Hermione ran as quickly as possible, down toward the Great Hall the next
morning. Every one was excited about the Quidditch Match, because
Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied for the Quidditch Cup, and if Gryffindor
lost, it would ruin their winning streak against Slytherin since Harry's
first year of school.
"Hermione?" Harry was walking out of the hall just in time. "Are you okay?" He walked up to her, slowly, hoping she wouldn't scream at him for any reason.
"Yes, I'm just..." She turned and looked at Harry. "I have a lot on my mind, Harry. That's all." She forced a smile and said, "Good luck." She hugged him and ran into the Great Hall. Her heart did a kind of dive and plummeted into her stomach. Draco was nowhere to be found. She turned on her heel and left the hall. Maybe he was on the pitch early with the Slytherin team.
"Good luck Weasel King." Shouted a few Slytherins as they walked into the Great Hall. Hermione saw Ron pass by and run down the stairs that led to the grounds. Hermione followed him.
"Ron! Wait!" he slowed to a walk and turned toward her. "Don't listen to them. They don't know what they're talking about." She smiled at him.
"Hermione, what's the point? I can't catch anything and you know it." His ears were turning a deep crimson, like they always did when he was under pressure.
"Then how did you beat the Slytherins last year?" Ron opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off. "The traditional way. You caught the Quaffle and showed those prats that you weren't what they thought." She kissed Ron on the cheek and headed toward the Quidditch Pitch.
Draco sat by himself in the Slytherin Locker rooms with his head in his hands.
"Come on, Malfoy," he said to himself. "He's nothing but Famous Harry Potter. Surely you can beat him just once."
"Maybe just once." Draco jumped at the voice, and fell to the ground. " That surprised to see me?" Hermione giggle at Draco as he tried to get off of the floor.
"Potter is a natural born seeker, Hermione, and he has a Firebolt. How the hell am I supposed to beat him?" Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and helped him to his feet.
"Try." She said simply. "For me." She kissed him lightly on the lips and walked out of the locker rooms.
"Hermione?" Harry was walking out of the hall just in time. "Are you okay?" He walked up to her, slowly, hoping she wouldn't scream at him for any reason.
"Yes, I'm just..." She turned and looked at Harry. "I have a lot on my mind, Harry. That's all." She forced a smile and said, "Good luck." She hugged him and ran into the Great Hall. Her heart did a kind of dive and plummeted into her stomach. Draco was nowhere to be found. She turned on her heel and left the hall. Maybe he was on the pitch early with the Slytherin team.
"Good luck Weasel King." Shouted a few Slytherins as they walked into the Great Hall. Hermione saw Ron pass by and run down the stairs that led to the grounds. Hermione followed him.
"Ron! Wait!" he slowed to a walk and turned toward her. "Don't listen to them. They don't know what they're talking about." She smiled at him.
"Hermione, what's the point? I can't catch anything and you know it." His ears were turning a deep crimson, like they always did when he was under pressure.
"Then how did you beat the Slytherins last year?" Ron opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off. "The traditional way. You caught the Quaffle and showed those prats that you weren't what they thought." She kissed Ron on the cheek and headed toward the Quidditch Pitch.
Draco sat by himself in the Slytherin Locker rooms with his head in his hands.
"Come on, Malfoy," he said to himself. "He's nothing but Famous Harry Potter. Surely you can beat him just once."
"Maybe just once." Draco jumped at the voice, and fell to the ground. " That surprised to see me?" Hermione giggle at Draco as he tried to get off of the floor.
"Potter is a natural born seeker, Hermione, and he has a Firebolt. How the hell am I supposed to beat him?" Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and helped him to his feet.
"Try." She said simply. "For me." She kissed him lightly on the lips and walked out of the locker rooms.