it down. Any suggestions? Pretty please? Thanks to all who reviewed! I really hope you guys like it.
