Chapter Four - Bitches & Pitches

"You what?!" asked Hermione, her eyes wide,

Ginny mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I tied up Draco Malfoy in your Head's room," Ginny replied weakly.

Hermione collapsed on her red couch. "You … you tied him up in here?!"

Ginny bit her lip. "I wouldn't sit on that chair is if I was you."

Hermione shrieked and stood up, shuddering at the thought of a naked, or half naked, Draco Malfoy in her most loved chair. "Ugh! That's it! You are not allowed in this room anymore!"

Ginny sighed. "Herms, please! It wasn't anything!" she pleaded.

Hermione growled. "The night before last you had Malfoy in my Heads room, along with yesterday morning. How isn't that anything?"

"Herms, no-"

"Don't no me!" she snapped, "Where's is Malfoy?! Where is he?!"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know. He's probably at practice with Zabini or something … I don't know!" she said exasperated.

Hermione clenched her teeth. "He'll be turned into more then a ferret when I get my hands on his arse!"

Ginny's eyes widened, just as Hermione ran our the door. "Herms, no!"

"We've got the pitch today, Malfoy," snarled Harry, who was holding his new Firebolt 9Z0 in his right hand. "Ron's booked it for today."

Malfoy scoffed. "Ron's booked it for today?" he said mockingly. He shoved a sheet of paper into Harry's chest and sneered, "Snape's given us the pitch, Potter."

Not even bothering to read the parchment, for her knew what was on it, Harry countered, "You've had the entire week to practice! You've already used up plenty of time! It's our bloody turn!"

"Didn't you just comprehend what I just said?" he asked nastily, the entire team growling behind him. "We have the pitch today."

Ron gritted his teeth. "You have the pitch every bloody day," he retorted, "not even the Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws can practice. What are you Malfoy? Suddenly a God? I never knew Gods had drunk mothers and lapdog fathers."

Malfoy's face twisted into anger, pain and sorrow, all etched in one.

Before he could do a thing, a loud shriek ran out through the field.

"MALFOY!"

Ron whimpered and whispered to Harry, "I know that voice."

Harry gulped and responded, "I know that voice, too."

Soon enough, a livid Hermione Granger came stalking up to both teams, her wavy hair blowing in the wind. Behind her was a panting Ginny Weasley, her red hair disarray in a tangle of curls.

She approached a very confused Malfoy, who was standing there in complete perplexity. "You!" She jabbed a finger to his chest. "How dare you even think about staying the night in my Heads room! It's my bloody room, Malfoy! No one invited you to come! Did you just happen to come upon it and decide to sleep there?! What are you?! Dense?! I don't care if you were tied up to my chair! You shouldn't of been in my room in the first place!"

The entire pitch went silent just after Hermione's rant.

Slytherins' mouths behind him were hanging open, their minds filling with disgusted images and pictures of Hermione and Malfoy in bed together.

The entire Gryffindor team were in shock, too, other thoughts in their minds.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, get your heads out of the gutters!" she screeched at them. "Ginny tied Malfoy up!"

Ginny mentally groaned.

"What were you doing in my room, Malfoy?!"

He smirked gaily and answered, "It's not my fault that your little friend is a bit feisty."

Ron and Harry felt their fists ball up.

"Oh, shut it," Hermione said deathly, "Tell me why the hell you were in my room!" She pulled out her wand, not caring if they thought she was overreacting. Malfoy was in her room, sleeping on her couch, his blood on her carpet. "Tell me now."

"What the hell are you going to do, Granger?" drawled Malfoy, "Kill me?"

Hermione grinned. "Don't want an excessive amount of boils on your precious face, do you Malfoy?"

His smirked faltered.

"Too bad," she said in mock sympathy. She screamed, "Furnunculus!"

Malfoy screamed in pain, his hands covering his face. Just as he fell to the ground, Hermione cursed his little friends behind him. "Barba! Rutilus Saeta! Intumesco Labiae! Metallic Finxi! Caecus!"

Sparks were flying everywhere, including many bodies who wanted to dodge away the charms. The Gryffindor team stood where they were, laughing at the Slytherins and rooting on the seething Hermione.

Before she could continue, a body wrapped itself around her and threw both of them to the ground. "Hermione, stop!" he commanded, struggling to take the wand out of her hand.

She thrashed beneath him, yelling. "Get off me!"

"Pucey!" bellowed Blaise, "Pritchard! Get the cursed teammates out of here and into the Infirmary!"

"No!" shrieked Hermione. She raised her wand once more and cursed the closest person near her, "Virgo Prounus!"

"Hermione!" snapped Blaise.

Harry turned to Ron and stated, "Have you ever seen her like that?"

Ron snorted. "Plenty of times. Remember the time when I stole her knickers and stuffed them in the kitchens' fridge and the house elves found them?"

Harry laughed hysterically. "She performed a shrinking charm on you."

Ron turned red. "That was sad."

"Especially since that part of your body shrunk," added Harry.

Translations -

Intumesco Labiae! - Puffy Lips

Rutilus Saeta - Red Hair

Barba - Beard

Metallic Finxi! - Metallic Fingers

Caecus! - Blind

Virgo Prounus - Not able to have sex for a week