Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter! It all belongs to the wonderful and talented J.K. Rowling!
A/N: okay you are probably all really mad at me by now and the only way I can think to make it up to you is to update way more often. And I thought that with school being out I would have more time! Ha! That's a laugh…..okay well enjoy!
A quidditch match and a fight:
Saturday morning Hermione awoke and climbed out of bed. She opened the drapes with a flick of her wand and took in the wondrous sight before her. Walking out to the balcony she leaned on the wall and watched as the darkness of night faded into dawn. She tried to take everything in as the first rays of sunshine poured over the distant mountains and spilled onto the grounds the light hitting the lake and making the water positively shimmer. As the sun continued to rise it poured over her and into her bedroom behind. Turning she crossed the room to her wardrobe and pulled out her heavy cloak and her burgundy and gold scarf, even though it was a beautiful morning she knew it would be cold outside in the crisp mid October air. Soon she was down in the Great Hall amid the rest of the students and was filled with the excitement that hummed through the air. Harry and Ron of course were unusually quite and soon took off for the quidditch pitch. By 10:30 Hermione and Ginny were seated in the stands high above the ground with a fall breeze ruffling their hair. Madame Hooch stepped out onto the field accompanied by the green and silver clad figures of the Slytherin team and the burgundy and gold robed group that was the Gryffindor team. A shrill whistle pierced the air and fourteen players on broomsticks shot into the air, Harry rose faster and higher than any of them on his newest broomstick the Firebolt II. Instantly Hermione's eyes were searching the skies above the rest of the game. That was Harry's strategy, stay up and away, then when you see it, you better get that broom moving. Then she spotted him, and sure enough there was Draco tailing Harry as usual. Draco had long ago given up trying to find the snitch himself when he played against Harry, he preferred to tail him and wait for Harry to see the elusive prize first.
A half an hour later there was still no score when suddenly Harry did a spiraling dive at break neck speed. It always put Hermione's stomach in knots when he did that. In the next second the wind picked up again, Hermione blinked, and it was over…Harry had gotten the snitch again, Draco looked furious as he landed and stormed off to the locker rooms. Harry on the other hand was engulfed by all of his team members. Hermione laughed and cheered as Ginny dragged her to her feet and hugged her. The Gryffindors left the stands and made their way to the common room where a huge party ensued. Ron and Harry came through the portrait hole, their arms filled with butterbeer and all kinds of things from Honeydukes. At least two hours had past when Hermione glanced at her watch and gasped.
"Ron, I was supposed to meet Draco to work on the ball!"
And with that she downed the rest of her butterbeer and ran out of the common room. She flew down the stairs and by the time she reached the common room she could barely gasp out the password. Bursting into the common room she found Draco sitting on the couch reading a book (A/N: I know reading a book….how lame but what else could he be doing?). Upon her entrance he glanced at her for a few seconds and before returning to his reading.
"Pity, I was beginning to hope you wouldn't show."
He said off handedly.
"Well lets get started," she said trying to ignore his comment.
"I was thinking instead of doing the traditional dress robes we might put, well a sort of a muggle twist on it." Hermione sat down on the couch and grabbed a notebook off the floor and laid a few pieces of paper on the coffee table.
"You know like have the girls where fancy dresses and the guys where suits…it would be fun to do something different….oh for heavens sake will you please put down that dam book!"
Now she had his attention. Doing a quick double take he laid his book aside (well more like threw it aside, he is Draco after all).
"little miss perfect girl swore, that has got to be a first,"
"Okay Granger what were you saying?"
"I was saying that we should put a muggle twist on the ball for something different."
"Well that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," he said.
In truth Draco actually though that it sounded like fun but he was still angry about the loss to Gryffindor and he sure didn't feel like cutting anybody any slack, especially, Granger.
"Okay well then I guess we could decide that later. Did you have any band suggestions?"
Hermione tried to move on.
"Nope," Draco said and picked up his book again and began to read.
"Um okay, well there is always the Weird Sisters I suppose…"
"Sure, whatever, let me know when you have something figured out."
Draco got up from the couch and moved towards the portrait hole. As she watched his retreating back suddenly she just snapped.
"DAM IT DRACO!"
She hollered at the top of her lungs.
"YOU'RE JUST SORE BECAUSE YOU LOST AGAIN! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T FREAKIN CARE! I CAN'T PLAN THIS STUPID BALL ALL BY MYSELF AND YOU KNOW IT! SO GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE AND BE PLEASANT!"
Draco just stood there staring at her. She had her hands on her hips and her cheeks were flushed and her eyes flashed angrily.
"You're cute when your mad."
Was all he said before turning his back on her, the portrait swinging shut behind him leaving her standing alone…