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Chapter 8- Quidditch Game

Later that night the three of them walked down to the Quidditch field and found seats in the stadium. Ron soon was busy taking roll to check all the players came to "observe the match," as he'd put it. Everyone did show up, which was lucky, because Ron probably would have pitched a fit if even one team member was missing. Hermione noticed the two beater's Ginny and Seamus were sitting with each other, rather close. Ginny looked cozy and she remembered how Seamus had seemed concerned about Ginny in the beginning of the year. They made a cute couple. Ginny saw her looking at them so Hermione just winked which Ginny returned with a smile.

"Alright this should be brilliant. Sure the guy is a selfish, spoiled prat, but he's flying on an Iceblaster!" Ron exclaimed with excitement gleaming in his eyes. Both the teams came onto the field. Hermione realized that for once in her life she was going to be cheering for Slytherin. And for Draco Malfoy. It was too weird. But she'd rather see him win than Lance.

All the players on the field mounted their brooms and took off when Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle. She watched Malfoy scan the air looking for the golden snitch. He actually wasn't a bad seeker, even if he had bought his way on the team. He was riding a Firebolt that his father must have bought for him, and she saw how Lance's Iceblaster was better. It was graceful almost. It looked completely effortless and moved so fast cutting through the air.

Her focus was brought back to the game when Dean cried out, "10 points to Slytherin!" Slytherin had scored. Hermione cheered loudly, but Ron almost bit her arm off.

"Quite cheering for the enemy!" he barked at her.

"What? It's a lose/lose situation, I want to see Malfoy kick Lance's arse!" She screamed, rather unlike herself.
"HERMIONE! Are you mad?! Mental, I'm telling you Harry! Did you hear the mouth on her?" Ron asked Harry, who was still trying to pay attention to the game. Ron finally calmed down and stopped badgering Hermione about cheering for the teams.

Both the teams playing were now darting back and forth, tossing the Quaffle quickly but not making any shots. After about 5 minutes of passing the Quaffle around Ravenclaw scored, but Slytherin had possession of the Quaffle again.

'Find the snitch, find the snitch, find the snitch!' Hermione repeated anxiously in her head, as if Draco could hear her thoughts. She watched Draco sit on his broom looking around when suddenly she saw him dive for the ground. Did he see it? Lance followed picking up speed to catch up to Malfoy. The Iceblastor was faster and caught right up with out any problem. Malfoy was diving straight for the ground though! When suddenly he pulled up. Lance, who was only following Malfoy and was still picking up speed didn't pull up in time and plowed face first right into the ground!

"Brilliant!" Ron cried out, realizing what had happened, "You see that Harry?! You wouldn't fall for that move though, would you?"

"Well that was a brilliant move by the Slytherin seeker, Draco Malfoy. That's a Wronsk Feint if I've ever seen one! Seems like Lance is going to need some medical attention. His nose appears to be smash, sort of resembles Professor Snape's now! All big and ugly..." Dean announced.

"DEAN! You stick to the facts, and announce what's happening on the field or I'll announce it!" Professor McGonagall yelled at him.

"Right Professor! As I was saying- Oh! Slytherin scores! Nice move by Slytherin's chaser, Adrian. That's makes the score Slytherin 20, Ravenclaw 10! The Ravenclaw keeper and captain, Ross Cullen, just isn't doing well in this game. He seems a bit worn out. Definitely no match for the Slytherin chasers!"

"DEAN!" McGonagall threatened. She was watching Dean, who was giving the commentary, like a hawk at this point.

"Ron! Lance is back in the air!" Hermione cried out.

"Don't worry… he sucks." Seamus told her blatantly. "Nice broom though! Does give him a bit of an edge. He must be bloody rich!"

Hermione sighed and returned her focus to the game. Lance seemed furious with Malfoy. He looked like he might knock Malfoy off his broom at any second. Malfoy noticed this too, and kept glancing over at Lance out of the corner of his eye. Hermione saw Lance give a sort of a nod to the Ravenclaw beaters. They immediately hit the Bludgers straight for Malfoy.

"DRACO, LOOK OUT!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. He dodged the first one, and went to move out of the way of the second one, but stopped. What was he doing? He just froze there reached his arm out and winced. The second Bludger came swooping by and nicked the side of his arm.

"What'd he do that for?" Ron asked rhetorically.

'please don't fall,' she thought seeing him only holding onto his broom with one hand. The other arm falling limp. She noticed his arm that was hit was clenched tightly into a fist. He managed to get his balance but she could tell his arm was badly hurt. He slowly opened his fist a bit to reveal he'd caught the snitch!

"When'd he do that?!" Ron asked seeming confused.

"That's why he didn't dodge the second Bludger, the Snitch must have been right there. He was reaching out to get it!" Harry gasped.

"DRACO MALFOY CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS!" Dean bellowed. Lance looked really pissed, landed on the ground a threw his broom.

"Hey watch it! Don't ruin your Iceblaster! It's the only reason your on the team!" Another player screamed at him. He picked up his Iceblaster hastily and stormed off. Draco landed on the ground and was immediately sent for medical attention. Hermione ran down the stands the second the game had ended.

"Mione! Where is she going?" Harry asked calling after her.

"Beats me." Ron said shrugging, "Alright practice 4:30 AM tomorrow! Rain or shine!" he bellowed at his team.

"Ron, it's never shining at 4:30 in the morning! It'll be pitch black!" Ginny complained loudly.

"We need to practice in all sorts of conditions!" Ron excused.

"How bout we practice in a rested condition and hold the practice off till… oh say, 7:00 instead?" Ron wouldn't budge on his set time though.

"He's worse than Wood!" Harry groaned.

Hermione didn't know why but she ran straight for the infirmary. She stood outside and listened silently.

"Ahhh! Bloody hell, what is that you just gave me?!" she heard Draco scream.

"You're bone cracked. Needed to mend it. Finish drinking it. Your just lucky that Bludger didn't take your arm off!" she heard Madam Pomfrey tell him, "Don't know why Albus allows this awful game. It's just a death trap waiting to happen I say!" She continued to complain as she gave Draco another potion to drink.

"Really I'm feeling a lot better now, I'm fine, I really should just go," he said backing away, not wanting to hear her complain or take anymore medicine that'd cause more pain.

"Oh no you don't! You'll stay right here while I see to Lance's nose!" she told him and left.

"Yeah right, stay here, out of your bloody mind." He muttered to himself after she was gone. He got up and headed right for the door where Hermione was standing. "What are you doing here?"

"I, er- came to see if you were alright…" she offered sheepishly.

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