(A/N: Once again, a big thank you to everyone who reviewed! Enjoy this
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Disclaimer: Alright, I'm just going to put this in for the whole story! I do not own the characters, setting or anything else you might recognize. It all belongs to JK Rowling!
..and so the story continues.
~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER TWENTY TWO- Quidditch
"C'mon you three! You *have to eat!" Hermione pleaded.
Ginny, Ron, and Harry all took one bite out of something and continued to fidget and stare off into space.
Hermione sighed, it was pointless, all three were stubborn. Hermione herself always was nervous before matches. It was a dangerous game, no matter how Harry or Ron tried to convince her. But on days like today, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, it was exceptionally dangerous, and important to win.
"Alright, we better head down there to change" Harry said as he stood up, motioning to the other players sitting at the long table.
"Bye Hermione!" Ginny said.
"Bye! Good luck! And be careful you three!" Hermione shouted at them.
"We will" Ginny reassured her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione stood wearing her typical Gryffindor scarf with Luna at her right wearing her enormous Lion hat, and Neville at her left surrounded by other Gryffindors. Directly opposite the field were the Slytherin's all decked out in their green and silver assortments.
Soon, both teams walked out onto the field. Everyone cheered. As the players mounted their brooms, Hermione's eyes were drawn to Draco who seemed to be eyeing the Gryffindor crowd. She was tempted to wave and shout but Hermione knew that it would cause trouble.
Draco turned his attention back on the game. Ron jaw was already set, Harry gripped his broomstick harder, and Ginny flung her hair over her shoulder.
"I want a fair game," Madame Hooch said as she blew the whistle and flung the quaffle into the air.
"Quaffle taken by Seamus Finnegan. He's going, and OH! Quaffle intercepted by Zabini. He's going, He's going, and YES! Nice save by Ron Weasley!"
The game lasted for more than an hour. It was the final round and the score was Slytherin-80 Gryffindor-80. Both teams were extremely exhausted it was easy to tell.
Harry had dived twice for the snitch but had no such luck in catching it. Draco on the other hand, had once come quite close to catching it, but a coming bludger had distracted him. It was a tight game, the tightest Hermione had ever experienced. She stood practically off the platform, leaning far over the edge hoping to catch every detail of the game.
But suddenly, violently, Draco spun his broom around and headed straight towards the ground, which could mean only one thing: He had seen the snitch. Harry catching on faster than many in the crowd followed.
Both boys were almost at a straight line. Hermione sharply took in a breath and held it for what seemed like forever. She leaned further over the barrier.
~*~*~*~*
Draco had never been on such a sharp dive before. But he pushed the thought out of his head and concentrated on getting closer to the snitch hovering a few precious feet away from his outstretched hand. He felt a gush of wind and knew that Potter was close behind him. If only he could reach the snitch!
Draco dared to creep further up on his broom, balancing himself with one hand. It was tricky business but he managed to support himself alright.
But suddenly, the snitch changed directions, something Draco wasn't expecting. He turned his broom, following the golden little ball, as he saw out of the corner of his eye, Hermione, leaning over the barrier.
And in that one second in time, the snitch flew upward, but Draco did not realize it until it was too late. He desperately tried to bring his broom up but he was already going too fast. The crowd was absolutely silent. Draco closed his eyes, and heard a single scream that pierced the silence. Hermione.
Disclaimer: Alright, I'm just going to put this in for the whole story! I do not own the characters, setting or anything else you might recognize. It all belongs to JK Rowling!
..and so the story continues.
~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER TWENTY TWO- Quidditch
"C'mon you three! You *have to eat!" Hermione pleaded.
Ginny, Ron, and Harry all took one bite out of something and continued to fidget and stare off into space.
Hermione sighed, it was pointless, all three were stubborn. Hermione herself always was nervous before matches. It was a dangerous game, no matter how Harry or Ron tried to convince her. But on days like today, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, it was exceptionally dangerous, and important to win.
"Alright, we better head down there to change" Harry said as he stood up, motioning to the other players sitting at the long table.
"Bye Hermione!" Ginny said.
"Bye! Good luck! And be careful you three!" Hermione shouted at them.
"We will" Ginny reassured her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione stood wearing her typical Gryffindor scarf with Luna at her right wearing her enormous Lion hat, and Neville at her left surrounded by other Gryffindors. Directly opposite the field were the Slytherin's all decked out in their green and silver assortments.
Soon, both teams walked out onto the field. Everyone cheered. As the players mounted their brooms, Hermione's eyes were drawn to Draco who seemed to be eyeing the Gryffindor crowd. She was tempted to wave and shout but Hermione knew that it would cause trouble.
Draco turned his attention back on the game. Ron jaw was already set, Harry gripped his broomstick harder, and Ginny flung her hair over her shoulder.
"I want a fair game," Madame Hooch said as she blew the whistle and flung the quaffle into the air.
"Quaffle taken by Seamus Finnegan. He's going, and OH! Quaffle intercepted by Zabini. He's going, He's going, and YES! Nice save by Ron Weasley!"
The game lasted for more than an hour. It was the final round and the score was Slytherin-80 Gryffindor-80. Both teams were extremely exhausted it was easy to tell.
Harry had dived twice for the snitch but had no such luck in catching it. Draco on the other hand, had once come quite close to catching it, but a coming bludger had distracted him. It was a tight game, the tightest Hermione had ever experienced. She stood practically off the platform, leaning far over the edge hoping to catch every detail of the game.
But suddenly, violently, Draco spun his broom around and headed straight towards the ground, which could mean only one thing: He had seen the snitch. Harry catching on faster than many in the crowd followed.
Both boys were almost at a straight line. Hermione sharply took in a breath and held it for what seemed like forever. She leaned further over the barrier.
~*~*~*~*
Draco had never been on such a sharp dive before. But he pushed the thought out of his head and concentrated on getting closer to the snitch hovering a few precious feet away from his outstretched hand. He felt a gush of wind and knew that Potter was close behind him. If only he could reach the snitch!
Draco dared to creep further up on his broom, balancing himself with one hand. It was tricky business but he managed to support himself alright.
But suddenly, the snitch changed directions, something Draco wasn't expecting. He turned his broom, following the golden little ball, as he saw out of the corner of his eye, Hermione, leaning over the barrier.
And in that one second in time, the snitch flew upward, but Draco did not realize it until it was too late. He desperately tried to bring his broom up but he was already going too fast. The crowd was absolutely silent. Draco closed his eyes, and heard a single scream that pierced the silence. Hermione.