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A/N: R&R

DRACO

Draco ran two gel-streaked hands through his hair, giving it a windblown effect. A set of emerald green Quidditch robe were pulled over his head while he walked went downstairs and climbed back up to Hermione's room.

"Hey, are you coming to the match?"

Hermione looked up, and there was mischief in the air around her. Draco sensed something, but he couldn't place a finger on where.

"Yeah, I'm coming, but I don't know what colors to wear."

"Well, you might as well wear red, but cheer for me will you?"

She threw a pillow at him. "Why not? I'm already stretched between the Gryffindors and duties. But you go ahead. If people saw us walking together…"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Reps again. I wonder, what would Potter say if you told him we were friends?"

She gave a hollow laugh. "You don't want to know."

~~~ Later……

Draco was the captain of the team, being one of the best players, and he was still Seeker. The Slytherins had managed to get a girl in the team, she was a cousin of Pansy, but not so puggish.

"All right team. Are we going to beat those Muggle-lovers and Mudbloods today?" The others roared and clapped each other on the backs.

"Yes!" Their voices could barely be heard as gusts blew around them, threatening to pull off their scarves.

He was so tired of playing this charade, but it was the only rep he'd had.

"Great! We've been practicing forever, so we'd better win." He really wanted to beat that stupid Potter.

Once they'd gotten on the field, he cast his eyes around, looking for Hermione. He saw her in the Gryffindor stand, and gave her a small smile. She gave a charming wink, and waved back.

"All right folks," the announcer's voice screamed into the mike, "Are you READY?"

The crowd screamed and clapped. Draco could see Professor McGonagall rolling her eyes as Lee went on to great bravado to give a speech on why the Gryffindors should win.

"And those slimy Sly-"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry miss, got off. Anyway, let the game begin!"

The teams kicked off into the chilly air, each determined to win. Halfway up, Draco was nearly knocked off his broom by a rouge bludger, sent by the newest Beater on the other side, Dean Thomas.

He sneered at Draco, yelling in the wind, "Nervous, Your Highness?"

"Not a chance Mudblood!" He whipped around and raced higher, silver eyes scanning for the Snitch.

"And the Slytherins are winning, with ten points….GO ALICIA! GET THAT QUAFFLE IN! GRYFFINDORS SCORE!!!!!! And the keepers not that happy either, he sends off the Quaffle, Zabini gets it, heading towards the Gryffindor side- SAVE IT RON! Yes he saves it but-"

The Gryffindors booed, Naomi, Pansy's cousin just knocked a bludger into Ron's gut, Draco cheering her on.

"Nice one, Nayie!" (A/N: No Nayie, not you.)

"Thanks!"

"And that has got to hurt Ron, ooh, he's groaning but- YEAH! HE gets up and sends the Quaffle off.……HAS MALFOY SEEN THE SNITCH?"

Draco'd been trying to get Potter off his tail, and he was racing to the ground, wondering if a Feint would be good, the wind was whistling in his ears, Potter was still trailing him, looking panicked at the ground for the Snitch that wasn't there, and then Draco pulled just in time as Harry rammed into the ground.

The Gryffindors groaned and booed, while the Slytherins clapped in glee. Harry managed to get up on his broom again and was back into play.

Then Draco saw it. The Snitch! A golden glint, trailing over the ground. He raced back down, Potter hung wondering if it was another Feint, but then he saw it too, and they were neck to neck, Draco thought the wind would blow him off-course, and then he reached out his hand… He caught the Snitch!

Everyone went wild and Harry groaned, looking up at the sky. Draco didn't feel the cold, just his teammates cheering.

"OH MAN, THE SLYTHERINS WON! BUT WHAT A GAME!"

~~~ Later……

Draco got out of the showers, telling everyone that he'd follow later. Back in his school robes, he went outside.

The gusts of wind still roared in the air and he shivered, wondering whether he should go back in. Then he spotted Hermione, on her own and heading towards the castle.

"Hermione!" Looking around, she saw him and cheered.

"Congratulations! I've never seen Harry so angry!"

"Thanks." A thought came to Draco's head, and he took Hermione's hand. "C'mon. I want to show you something."

Pulling her along, he went past the field and into a path along the forest. Golden and crimson leaves scattered the grounds. "Where are you taking me?"

"Just close your eyes." He gently closed her eyes and led her to an opening, by the lake.

"Now can I open them?"

"Go ahead."

Draco released Hermione from his grasp, and she gasped.

He'd brought her to a cliff, which wasn't too high, and it fell away to crystalline blue depths of the lake. The sun was setting and gave off a golden hue to everything around them, and red crimson and rose pink streaks were streaked through the sky.

"It's so… wonderful," Hermione finally managed to breathe, "How'd you find this place?"

"It's my favorite thinking point. I used to go here a lot to brood. Especially that year when my mother died."

"Oh. The view is really nice though."

"Yeah." His eyes glinted in a sad way, taking in the view.

Hermione tapped his shoulder. "We should get going now."

"All right then."

He turned to leave, but Hermione gave Draco a small hug. "Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome." He shivered in the cold night air. Silvery stars were appearing in the sky, and the moon had just started to fade into view. "We really better get going."

"Okay. Wait, you lead the way, I don't know my way back."

He laughed, his breath coming out in a mist. "Very well. Follow me."

A/N: DRACO!