Disclaimer: I own nothing that is J.K. Rowlings. I know, I know, it's getting to be pretty redundant, isn't it?
A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to all those who have reviewed my stories, and this one in particular. This has been the first one in which I wrote in the first person point of view, so thanks a lot to all my reviewers.
I woke up the next morning, feeling much better about the events about last night. Oh cripe, is that the time? I have just ten minutes to get ready before breakfast starts, so I can wish both Harry and Ron good luck in their upcoming Quidditch match. I should probably wish Draco good luck too, since he helped me a lot last night. I know I probably shouldn't be wishing someone from the opposite team good luck, but he is my friend now and I should start acting like his friend.
Once I got to the Great Hall, I made my way to the Gryffindor table. But not before I looked over to the Slytherin table and sent Draco a smile. He's smiling back. I feel so much better not having to glare at him all the time and fighting with him. I went over to my usual spot right next to Ron and across from Harry and Ginny.
"Hi 'Mione," Ginny smiled.
"Hey Ginny," I smiled. "Hi guys," I looked over at Ron and Harry.
"Big game today," smiled Ron, stuffing his mouth with bacon and eggs. "I can't wait! I'll need all the energy I can get."
"Oh, honestly Ron, I think you'll give yourself a stomach ache instead of extra energy for the game," I laughed.
"I tried to warn him, but he never listens to me," said Ginny, shaking her head.
"You're nod my mommmm," said Ron, his mouth still full.
"You're right, because if I were, I'd have sent you to live with the circus a long time ago," smiled Ginny.
"She'd do it too, mate," smirked Harry. "You can't deny that!" Ron glared at his sister and mumbled something, but we couldn't understand what he was saying.
"What was that, Ronnikins?" asked Ginny. Ron gulped down his food and wiped his mouth.
"Never mind," he said. "And don't call me Ronnikins, that bugs me!"
"So, Hermione, how did last night go?" asked Ginny.
"You don't wanna know," I muttered.
"Just tell us, 'Mione, please," said Ron. "I want to know."
"Let's just say that there was a lot of yelling!" I then told them about what had happened. Gosh, Hermione, don't start crying, don't start crying. Ah, I blew it. Two tears, rigt down my cheek.
"Oh, I'm sorry, 'Mione," said Ron, hugging me.
"Hey Potter, Weasly." He's right behind me, isn't he?
"Hey, Draco," greeted Harry and Ginny. Oh no, Ron, please be nice.
"Hey, Malfoy," he said, trying to smile. I can see it in his eyes. He's not very comfortable.
"I just wanted to say good luck in today's game," he said.
"Yeah, you two, m-m-m-mmMMalfoy," said Ron. He almost called him mate, how sweet.
"Hermione, are you crying again?" he asked.
"N-no, I'm alright," I said, trying to wipe away the tears. "I just yawned and tears came out. You know how that happens."
"Okay," he said, not totally trusting me. "But you remember what I said last night." With that, he walked off again.
"What happened last night?" asked Ron.
"Nothing, Ronald," I said. "I just came back crying and he was there to comfort me. Is that a crime." His hands were gripped tightly.
"But Hermione, why didn't you come to me first?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Because, Ronald, you were probably sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up and Draco was just there. What's wrong with that?" I love Ron, don't get me wrong. But I just hate how he gets so jealous and possesive at times.
"But Hermione..." began Ron.
"Erm, Ron, I think we should head towards the Quidditch pitch before we get in big trouble," said Harry. He looked at me and I knew he was really doing it to help me. Thank you Harry. You're a life-saver.
"Oh, right then," said Ron. The two guys stood and walked out to the pitch.
"Sheesh, Ron can be so controlling sometimes," I frowned.
"Too bad about Ron, what about Draco?" smiled Ginny. "I mean, talk about major hunkness. And you talked to him? Last night? All alone? And niether of you made a move?"
"Woah woah woah, Ginny, calm down," I chuckled. "Of coarse not. We're just friends, alright?"
"Sure, 'Mione, whatever you tell yourself is great with me, but I don't buy it for one minute," smiled Ginny.
"Oh Ginny, honestly, you are still so wound tight in your childhood fantasies that you can't even see what is in front of your own nose sometimes."
"Gosh, Ron is right about you. You do sound just like our mother!" I giggled.
"Come on, let's go to the Quidditch pitch and see them practice," I said.
"And they're off, the Slytherin team's Gary Harrison has the ball and is heading furiously down the Quidditch pitch, right towards Ronald Weasly, the Gryffindor Keeperk, and... OH, interception by Gryffindors own Danielle Ayella." I always thought that our announcer was a bit barbarious on the speaker, but since our first year here at Hogwarts, I've kind of enjoyed the way that he did the announcements. It was definately an interesting way of announcing who had the ball.
But now, Slytherin was ahead, the score being 90-60, and Ron wasn't too happy. He was so angry that he had only blocked about five of the goals where the Slytherin Keeper had blocked at least fifteen of our attempted goals. But I'm sure that we're all expecting Harry to pull us out by catching the snitch once again. That is a bit unfair to put all that pressure on him, in my personal opinion. Everything was going fine, until.......
"What's this? There's a faulty bludger on the lose... AGAIN! Oh, will the attacks on Harry never end?" Oh cripe, Harry is being attacked again. Why can't he ever be left alone for once? Poor Harry. I wish I could help him, but I don't want to hit him at the same time. Why does this sound so familiar? Oh yeah, this happened in our second year as well.
Oh dear, Harry is having a tough time dodging that bludger. How is he going to get away this time.
"There he is, and... oh no, he's stuck on the Gryffindor tower by the collar of his robes. And the bludger is not stopping for anyone or anything. It's heading straight for his head. What's this? Draco Malfoy has released Harry from his trappings and is now..... OH NO! THAT IS JUST HORRIBLE! DRACO MALFOY HAS BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD BY A BLUDGER AND IS NOW HEADING TOWARDS THE GROUND!"
"Oh no!" I cried. Draco was hurt and Harry looked as if he had wet his pants. By this time, I had made my way down to the pitch and watched as Draco was falling.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I cried. Draco was merely ten feet above me when he began his slow descent to the ground. On the right side of his face, there was what looked like a huge bruise forming.