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Setting: (its 6:58, the Slytherin team has been talking and hanging out for a little bit. Draco walks into the middle of the Quidditch field to "get the quidditch balls". The team is in their uniform and start to walk off into the locker rooms behind the Slytherin tower.)
Hermione hid behind a tree pretending to read a book as she waited for the last of the Slytherin players to disappear into the locker room. As soon as the coast was clear, she scurried into the middle of the playing field to where Draco was. The sun was just about to go down and the lights around playing field went on. Draco's hair was messy and on certain spots you could see sweat spots seeping through his green uniform.
"I never saw you look like that before." He said in a stunned toned of voice.
Since Hermione didn't have a Quidditch uniform, she was equipped with a black Hogwarts tee-shirt with navy-blue sweat pants.
"Thanks if that's a compliment," she said with a blush.
Draco first explained to her the basics that she already knew, and then he taught her how to keep an eye out for two different bludgers at the same time. He showed her different moves with the broomstick to get away from opponents. Draco didn't dare teach her any offence moves with the doubt that she wouldn't tell Harry any of it when she was finished.
"You're going to wear my equipment," Draco said seriously, "It won't hurt as much if I get hit with anything that you are unable to block, because I have been hit before."
Hermione nodded as she watched him take off his padding. Then, she incompliantly put on his pads. They were still a little wet with sweat, but she didn't mind; she now had something to blame for if she did start to glisten.
When that was done she hopped onto her broom.
"Put the away Granger, we're both riding mine." Draco said as he picked his broomstick up off the ground.
"Alright, but I don't think we're going to fit." She confessed
He chuckled "Please, I was able to fit two first year from Hufflepuff with me on this broom."
"Well, okay." She sighed. And with that, she placed herself in front of him on the broomstick. He told her to fly over to the Quidditch balls, and when she did he released the bludgers and the snitch.
"What if I don't catch the snitch?"
"It'll come back as soon as we both give up on it."
For an hour Hermione scrambled and wobbled the broomstick as Draco tried to help her ride the it more smoothly (she knew how to ride a broomstick, she just couldn't ride it so fast). She never went higher then 10 feet in the air. As soon as she started to get the hang of it, a bludger came out of nowhere from her left side.
"Watch it!" Draco said alertly, and he immediately grabbed Hermione and let the bludger bolt at the back of his shoulder. Both of them were knocked off the broom, by the force of the hit, they hit the ground with a thud, and landed into an awkward position. Hermione had hit the ground first, and Draco broke from falling on top of her by throwing one arm onto the ground and pushing off to his side.
"Bloody Hell Hermione; pay more attention on the broom next time alright?" He said in an annoyed but calm voice.
"Sorry," she answered embarrassedly.
They were silent for a moment as they watched the bludgers land onto the ground hardly, then stopped moving completely. Hermione broke the silence.
"Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Good because I did."
They both looked at each other, and without any sign, she kissed him hard on the lips. For her surprise, he didn't pull away.
She didn't know why she was kissing him. For years he had made her feel lower then dirt; for years, she wished he were dead. But, ever since that night at Study hall, she felt as if he thought of her like a human, like a girl, like an equal. And as she kissed him, she felt a sweet satisfaction flow through her body, she knew that he would no longer hate her, and she would never hate him again..
Setting: (its 6:58, the Slytherin team has been talking and hanging out for a little bit. Draco walks into the middle of the Quidditch field to "get the quidditch balls". The team is in their uniform and start to walk off into the locker rooms behind the Slytherin tower.)
Hermione hid behind a tree pretending to read a book as she waited for the last of the Slytherin players to disappear into the locker room. As soon as the coast was clear, she scurried into the middle of the playing field to where Draco was. The sun was just about to go down and the lights around playing field went on. Draco's hair was messy and on certain spots you could see sweat spots seeping through his green uniform.
"I never saw you look like that before." He said in a stunned toned of voice.
Since Hermione didn't have a Quidditch uniform, she was equipped with a black Hogwarts tee-shirt with navy-blue sweat pants.
"Thanks if that's a compliment," she said with a blush.
Draco first explained to her the basics that she already knew, and then he taught her how to keep an eye out for two different bludgers at the same time. He showed her different moves with the broomstick to get away from opponents. Draco didn't dare teach her any offence moves with the doubt that she wouldn't tell Harry any of it when she was finished.
"You're going to wear my equipment," Draco said seriously, "It won't hurt as much if I get hit with anything that you are unable to block, because I have been hit before."
Hermione nodded as she watched him take off his padding. Then, she incompliantly put on his pads. They were still a little wet with sweat, but she didn't mind; she now had something to blame for if she did start to glisten.
When that was done she hopped onto her broom.
"Put the away Granger, we're both riding mine." Draco said as he picked his broomstick up off the ground.
"Alright, but I don't think we're going to fit." She confessed
He chuckled "Please, I was able to fit two first year from Hufflepuff with me on this broom."
"Well, okay." She sighed. And with that, she placed herself in front of him on the broomstick. He told her to fly over to the Quidditch balls, and when she did he released the bludgers and the snitch.
"What if I don't catch the snitch?"
"It'll come back as soon as we both give up on it."
For an hour Hermione scrambled and wobbled the broomstick as Draco tried to help her ride the it more smoothly (she knew how to ride a broomstick, she just couldn't ride it so fast). She never went higher then 10 feet in the air. As soon as she started to get the hang of it, a bludger came out of nowhere from her left side.
"Watch it!" Draco said alertly, and he immediately grabbed Hermione and let the bludger bolt at the back of his shoulder. Both of them were knocked off the broom, by the force of the hit, they hit the ground with a thud, and landed into an awkward position. Hermione had hit the ground first, and Draco broke from falling on top of her by throwing one arm onto the ground and pushing off to his side.
"Bloody Hell Hermione; pay more attention on the broom next time alright?" He said in an annoyed but calm voice.
"Sorry," she answered embarrassedly.
They were silent for a moment as they watched the bludgers land onto the ground hardly, then stopped moving completely. Hermione broke the silence.
"Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Good because I did."
They both looked at each other, and without any sign, she kissed him hard on the lips. For her surprise, he didn't pull away.
She didn't know why she was kissing him. For years he had made her feel lower then dirt; for years, she wished he were dead. But, ever since that night at Study hall, she felt as if he thought of her like a human, like a girl, like an equal. And as she kissed him, she felt a sweet satisfaction flow through her body, she knew that he would no longer hate her, and she would never hate him again..