A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Again, sorry it was a long break, but I have
exams this week! (pandagrrl – they were in a separate classroom)
Chapter 4 – The Date?
Hermione closed her eyes and savored the moment, the wind blowing in their face, soaring way above the ground.
"Hermione, watch out!"
Hermione ducked, just as a bludger zoomed past her head.
"Thanks Harry!" she yelled.
"Anytime!" he replied with a smile, cheeks red, hair messed up in a wind-blown look.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were playing Quidditch on a lazy afternoon, letting the bludgers fly loose, passing the quaffle to each other while scoring goals and switching teams to defend the hoops against each other, and zooming after the snitch when they spotted it. They played the whole afternoon, and it was getting dark.
"Hey Hermione, Harry and I have tons of work to do from McGonagall,-"
"Go do it, I'll be fine. Here, just put the quaffle back since I can't exactly play myself. I think I'll practice aiming the bludgers through the hoops."
Harry, who had just flown in, said, "I don't think they fit through the hoops."
"Really? Well, we'll have to see." Hermione smacked a bludger towards the hoop at the opposite end. It narrowly missed.
"Darn. That was close. I'll go get-"
"You guys have work to do. Get out of here!" Hermione yelled over her shoulder, speeding after the bludger.
"Alright Hermione. Come to the common room when you're done!"
"I will!" she called back.
Hermione had fun hitting the bludgers at the hoops, though her aim was still in need of some serious work. When she got bored of the bludgers, she'd chase the snitch around without prevail.
"Trying to be like Potface, eh? You love him that much?"
"What are you doing here Malfoy?"
"It's my field as much as it is yours."
"Whatever, just stay out of my way."
"Don't tell me what to do Granger."
"Not on a first name basis anymore, are we?"
Malfoy smirked. "So you remember. Tell me, do you think about it all the time?"
"Hah! You wish Malfoy. I have better things to do." She said laughing as she raced after the snitch, which had just glinted from the other side of the field.
"Damn she's hot...her smile, the sparkle of her eyes...Ah, shut the fuck up Malfoy..." he said to himself.
"Agh!" Malfoy ducked just in time as a bludger went past his head.
"Watch out!" Hermione yelled as it blazed past him.
"Were you trying to hit me?"
"No, of course not!"
"Granger, don't mess with me..."
"Draco, I didn't try to hit you. My aim's pathetic anyway."
"Trying to get cozy with me? Want to continue what we did the other night?"
"Get out of here, or I will try to hit you!"
"What did I say about giving me-"
"Orders?" Hermione finished.
"So you're trying to piss me off?"
"I wanted to have the field to myself, if you have to know."
"You're stuck up, you little bitch."
"Oh, and you're not? Good one, really." She flashed a smile.
Suddenly, Draco sped towards her and put his hand out.
"Got it!" he showed the snitch in his hand.
"Nice one!"
"Of course." He was so close to her that he could smell the sweet, fresh scent of her hair. Her long lashes fluttered lightly, revealing deep brown eyes.
"Fuck!" Draco cursed as a bludger hit him in the stomache, skimming Hermione's robes.
Hermione suppressed a smile.
"You think it's funny, don't you?"
"No!" she said, obviously lying.
"Ugh..." he groaned.
"Does it really hurt?"
"Well let's see Granger...use that head of yours. A bludger just fucking knocked the wind out of my stomache. Does it hurt?"
"I'm sorry, are you ok?" she said, coming towards him.
"You shouldn't leave bludgers flying around."
"Sorry...but you were in the way-just kidding!" she added as he flashed a glare.
"Here, I'll make up for it." She said, trying to think of what she could possibly give Malfoy.
"You better."
"Here." She handed him the bat. You can hit me back, and we'll be even."
It was Draco's turn to laugh. "You're crazy."
"What, can't bear to hit a girl?"
"I'll tell you what I want from you."
"What?"
"C'mere." He said with a sly smile.
"What?"
"Closer."
Hermione rolled her eyes, landed, and stood next to him, feeling his hand hit her butt hard.
"That's a nice piece of ass you have there, Granger." He said, taking off and speeding away on his broom.
"You little bastard!"
"Bastard? No, I'm just hot."
"You're hopeless, really."
"Granger I just like to have fun in life, unlike you."
"Whatever Malfoy. I'm out." Said Hermione turning back towards the castle.
"Hey Granger!"
"Yeah?"
"C'mere."
"Get out of here."
"No really, I want to ask you something."
"Ask from there."
"Granger, you could try to be a little friendlier, you know."
"Why? You're mean as hell to me."
"That's what I want to talk about."
"Huh?"
"Just get over here."
"Fine." Hermione walked back to him.
"You're not that bad, Granger."
"I'm flattered Malfoy."
"I don't think we'd be that bad together, what do you think?"
"I think you're out of your mind."
"Hey, wanna go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"As friends, even though I know you want it to be more, babe." He winked.
"You're a perv Draco. How many girls are you having affairs with right now?"
"As a matter of fact, none. I've been romance-free since the beginning of school. But now that you bring it up, maybe it's time to pick someone up tonight."
"You're disgusting."
"Just kidding. He said.
"We better get back to the castle."
"Wouldn't want to lose precious points now, would we?"
"Shut it."
Once Hermione got back to her common room, Harry and Ron rushed up to her, worried expressions on their faces.
"What is it?" she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Professor Lupin..." said Harry. "He's missing."
Chapter 4 – The Date?
Hermione closed her eyes and savored the moment, the wind blowing in their face, soaring way above the ground.
"Hermione, watch out!"
Hermione ducked, just as a bludger zoomed past her head.
"Thanks Harry!" she yelled.
"Anytime!" he replied with a smile, cheeks red, hair messed up in a wind-blown look.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were playing Quidditch on a lazy afternoon, letting the bludgers fly loose, passing the quaffle to each other while scoring goals and switching teams to defend the hoops against each other, and zooming after the snitch when they spotted it. They played the whole afternoon, and it was getting dark.
"Hey Hermione, Harry and I have tons of work to do from McGonagall,-"
"Go do it, I'll be fine. Here, just put the quaffle back since I can't exactly play myself. I think I'll practice aiming the bludgers through the hoops."
Harry, who had just flown in, said, "I don't think they fit through the hoops."
"Really? Well, we'll have to see." Hermione smacked a bludger towards the hoop at the opposite end. It narrowly missed.
"Darn. That was close. I'll go get-"
"You guys have work to do. Get out of here!" Hermione yelled over her shoulder, speeding after the bludger.
"Alright Hermione. Come to the common room when you're done!"
"I will!" she called back.
Hermione had fun hitting the bludgers at the hoops, though her aim was still in need of some serious work. When she got bored of the bludgers, she'd chase the snitch around without prevail.
"Trying to be like Potface, eh? You love him that much?"
"What are you doing here Malfoy?"
"It's my field as much as it is yours."
"Whatever, just stay out of my way."
"Don't tell me what to do Granger."
"Not on a first name basis anymore, are we?"
Malfoy smirked. "So you remember. Tell me, do you think about it all the time?"
"Hah! You wish Malfoy. I have better things to do." She said laughing as she raced after the snitch, which had just glinted from the other side of the field.
"Damn she's hot...her smile, the sparkle of her eyes...Ah, shut the fuck up Malfoy..." he said to himself.
"Agh!" Malfoy ducked just in time as a bludger went past his head.
"Watch out!" Hermione yelled as it blazed past him.
"Were you trying to hit me?"
"No, of course not!"
"Granger, don't mess with me..."
"Draco, I didn't try to hit you. My aim's pathetic anyway."
"Trying to get cozy with me? Want to continue what we did the other night?"
"Get out of here, or I will try to hit you!"
"What did I say about giving me-"
"Orders?" Hermione finished.
"So you're trying to piss me off?"
"I wanted to have the field to myself, if you have to know."
"You're stuck up, you little bitch."
"Oh, and you're not? Good one, really." She flashed a smile.
Suddenly, Draco sped towards her and put his hand out.
"Got it!" he showed the snitch in his hand.
"Nice one!"
"Of course." He was so close to her that he could smell the sweet, fresh scent of her hair. Her long lashes fluttered lightly, revealing deep brown eyes.
"Fuck!" Draco cursed as a bludger hit him in the stomache, skimming Hermione's robes.
Hermione suppressed a smile.
"You think it's funny, don't you?"
"No!" she said, obviously lying.
"Ugh..." he groaned.
"Does it really hurt?"
"Well let's see Granger...use that head of yours. A bludger just fucking knocked the wind out of my stomache. Does it hurt?"
"I'm sorry, are you ok?" she said, coming towards him.
"You shouldn't leave bludgers flying around."
"Sorry...but you were in the way-just kidding!" she added as he flashed a glare.
"Here, I'll make up for it." She said, trying to think of what she could possibly give Malfoy.
"You better."
"Here." She handed him the bat. You can hit me back, and we'll be even."
It was Draco's turn to laugh. "You're crazy."
"What, can't bear to hit a girl?"
"I'll tell you what I want from you."
"What?"
"C'mere." He said with a sly smile.
"What?"
"Closer."
Hermione rolled her eyes, landed, and stood next to him, feeling his hand hit her butt hard.
"That's a nice piece of ass you have there, Granger." He said, taking off and speeding away on his broom.
"You little bastard!"
"Bastard? No, I'm just hot."
"You're hopeless, really."
"Granger I just like to have fun in life, unlike you."
"Whatever Malfoy. I'm out." Said Hermione turning back towards the castle.
"Hey Granger!"
"Yeah?"
"C'mere."
"Get out of here."
"No really, I want to ask you something."
"Ask from there."
"Granger, you could try to be a little friendlier, you know."
"Why? You're mean as hell to me."
"That's what I want to talk about."
"Huh?"
"Just get over here."
"Fine." Hermione walked back to him.
"You're not that bad, Granger."
"I'm flattered Malfoy."
"I don't think we'd be that bad together, what do you think?"
"I think you're out of your mind."
"Hey, wanna go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"As friends, even though I know you want it to be more, babe." He winked.
"You're a perv Draco. How many girls are you having affairs with right now?"
"As a matter of fact, none. I've been romance-free since the beginning of school. But now that you bring it up, maybe it's time to pick someone up tonight."
"You're disgusting."
"Just kidding. He said.
"We better get back to the castle."
"Wouldn't want to lose precious points now, would we?"
"Shut it."
Once Hermione got back to her common room, Harry and Ron rushed up to her, worried expressions on their faces.
"What is it?" she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Professor Lupin..." said Harry. "He's missing."