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A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! Here's another chapter for you.

The New Prophecy

Chapter 6- Quidditch

It was Saturday, time for Syltherin Quidditch tryouts. Blaize had told Hermione to tryout, and she agreed.

Hermione would be trying out for the position of chaser. Since Draco thought she was excellent, she was pretty much a shoe-in, but she still had to show her stuff (A/N: rules... who needs em?).

Finally it was time for Hermione to tryout. She got on her broom and took off. She did some of the best flying anyone had ever seen. When she came down, the other students were applauding. Draco made his way over to her.

"Congratulations, Hermione," he said. "You've just been selected as chaser for the Syltherin team."

Hermione smiled and ran over to Blaize, who was ready to greet her with open arms.

"I made it! I made it!" she exclaimed happily before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Draco watched the couple with a smile on his face. His best friend was happy, his team might win the cup, and he, too, had a girlfriend: Pansy. (A/N: don't worry, things will be awkward between them.). He had found that Pansy could be quite charming when she wasn't trying to impress him. He walked over to her and gave her a quick kiss. Life was good.

After tryouts, Draco decided to have a practice so her could really get ahead and so he could tell Hermione about his plan for beating all the teams, especially Gryffindor, seeing as that was who the plan was really for. He was glad that they had called a truce. Talking to her would be much easier now that she wasn't glaring at him.

When practice was over, Draco called Hermione into the team's conference room. It was time to tell her what she'd be doing against Gryffindor.

"Okay, Hermione. You'll be our secret weapon. The Gryffindor team is our only major opponent. Stupid Potty and Weasel. If the Weasel King starts to block too many of our goals, then we'll put you to use on actually scoring. You'll be really useful. Not that you aren't already. You see, Weasley still has a little bit of a crush on you. So... just think of something to distract him and we'll be good as gold," he explained.

"Well okay. But what about Potter? He always catches the snitch before you," she asked in amusement.

"Hmm. You have sharp eyes, right? (She nodded). Well you can look for the snitch when he starts racing for it. You'll beat him because he still has that outdated Firebolt. Just cut him off and continue playing."

"Perfect. Can do cap'in," she said smiling.

"Okay then. Dinner time! Race ya," he said playfully.

"Alright. Ready? One, two..." then she started running.

"CHEATER!" Draco called after her.

"Syltherin," she responded in a 'duh' tone.

"Smart ass," he muttered. The he chased after her.

At the Great Hall, Draco finally caught up to Hermione after a tiering race.

"I win," she playfully teased.

"Jerk," he responded.

"Hey you two," a voice called from the distance. They turned to see Blaize and Pansy walking towards them. Hermione's face lit up when she saw Blaizse. She ran into his open arms. Draco calmly made his way to Pansy and hugged her. Then the group proceeded into the hall for some dinner.

As the four friends made their way in, the new Gryffindor "Super Quadruple" made their way out. Ginny was latched to Harry's arm, and Lavender was trying to get Ron to pay attention to her, but he was otherwise occupied. Harry and Ginny were glaring at Draco and Pansy, while Ron had a look of pure hatred for Blaize, seeing as he was Hermione's boyfriend and one of hands currently resided on her ass.

Harry was just about to insult the menacing members of Syltherin when Hermione said, "It would be wise to keep your trap shut Potter. Remember what I said."

Harry instantly shut his mouth and walked off. Before he left, Draco shouted to his retreating back, "I hope you're ready for a rough season, Potty! I've got a new chaser, making my team unstoppable!"

Harry didn't say anything. He just kept walking, having the feeling that Hermione's hand was on her wand. The rest walked off after Harry. As Ginny walked past Hermione she muttered, "Death eating skank." Hermione heard this, knowing that Ginny never intended it to be heard.

As the Syltherins went to their table, Hermione thought, 'I won't forget that Weaselette.'

Later that night, in Draco and Hermione's common room, the two inhabitants were playing video games (A/N: go Soul Calabur!) and singing along with their favorite songs. Draco had just finished dancing to DDR. It was Hermione's turn. They were challenging each other's high scores.

"Ugh. Fine. You're the best at DDR," said an exasperated Hermione. "But how are you at singing?"

"Bring it on," said an eager Draco. He had taken singing lessons when he was a child, and he was now ready for someone else to know. "I'll go first," he said confidently.

He started up the game. While they were waiting for the memory to load, Draco asked, "Are you excited about the game in two weeks?"

"You bet. I have a few issues to work out with certain people, and they'll be settled out on that pitch," said a slightly angry Hermione.

"Good to hear," he checked the game, "Okay. Be prepared to be amazed."

The song "These Walls", by Trapt, began to play. Draco sang along in perfect pitch. It was a flawless performance. Draco wasn't kidding when he said amazed. It wasn't just amazing, it rendered Hermione speechless. When Draco finished, his one-woman audience gave him a standing ovation. He laughed and bowed.

"Thank you, thank you," he said regally. "Does that mean you give up?"

"You wish," she responded. "I might beat you." Now, Hermione had never taken any lessons, but she could sing very well. She just had a natural talent for singing. Draco took a seat and waited while Hermione's song loaded.

"Hermione chose to sing "My Last Breath", by Evanescence. Soon, she began to sing. When Draco heard her voice he was floored. Her voice was beautiful! He knew she had won this contest hands down. Her voice seemed to mesmerize him. He just sat there with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Finally, she finished. Since she never liked it when people watched her as she sang, she put up a screen. When she took it down, she saw Draco gaping at her.

"Umm," she said uncomfortably. "Is that a good stare or a bad one?" He continued to stare dumbly. "Hello?" She walked up to him and knelt down to his level. "Snap out of it!" she yelled as she smacked him.

"Wha...?!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. That was really good. You should sing up for the talent show before Christmas."

"I can't. I..."

"If I do it, will you do it?"

"Umm... oh... alright."

"Great. I can't wait."

He looked into her eyes. They sat there staring for a while. Before he knew it, Draco started to move closer. Hermione was almost caught in the moment, but suddenly stopped, remembering that she had a boyfriend.

"It's getting late. I'm going to bed." She got up and left.

"G'night," he said as Hermione's door closed. He put his head in his hands. "What is she doing to me?" he whispered to himself. Of course, he realized that in the last week, this wasn't the first time he's caught himself staring or wanting to steal a kiss from her.

Soon, he went to his room. As he drifted off to sleep, an image of Hermione popped into his mind. He fell asleep with a slight smile on his face, unaware that tonight was when he started to fall for Hermione Riddle.

A/N: Whew! Another one done. Sorry about the long wait, but school's been busy. Ever notice how teachers don't seem to realize that you had other classes too? Oh well. It happens. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! Until next time kids. And remember: don't talk to strangers.