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Author's note: Here's another chapter. Sorry it took so long. Thanks to all my reviewers!
The New Prophecy
Chapter 7- Syltherin vs. Gryffindor
Before everyone knew it, it was time for the first Quidditch match of the season: Syltherin vs. Gryffindor. The Syltherins were hoping for a win, while the Gryffindors were sure they would win.
During his practices, Draco had incorporated ways for his team to give Hermione the ball while blocking Harry. Needless to say, he was confident about a win. He walked up to Hermione.
"You nervous?" he enquired.
"Nah, just wanna kick some ass," she replied.
"That's good."
"Yup."
The door to the pitch opened soon after. The roar of the crowed soon filled the players' ears.
"Let's go!" shouted Draco.
The team flew onto the pitch. The cheers they got from their fellow Syltherins were immense. The Gryffindor team, who had already been on the pitch, flew to the center. It was customary for the captains to shake hands. (A.N: I'll list the teams at the end of the chapter.)
Draco and Harry met in the center of the pitch surrounded by their team. They glared as they shook hands. Neither said a word. They then proceeded to let go, as if the other had a deadly disease.
Ron looked around the circle they formed to see if he could find out who their new chaser was, but whoever it was, was being hidden from his view.
Madam Hooch stepped out. "I want a clean game, from both teams," she said sternly, but it was of no use. Syltherin would never play fair. She took the quaffel, let out the two bludgers and the golden snitch, and the game was under way.
Hermione's main task was passing, since they didn't want to surprise Ron too soon.
A few hours into the game, Gryffindor was in the lead, 120:70. It was time for Hermione to go into action. The quaffel was passed to her, and she headed towards the three rings.
Ron looked around the pitch and saw a head with black hair and red streaks making its way towards him. He knew that hair all to well. He spent a good majority of his day staring at that head. It was Hermione. She was Syltherin's new chaser. This wouldn't be a good season for him.
Hermione made it to the rings, but Ron looked ready. So she flew to left, winked at Ron and smiled, then threw the quaffel. Ron, not very used to attention from such a lovely lady (especially his crush), was stunned, and the ball sailed through the hoop.
"Syltherin scores," announced Seamus, very unenthusiastically. The Syltherins cheered loudly as the rest of the stadium booed.
A few more hours had gone by, it was now night. Finally, Harry had seen the snitch. He went for it. Unfortunately for him, Hermione had seen it too. She gave a loud whistle to let her team know. The Syltherin chasers flew over Harry and "accidentally" dropped the quaffel. Hermione dove for it and caught right in front of Harry. She smirked at him. She looked even more evil because of the hair from her pony tail had fallen out framing her face. Harry was stunned. Not only had she used to hate the sport a few months ago, she was not being used against him.
When she flew off, the snitch was gone. Suddenly Draco dove for something. Harry tried desperately to catch up, but failed. For the first time, Harry had lost a game to Draco; to Syltherin.
Syltherin house rushed onto the pitch. The team was hoisted on their housemates' shoulders like heroes. Cries of "Syltherin rules!" could be heard even after the house had reached the castle.
Later that night, Hermione and Draco got back from a party in the Syltherin common room. They decided to unwind by watching "A Midsummer Night's Dream". They sat on the couch and about a half hour into the movie, Hermione fell asleep on Draco's lap. (A.N.: not a bad place to be, huh? Lucky girl…) He turned off the movie, picked her up, and took her to her room.
After leaving her room he went downstairs to read. But he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting to Hermione.
"Crap," he muttered, with his head in his hands.
A.N: Well another chapter done. Sorry it took so long, but I'm having a major case of writer's block. Any suggestions for chapter nine? (I already have eight done, just let me type it and it'll be up shortly.) So please review. I really like feed-back. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!! Until next time Kiddies. Oh yeah! I have just discovered that Tom Felton is a year younger than me! I'm not a cradle robber! Yay! Happy day! Okay, I'm done now. Later days.