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A/N: This is a short and sweet chapter, hope you like it.

A Better Seeker?

Blaise waited patiently downstairs for Draco to leave. Hours later he did and after putting up a variety of wards on Hermione's door—and with an added threatening glare to Blaise—he left. Blaise instantly stood up and started working on the wards. It took him a while, at least an hour, but he finally was able to unlock Hermione's door with an added Alohomora. He slowly opened the door and saw Hermione laying on her side on the bed, with her back to him. He took a deep breath and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

He walked over to the bed and looked down on the sleeping form of his love. He reached down and plucked a blonde hair off of her, and then he noticed there were a bunch of blonde hairs on Hermione's bed and pillows. He thought evilly to himself as he picked all of the blonde hairs off of her pillow. They would come in handy. He was grabbing off one last hair when the door opened and Harry walked in.

"What are you doing in here?" Harry asked angrily.

"Oh bugger off, Potter. Draco and Hermione have thrown enough threats my way for today. I'm leaving now, happy?" he asked as he walked to the door.

"I still want to know why you were in here in the first place," Harry demanded.

"It doesn't matter! I'm leaving!" he shouted a little too loudly because Hermione flipped over at the voice.

"Blaise!" she said. Then noticing that it was only Harry: "Oh, Harry."

"It's just me, Hermione," Harry said. "But Blaise was in here a moment ago, did he do anything to you?" Hermione gasped.

"Blaise was in here?" she asked, frisking her body quickly to make sure that he hadn't done anything to her. "I don't think he did anything."

"I'm sorry I was late, I was…with Pansy."

"It's fine, Harry," Hermione smiled as she got up from her bed to give her best friend a hug.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come out and play some quidditch with us, we're having a scrimmage against the Slytherins and Ginny can't make it," Harry said. "Plus

They'll go easier on us is you're playing."

Hermione smiled and agreed. Draco had gotten her over her fear of heights last year when they had started dating. He taught her how to play quidditch and she was actually pretty good. Hermione and Harry walked out of the common room—bypassing Blaise—and made their way to the quidditch pitch.

Hermione walked into the cool night air and saw Draco up on his broom. She almost waved to him, but Harry caught her hand.

"No one knows you two are dating. Remember that."

Hermione sighed and contented herself with talking to Harry.

"Don't tell him about Blaise being in my room, alright?" she asked. "He's stressed enough as it is."

"It would be better if he did know, but if you don't want me to tell him, I wont," Harry said.

"Thank you, now lets play some quidditch, eh?" she said, mounting a broom and kicking up into the sky.

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Draco called his team over to him, watching the Gryffindor team kick into the air. He didn't see the familiar red-headed girl, just her brother. But there seemed to be all seven players, so who was he missing.

He shrugged as he lectured his team on the upcoming game. He wanted to beat Potter, he really wanted to beat Weaselette after today, but she wasn't here.

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Hermione was playing seeker. Harry had become seeker again after his ban was annulled, but he switched parts with Hermione for this game. She was a pretty good seeker, but a horrible chaser—the part that Ginny now played. So, with Ron in front of the goal posts, Harry ready for the Quaffle, and Hermione scanning the sky for the snitch—the game began.

Draco flew up to see the new seeker when he noticed it was not Potter. Instead he saw his secret girlfriend playing his counterpart.

"Good afternoon, Malfoy," Hermione said as she looked straight at him.

"Where's Weaselette?" he asked her.

"Who knows. I'm substituting. Go easy on me," she said with a false pleading.

"You wish," he said as Hermione saw the snitch just past his head.

Hermione pressed forward and her robes hit Draco as she flew past him. He quickly turned and soon caught up with her.

"I can fly faster, Hermione," he said over the rush of the wind.

"Well I can catch it quicker," she replied. When she noticed Draco's confused look she held up her hand revealing the snitch. "Looking for this?" she asked, smiling at her own victory.

"How did you do that?" Draco asked, disbelieving.

"I just caught it, it wasn't that hard. I don't see how you think catching this thing is so hard," Hermione mused.

Draco just stared dumbfounded at her.

"That look suits you, honey."

"Hey!" Draco said as Hermione flew back down to the pitch with the snitch.

When they landed back down on the ground, everyone was confused at why they were landing. One by one the other players landed and asked what was going on. Hermione held up the snitch.

"Wow, that was the quickest scrimmage we've ever had," Ron said. "Good job, Hermione."

The Slytherins—save Draco—were all scowling, saying that they played unfair.

Draco just smiled. He hushed his team. "She beat me fair and square," he said and his team was in an uproar again.

A/N: The story is almost over and the next chapter is the climax of the whole think, we hope that someone is sticking around to read it. This was by far my favorite story that we have written.

Oh, look forward to some angsty stuff soon…