Hermione wasn't afraid of what was going to happen yet she wasn't looking
forward to it. She had been present and seen many fights between Malfoy and
Harry and Ron.
However, much shadowed Ron. The main rivalry was between Harry and Draco. They both had similarities despite the utter hatred passed between them.
She always knew Malfoy hated her. She knew she wanted her dead from the first year and on. He always had threatened her with the use of a foul word, 'mudblood'.
It was a very rude and conceited for a person to call another this. It meant that if you were born into a muggle family and not a pureblood family you had common blood, dirty blood. It wasn't right and not many people besides Dark wizards including the Malfoy family used it.
Hermione smiled to herself. Harry or Ron never let him get away with it. It seemed right now too that he wouldn't get away with it either.
Hermione pulled herself away from her thoughts and focused on the situation before her. She looked at Malfoy and saw his eyes glittering with malice and cold. 'Nothing different here' she thought exasperatedly. She looked at Harry and saw him staring back with an equal amount of rivalry and hatred. His intense green eyes flickered and came down in a blaze.
" So Potter, You and the Mudblood; Still together, are we?" he smirked and laughed haughtily with his friends and cronies.
" What do you mean!" Hermione asked shrilly.
Malfoy took out a folded piece of paper and threw it at them, which Harry caught without taking his eyes off Malfoy.
He opened it and let Hermione read it with him.
Still Together?
I Rita Skeeter have discovered exclusive information about Harry Potter and his personal life. This is why I write this and for all those who think Harry Potter deserves better.
Harry Potter, age 14, has just completed his 4th year at Hogwarts, and also has a girl in his life. I can tell exclusively that this girl is Hermione Granger the brainy student that we suspect has Potter still in her clutches by use of a potion. This has been taken of by no account of action.
There must be something done to separate the two. Maybe when Harry realizes the use of the Potion he will break his friendship that seems to continuously grow over the years. Who knows what the future holds yet I want all of you to know I will report any further detailing.
Rita Skeeter
Hermione looked up and saw that Harry's eyes were blazing. He didn't mind it if it wrote that she was his girl friend he didn't deny it nor did he agree. He just didn't like the way Rita Skeeter made reputations go down. He could care less if it had said Hermione was his girlfriend.
Hermione stepped a bit away from him and spoke, " I am not his girlfriend. He's my best friend and vice versa. There isn't more than a love bonded by friendship," she said calmly. 'Oh but how I wish there was' a voice said inside her. She put it away.
" She's right, nobody would believe this Rita Skeeter anyway," Harry said into the silence. He threw the paper at Malfoy's face.
Malfoy stared hard at him as if he could strangle him. " So a duel, now Potter!"
" Malfoy that wouldn't be the logical thing to do as we are in front of countless muggles," Harry said.
" Well, honestly who expected some logic from him?" Hermione said laughing sarcastically as the other students laughed too.
Harry smiled at her and turned to Malfoy whose eyes were as cold as ever.
" Here, now skating, meet you in the rink," he said and turned away with his cronies after him.
The crowd of students crowded around Harry, offering their skates and tips until they saw the skates in his hand.
He sat down and put on the roller blades. He reached into his pocket and took out a small white box. He took off his glasses and put on his contacts that made his eyes show out even brighter than before.
" Harry you do know how to skate right?" Hermione asked. She smiled knowing even if he didn't, she had made sure whoever wore those skates would know how to. She had bought them from a magical shop in the middle of London. They belonged to a retired pro-skater who said he always won tournaments with those skates and without them. They taught him much such as the importance of an honest win.
" Well I know how to but it seems Malfoy has had better training," he said to Hermione and was surprised to see she was smiling.
She leaned in to his ear and whispered, " Harry these skates are magical they will help you get better. So practice a bit and they will get you to your full potential."
Harry nodded amazed at the thought of magical skates. He shrugged and stood up and as did other Hogwarts students.
Hermione had finished putting on her skates and was helped up by Harry.
This didn't go unnoticed by students.
He skated to the edge of the rink where Hermione wished him luck and they skated to their side where most of their friends were.
They started to cheer but it soon stopped when Malfoy skated to a halt and he was holding something that looked like a puck.
" I have just talked with the owner of this place. He said that we could play a game of skate hockey in here. Seven people per team. I have already set up the goals. Here's a puck for practice. Practice for about 1 hour then we play. Get ready for a beating Gryffindors!" Malfoy smirked and walked away.
Harry started to decide who would play. He of course, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, William a 6th year, and Oliver Wood were chosen.
" This will be great practice for the quidditch season," Oliver said before skating off with his other friends.
Harry had a problem. There was one less person.
As if right on cue, a boy skated up in front of him with a hockey stick in his hand.
" Don't mind my saying, but I heard you need another person. Mind if I play?" Robert said taking his helmet off.
" Sure Robert, and thanks!" Harry said and they started to assemble.
They practiced for a few minutes and Harry and Oliver decided who would play what.
Harry, Hermione, and Robert were Offense. Oliver was goalie. Seamus, Dean, and William were defense.
Harry and Hermione filed in behind the other players and they did some tricks and fakes. To Harry's surprise he could skate quite well.
Hermione could skate almost like a pro but Harry was scared if she would get hurt.
" Hermione maybe you shouldn't play, hockey is rough. You might get hurt," Harry, said when they were hitting shots to Oliver. He seemed to be as good a goalie for hockey as he was for Quidditch.
" Harry I'll be fine!" Hermione said winking at him and Harry was convinced.
Harry pulled Hermione to the side of the rink in which he could tell her something alone. He was worried yet he knew that she would stand firm in her choices but he would give her a few tips because he couldn't count on Draco playing fair. He grasped her hand softly as he took it and she swerved to a halt.
She looked at him curiously then she noticed he wanted to talk to her alone. So she let him guide her to a deserted area of the rink.
He turned to her sharply causing her to lose her balance and fall. When she fell she caused Harry to topple with her. He landed right beside her.
They laughed and snickered as they made several unsuccessful tries to get up yet found the result to be falling back on the ground.
Harry finally hoisted himself up by holding to the railing and he helped Hermione up too.
" Hermione, I just want to tell you something about playing offense with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle," he said staring into her brown eyes.
Just then Robert came over and neither of them were annoyed by his presence.
" Good you're here Robert. I was talking to Hermione or was about to tell her some tricks about offense. I didn't want anybody to know. More specified, our opponents. As you are also playing offense, I'll tell you also. Robert you and Hermione take care of Crabbe and Goyle who look tough and all but have no coordination, Watch for any signs of Malfoy scans. Make sure you don't leave Hermione alone with the two of them. I might need some help from time to time but just one thing; Leave Malfoy to me," Harry said before skating away with a determined grim expression on his face.
Robert and Hermione stared at the retreating profiled figure of Harry standing forth; His shoulders standing broad and his head high, his chest protruding outwards, his muscles showing through his shirt.
Hermione stared at him a little longer than expected.
Robert noticed this as he turned towards her. A slight smile crept up his face and he acknowledged his understanding. " So you do fancy Harry Potter don't you? Like all the other girls I've heard of? Do you keep a statue of him and worship him? Do you keep a picture of him? Do treasure the ground he has walked on?" Robert added with a lopsided grin.
" Huh.what did you say Robert?" Hermione said throwing away her dreamy look and turning back into the regular Hermione Granger.
" 'Spect you would know by now what I am talking about?" He added in a teasing voice.
" What are you talking about?" Hermione asked her voice rising yet she was smiling. She pushed a wisp of her hair away from her face, revealing a questionable look upon her face.
" Well you would know but you were too busy gawking at someone. You do know what I am talking about, right?" Roberts said, with his lopsided grin plastered across his face, circling her.
Hermione turned beet red and exclaimed, " What are you talking about," yet she knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
" You like him don't you? You know Hermione, I thought you wouldn't take advantage of your friendship for popularity," Robert said his anger generating.
" I don't know what you are talking about!" Hermione said angrily.
" You just want to fall in love with him so he would have to love you for the sake of your friendship and so you wouldn't get hurt. So you could look all popular and all. You're not different from half the girls who like them. You're just another popularity-thirsted stereotype teenage girl," Robert said.
" I am not!" Hermione said on the verge of tears.
" Prove it. Give me some reasons why you like Harry, not for looks, famousness or popularity," Robert said defiantly.
" It is true I like a boy who is liked by many others. Yet it is also true I like him differently from others," Hermione said calmly and saw the anger in his eyes subside. She continued on. " I love the way he is always there, and is not wanting the limelight at all. I like the way he stood up for me and we became friends. I like the way his eyes glimmer in happiness, and with warmth. I like the determination in his mind. I like the way he cares about those around him rather than himself. I like the way he never put my word to question. I love him and there is nothing that changes that because he is 'famous' or 'popular'. I just don't know if he'd ever love me in return," Hermione confessed for the first time to somebody who happened to be a boy.
Silent ears leaked out of her eyes and she tried to restrain them yet they trickled down her face.
Robert felt like kicking himself and he slowly wiped away her tears, hugged her in a friendly reassuring way, and whispered an apology in her ear.
She accepted it, pulled away, and wiped her tears yet a sorrowful look was still on her face.
" Cheer up!" Robert said pleadingly. " Harry will have my head if he sees you like this!" he said smiling.
Hermione smiled and they skated away to where Harry was giving out shirts. He saw them and beckoned them over.
He handed Hermione a scarlet lined black jersey that had the emblem of the Gryffindor Lion. They were black and made of cloth and strands of silk with silver fastenings. Harry was already wearing his and the buttons came down the right shoulder to the middle of his abdomen.
Hermione smiled at the shirts. They were rather attractive and pretty.
" Hermione I think it might be a bit to big for you," Harry said taking it from her hand and holding it up to her chest and body. He placed her hand in his and held it against her waist at approximately where it should be and he placed a couple of pins there.
" So what do I do then?" Hermione asked disappointedly.
" Neville's Grandma is over there along with Seamus's mother. They will fix the problem with the simple-shrinking spell," he said handing it to her.
" Okay," Hermione said and walked to the designated area.
" Robert here's yours. Um..I know you're not a Hogwarts student but we treat all friends like equals, as do others," Harry said smiling.
Robert inwardly understood why Hermione was in love with the boy in front of him. More as thought of like a man. " Thanks Harry," he said.
Hermione walked over to Neville's grandmother and Seamus's mother and told them her predicament, " I would really appreciate it if you could shrink it or fix it," Hermione said desperately.
The two women looked up from their coffee and smiled at her and Seamus's mom came up to her and said: " Where it for a minute. Ah that's it and wait." she cast the spell quietly and the shirt shrunk until it fitted her perfectly.
" I feel a bit hot," Hermione said as she realized she had her other tee- shirt underneath with a tank top.
" Oh then you should take off your tee-shirt and wear something else inside. Just in case," Neville's grandmother said winking and obviously disapproving for a girl to take part in sports.
" Thanks for everything!" Hermione said before heading off to the restroom. She walked into a stall and took of the shirt and her tee shirt. She put the shirt on top of her tank top. She was ready to play now. She looked at herself in the mirror and she looked really good. It fitted her perfectly and fell perfectly on every curve and delicate shape of her body. She was wearing black boot cut jeans so it was perfect for a match.
She turned around and noticed a girl with beet red hair staring at her.
" Ginny what are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
" What are you doing here?" She asked in a rage filled voice.
Hermione stared at her hard. Ginny hadn't grown at all. Her body wasn't very developed and she didn't have much of a flat stomach.
" Hermione I came with a friend and saw you with Harry. What were you doing here?'' Ginny asked her smile faltering.
" I was here with Harry because he's at my house for the summer. Why do you ask?" Hermione asked feeling quite uncomfortable.
" No reason," Ginny merely said and walked out of the bathroom where her other friends were waiting for her. Before she reached the door she said, " Are you playing in that game with Harry, is that why you are wearing that?" Ginny asked suspiciously pointing at the shirt and eyeing it with utter jealousy.
" Why yes Ginny," Hermione said pointing to what she was wearing.
Ginny stared resentfully at her and left.
Hermione was in a confused state. She shrugged and skated over to where Robert and Harry were.
When she came she saw Robert and Harry were both wearing theirs. She walked by them and joined their conversation.
Harry looked her over and said, " You look wonderful Hermione," he said not embarrassed at what he said.
" Yes you do look very nice," Robert said as he looked at her.
" Thanks! Well you two don't look that bad as well," she said punching their shoulder's playfully.
They smiled at each other and laughed.
A whistle shrilled and silence crept through.
" Hermione, Robert ready?" Harry asked and he hit his fist with Robert's and he just hugged Hermione form the side with one hand around her waist. He let go and handed Hermione her stick.
They assembled in the order they were supposed to be in. It seemed all the crowd at the skating park was there watching in anticipation.
Harry met Malfoy in the middle of the rink and they took their positions and Harry saw Hermione at his right and Robert at his left over his shoulder.
He bent down and stared at Malfoy hard.
A referee came and said if they were ready.
They both responded not taking their eyes off each other.
The whistle shrilled again and the man threw the puck up and it was falling and it hit the ground.
Harry made his first move and hit the puck a few feet before starting down to the goal.
However, much shadowed Ron. The main rivalry was between Harry and Draco. They both had similarities despite the utter hatred passed between them.
She always knew Malfoy hated her. She knew she wanted her dead from the first year and on. He always had threatened her with the use of a foul word, 'mudblood'.
It was a very rude and conceited for a person to call another this. It meant that if you were born into a muggle family and not a pureblood family you had common blood, dirty blood. It wasn't right and not many people besides Dark wizards including the Malfoy family used it.
Hermione smiled to herself. Harry or Ron never let him get away with it. It seemed right now too that he wouldn't get away with it either.
Hermione pulled herself away from her thoughts and focused on the situation before her. She looked at Malfoy and saw his eyes glittering with malice and cold. 'Nothing different here' she thought exasperatedly. She looked at Harry and saw him staring back with an equal amount of rivalry and hatred. His intense green eyes flickered and came down in a blaze.
" So Potter, You and the Mudblood; Still together, are we?" he smirked and laughed haughtily with his friends and cronies.
" What do you mean!" Hermione asked shrilly.
Malfoy took out a folded piece of paper and threw it at them, which Harry caught without taking his eyes off Malfoy.
He opened it and let Hermione read it with him.
Still Together?
I Rita Skeeter have discovered exclusive information about Harry Potter and his personal life. This is why I write this and for all those who think Harry Potter deserves better.
Harry Potter, age 14, has just completed his 4th year at Hogwarts, and also has a girl in his life. I can tell exclusively that this girl is Hermione Granger the brainy student that we suspect has Potter still in her clutches by use of a potion. This has been taken of by no account of action.
There must be something done to separate the two. Maybe when Harry realizes the use of the Potion he will break his friendship that seems to continuously grow over the years. Who knows what the future holds yet I want all of you to know I will report any further detailing.
Rita Skeeter
Hermione looked up and saw that Harry's eyes were blazing. He didn't mind it if it wrote that she was his girl friend he didn't deny it nor did he agree. He just didn't like the way Rita Skeeter made reputations go down. He could care less if it had said Hermione was his girlfriend.
Hermione stepped a bit away from him and spoke, " I am not his girlfriend. He's my best friend and vice versa. There isn't more than a love bonded by friendship," she said calmly. 'Oh but how I wish there was' a voice said inside her. She put it away.
" She's right, nobody would believe this Rita Skeeter anyway," Harry said into the silence. He threw the paper at Malfoy's face.
Malfoy stared hard at him as if he could strangle him. " So a duel, now Potter!"
" Malfoy that wouldn't be the logical thing to do as we are in front of countless muggles," Harry said.
" Well, honestly who expected some logic from him?" Hermione said laughing sarcastically as the other students laughed too.
Harry smiled at her and turned to Malfoy whose eyes were as cold as ever.
" Here, now skating, meet you in the rink," he said and turned away with his cronies after him.
The crowd of students crowded around Harry, offering their skates and tips until they saw the skates in his hand.
He sat down and put on the roller blades. He reached into his pocket and took out a small white box. He took off his glasses and put on his contacts that made his eyes show out even brighter than before.
" Harry you do know how to skate right?" Hermione asked. She smiled knowing even if he didn't, she had made sure whoever wore those skates would know how to. She had bought them from a magical shop in the middle of London. They belonged to a retired pro-skater who said he always won tournaments with those skates and without them. They taught him much such as the importance of an honest win.
" Well I know how to but it seems Malfoy has had better training," he said to Hermione and was surprised to see she was smiling.
She leaned in to his ear and whispered, " Harry these skates are magical they will help you get better. So practice a bit and they will get you to your full potential."
Harry nodded amazed at the thought of magical skates. He shrugged and stood up and as did other Hogwarts students.
Hermione had finished putting on her skates and was helped up by Harry.
This didn't go unnoticed by students.
He skated to the edge of the rink where Hermione wished him luck and they skated to their side where most of their friends were.
They started to cheer but it soon stopped when Malfoy skated to a halt and he was holding something that looked like a puck.
" I have just talked with the owner of this place. He said that we could play a game of skate hockey in here. Seven people per team. I have already set up the goals. Here's a puck for practice. Practice for about 1 hour then we play. Get ready for a beating Gryffindors!" Malfoy smirked and walked away.
Harry started to decide who would play. He of course, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, William a 6th year, and Oliver Wood were chosen.
" This will be great practice for the quidditch season," Oliver said before skating off with his other friends.
Harry had a problem. There was one less person.
As if right on cue, a boy skated up in front of him with a hockey stick in his hand.
" Don't mind my saying, but I heard you need another person. Mind if I play?" Robert said taking his helmet off.
" Sure Robert, and thanks!" Harry said and they started to assemble.
They practiced for a few minutes and Harry and Oliver decided who would play what.
Harry, Hermione, and Robert were Offense. Oliver was goalie. Seamus, Dean, and William were defense.
Harry and Hermione filed in behind the other players and they did some tricks and fakes. To Harry's surprise he could skate quite well.
Hermione could skate almost like a pro but Harry was scared if she would get hurt.
" Hermione maybe you shouldn't play, hockey is rough. You might get hurt," Harry, said when they were hitting shots to Oliver. He seemed to be as good a goalie for hockey as he was for Quidditch.
" Harry I'll be fine!" Hermione said winking at him and Harry was convinced.
Harry pulled Hermione to the side of the rink in which he could tell her something alone. He was worried yet he knew that she would stand firm in her choices but he would give her a few tips because he couldn't count on Draco playing fair. He grasped her hand softly as he took it and she swerved to a halt.
She looked at him curiously then she noticed he wanted to talk to her alone. So she let him guide her to a deserted area of the rink.
He turned to her sharply causing her to lose her balance and fall. When she fell she caused Harry to topple with her. He landed right beside her.
They laughed and snickered as they made several unsuccessful tries to get up yet found the result to be falling back on the ground.
Harry finally hoisted himself up by holding to the railing and he helped Hermione up too.
" Hermione, I just want to tell you something about playing offense with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle," he said staring into her brown eyes.
Just then Robert came over and neither of them were annoyed by his presence.
" Good you're here Robert. I was talking to Hermione or was about to tell her some tricks about offense. I didn't want anybody to know. More specified, our opponents. As you are also playing offense, I'll tell you also. Robert you and Hermione take care of Crabbe and Goyle who look tough and all but have no coordination, Watch for any signs of Malfoy scans. Make sure you don't leave Hermione alone with the two of them. I might need some help from time to time but just one thing; Leave Malfoy to me," Harry said before skating away with a determined grim expression on his face.
Robert and Hermione stared at the retreating profiled figure of Harry standing forth; His shoulders standing broad and his head high, his chest protruding outwards, his muscles showing through his shirt.
Hermione stared at him a little longer than expected.
Robert noticed this as he turned towards her. A slight smile crept up his face and he acknowledged his understanding. " So you do fancy Harry Potter don't you? Like all the other girls I've heard of? Do you keep a statue of him and worship him? Do you keep a picture of him? Do treasure the ground he has walked on?" Robert added with a lopsided grin.
" Huh.what did you say Robert?" Hermione said throwing away her dreamy look and turning back into the regular Hermione Granger.
" 'Spect you would know by now what I am talking about?" He added in a teasing voice.
" What are you talking about?" Hermione asked her voice rising yet she was smiling. She pushed a wisp of her hair away from her face, revealing a questionable look upon her face.
" Well you would know but you were too busy gawking at someone. You do know what I am talking about, right?" Roberts said, with his lopsided grin plastered across his face, circling her.
Hermione turned beet red and exclaimed, " What are you talking about," yet she knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
" You like him don't you? You know Hermione, I thought you wouldn't take advantage of your friendship for popularity," Robert said his anger generating.
" I don't know what you are talking about!" Hermione said angrily.
" You just want to fall in love with him so he would have to love you for the sake of your friendship and so you wouldn't get hurt. So you could look all popular and all. You're not different from half the girls who like them. You're just another popularity-thirsted stereotype teenage girl," Robert said.
" I am not!" Hermione said on the verge of tears.
" Prove it. Give me some reasons why you like Harry, not for looks, famousness or popularity," Robert said defiantly.
" It is true I like a boy who is liked by many others. Yet it is also true I like him differently from others," Hermione said calmly and saw the anger in his eyes subside. She continued on. " I love the way he is always there, and is not wanting the limelight at all. I like the way he stood up for me and we became friends. I like the way his eyes glimmer in happiness, and with warmth. I like the determination in his mind. I like the way he cares about those around him rather than himself. I like the way he never put my word to question. I love him and there is nothing that changes that because he is 'famous' or 'popular'. I just don't know if he'd ever love me in return," Hermione confessed for the first time to somebody who happened to be a boy.
Silent ears leaked out of her eyes and she tried to restrain them yet they trickled down her face.
Robert felt like kicking himself and he slowly wiped away her tears, hugged her in a friendly reassuring way, and whispered an apology in her ear.
She accepted it, pulled away, and wiped her tears yet a sorrowful look was still on her face.
" Cheer up!" Robert said pleadingly. " Harry will have my head if he sees you like this!" he said smiling.
Hermione smiled and they skated away to where Harry was giving out shirts. He saw them and beckoned them over.
He handed Hermione a scarlet lined black jersey that had the emblem of the Gryffindor Lion. They were black and made of cloth and strands of silk with silver fastenings. Harry was already wearing his and the buttons came down the right shoulder to the middle of his abdomen.
Hermione smiled at the shirts. They were rather attractive and pretty.
" Hermione I think it might be a bit to big for you," Harry said taking it from her hand and holding it up to her chest and body. He placed her hand in his and held it against her waist at approximately where it should be and he placed a couple of pins there.
" So what do I do then?" Hermione asked disappointedly.
" Neville's Grandma is over there along with Seamus's mother. They will fix the problem with the simple-shrinking spell," he said handing it to her.
" Okay," Hermione said and walked to the designated area.
" Robert here's yours. Um..I know you're not a Hogwarts student but we treat all friends like equals, as do others," Harry said smiling.
Robert inwardly understood why Hermione was in love with the boy in front of him. More as thought of like a man. " Thanks Harry," he said.
Hermione walked over to Neville's grandmother and Seamus's mother and told them her predicament, " I would really appreciate it if you could shrink it or fix it," Hermione said desperately.
The two women looked up from their coffee and smiled at her and Seamus's mom came up to her and said: " Where it for a minute. Ah that's it and wait." she cast the spell quietly and the shirt shrunk until it fitted her perfectly.
" I feel a bit hot," Hermione said as she realized she had her other tee- shirt underneath with a tank top.
" Oh then you should take off your tee-shirt and wear something else inside. Just in case," Neville's grandmother said winking and obviously disapproving for a girl to take part in sports.
" Thanks for everything!" Hermione said before heading off to the restroom. She walked into a stall and took of the shirt and her tee shirt. She put the shirt on top of her tank top. She was ready to play now. She looked at herself in the mirror and she looked really good. It fitted her perfectly and fell perfectly on every curve and delicate shape of her body. She was wearing black boot cut jeans so it was perfect for a match.
She turned around and noticed a girl with beet red hair staring at her.
" Ginny what are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
" What are you doing here?" She asked in a rage filled voice.
Hermione stared at her hard. Ginny hadn't grown at all. Her body wasn't very developed and she didn't have much of a flat stomach.
" Hermione I came with a friend and saw you with Harry. What were you doing here?'' Ginny asked her smile faltering.
" I was here with Harry because he's at my house for the summer. Why do you ask?" Hermione asked feeling quite uncomfortable.
" No reason," Ginny merely said and walked out of the bathroom where her other friends were waiting for her. Before she reached the door she said, " Are you playing in that game with Harry, is that why you are wearing that?" Ginny asked suspiciously pointing at the shirt and eyeing it with utter jealousy.
" Why yes Ginny," Hermione said pointing to what she was wearing.
Ginny stared resentfully at her and left.
Hermione was in a confused state. She shrugged and skated over to where Robert and Harry were.
When she came she saw Robert and Harry were both wearing theirs. She walked by them and joined their conversation.
Harry looked her over and said, " You look wonderful Hermione," he said not embarrassed at what he said.
" Yes you do look very nice," Robert said as he looked at her.
" Thanks! Well you two don't look that bad as well," she said punching their shoulder's playfully.
They smiled at each other and laughed.
A whistle shrilled and silence crept through.
" Hermione, Robert ready?" Harry asked and he hit his fist with Robert's and he just hugged Hermione form the side with one hand around her waist. He let go and handed Hermione her stick.
They assembled in the order they were supposed to be in. It seemed all the crowd at the skating park was there watching in anticipation.
Harry met Malfoy in the middle of the rink and they took their positions and Harry saw Hermione at his right and Robert at his left over his shoulder.
He bent down and stared at Malfoy hard.
A referee came and said if they were ready.
They both responded not taking their eyes off each other.
The whistle shrilled again and the man threw the puck up and it was falling and it hit the ground.
Harry made his first move and hit the puck a few feet before starting down to the goal.