Bonding

"Who were your best girlfriends in school? The ones you told all your secrets too, it might be interesting if I do a follow-up article with them." the reporter was smiling at his own brilliant idea.

"Um… yeah I had a few. Hermione and Veeda, she was from Ravenclaw. But I wouldn't interview them if I were you." This subject never failed to make me in a lousy mood, and Draco knew it so he reached over and grabbed my hand as I stared off into space and a single tear slid down my face.

"She hasn't had contact with any of them for years." Draco answered for me.

Flashback

"Yeah…" I looked at my feet while I slowly and carefully walked up the staircase. I found her door quickly because it had her name carved beautifully carved in her doorway, just as mine was. I knocked softly. "Hey Hermione," I said in a soothing voice, "it's Mae I, uhm, just wanted to talk to you, about stuff. Can I come in?"

I heard sniffling on the other side of the door, and wondered for a split second if she was going to let me in. Then I heard a crackly voice on the other side of the door manage to yell, "Go away!"

I wasn't the kind of person to give up, you know?

"What do you thinks wrong with her?" I whispered to Harry off the side of the stairs.

"I think it might have to do with her and Ron."

"What about them?"

"I can hear you!" Hermione yelled hoarsely once again from the other side of the door.

"They are going out." He said a bit quieter. Harry shook his head as he sighed and put his head in his hands. "I've never seen 'Mione so upset."

I trudged back upstairs and knocked a little harder. "Please Hermione, I just want to help."

"No!" this time it sounded cranky.

"Pleaseeee?" I sounded sad and made whimpering noises at which Harry scoffed at.

Another sniffle, "Your not going to give up are you?"

"Not in this lifetime." I smirked at my own remark, wow I need a life. Anyways, I heard foot steps on the other side of the door. The door opened a little bit and I saw Hermione with tear-streaked face and red watery eyes. Her hair was not it shimmery self. To say it straight forward, she looked terrible.

"Oh Hermione!" I walked in and she closed the door and I hugged her as she cried on my shoulder a little bit. "What's wrong? Is it Ron? What'd he do?"

"Whoa, whoa slow down there." she let out a small giggle. "One at a time."

I brought her a tissue as we sat down on her bed, "Sorry, okay so what's wrong?"

"Well, Harry was right. He's always right," she sighed before she begun again, "Ron, h..he..he…" She stuttered, her mouth didn't seem to want to let her finish what she was saying. "He..he..he.." she stuttered on.

I had the biggest urge to say 't..t..t..today junior' but I held back. "He…" I helped her.

"He-broke-up-with-me." She said so fast I could barely make out what she said. "He left me for some other girl, just like I was some POSSESION! He just got bored and left me for whoever wants to find me next and dust me off!" She wasn't sad anymore. She was fuming from the ears, just like all those cartoons do.

Anyone else would have said something like well, I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. Not me, I was trying to comfort here not make her feel even worse. My expression was one of a shocked extent. "That BASTARD!"

"I know, and it gets worse, she is…" Her face twisted into a disgusted look, "ugly." she stated.

Again, shocked expression, "He didn't?"

"Oh yes, my friend, don't underestimate him." Her eyes narrowed, "He will find a way to stab you in the back, somehow. Don't trust him."

Now it was time for some understanding on the other side too. "Don't you think your taking this a little too seriously, I've been dumped a number of times and I'm still friends with most of them."

She looked at me with hopeful eyes, "You really think we could still be friends? I mean I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship with a stupid breakup."

I laughed, one minute she's sad then next mad now hopeful, what's next? "I think you could."

"He never told me he was going after that ugly girl anyway; I guess I just assumed it." She laughed at herself as I smirked at her comment. I started walking toward the door, bonding time was over, time to go.

"Hey, wait." Uh-oh what now, now another breakdown? I glanced behind me. Phew she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I've never really had any good girlfriends. It's nice isn't it?"

"Yeah it is."

"I'll meet you down in the common room, we really to get that homework done."

I smiled and left. Harry was waiting for me anticipating with his life.

"What is it is she okay?" He questioned.

I sat down on the couch next to my things and gave him a smile. I sighed as I rolled my eyes, "Girls." I muttered and let my head fall into my hands.

End Flashback

"So, I heard about that one famous quidditch game, what are your views on it Draco. Would you do it again to win a quidditch game?"

"Bloody hell that's a stupid question." he answered, "Of course…" he looked at me with that famous smirk, I was a little worried about what he was going to say. "…I wouldn't." he took his eyes of me and put them back on the reporter, but he squeezed my hand which was still interlocked in his. When I heard his answer a 100-watt smile spread across my face.

"Mae, what are your views on that day." the reporter continued.

"That was the scariest day of my life. Seeing them headed toward me scared the shit out of me. Not literally." I added after seeing everybody's faces.

Flashback

"C'mon Maeeee!" Hermione whined while dragging me up the Quidditch stands.

"Uhhh, it's too early." I whined back. It was the first game of the season, why they would have it extra-early in the morning beats me. She finally decided on a suitable seat and dragged me down next to her. I glanced around at everyone around us. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the only person on my entire half of the stadium that was wearing a different color robe. Every so often I got one of those 'what is she doing in our section' deadly glares. "Hermione, are you sure I can sit here?" I asked her uneasily.

"What do you mean?" I glanced down at my robe then gazed over the gobs of the maroon and gold robes, she followed my gaze and understood. "Oh don't worry you can sit where ever you want it doesn't matter, really!"

The past week I've been spending just about every waking moment with the trio of friends. They really went out of their way to make me feel welcome, although sometimes I would walk in on them huddling in a corner whispering about something. Everyone has rights to their own privacy, right? Then why did I always get the feeling they were talking about me? I pushed all the negative thoughts back as I noticed they were finally introducing the players.

The Slytherin team was announced first. I clapped quietly and discreetly so as not to draw any attention to me, I was already afraid the crowd was going to jump me after the game for sitting in 'their' section. Next introduced was Gryffindor. I felt safer clapping a little louder for them. Ron's name was called and I saw him scanning over the stands for a familiar face. It must have not been very hard to find, because of that whole robe dilemma. He found us and waved. He and Hermione worked out their differences and are now 'friends'. Real friendly of friends if you know what I mean? Harry's name was called and he did the same as Ron.

I noticed Draco watching Harry wave to us. He quickly glanced over at us and I mouthed a 'good luck' to him before the game started. I'm not sure if he could read it but he got the picture and gave a small sincere smile. I heard the whistle blow, and the game was on. I leaned on the seats of the row behind us. We were near the back with nobody behind us.

((((Due to my lack of writing talent about quidditch I am just going to skip to the end, my deepest apologies!)))))

"…and Gryffindors are up by 50, it's looking like their going to win by a landslide. Neither seeker has spotted the snitch quite yet, oh would you look at that? Bletchley just blocked an amazing throw by the Gryffindors chaser." stated the Hufflepuff announcer who always seemed to lessen his enthusiasm when talking about the Slytherins. "Weas… Oh! What's this? It seems Malfoy has caught sight of the snitch!" he muffled a laugh, "Well doesn't that beat all? Usually Potter is the one that spots.." he laughed some more before catching sight of a teacher giving him ice-cold glare."

I watched my two best guy friends chasing at dangerous speeds after a tiny glint of gold soaring through the air. Draco was the more mysterious, quick-witted one who always had a comeback for your comment. Harry was more shy, he was caring to no end and he was sweet sincere. As I day dreamed about them I didn't seem to notice that they were both, still flying dangerously fast I might add, heading directly for me. I'm pretty sure my eyes were at least 3 times their usual size. They were neck to neck both had their hands outstretched. I looked up and saw the buzzing snitch directly above me then it moved behind me. Oh crap, to get the snitch they were going to have to go through me. Wait that isn't possible. The boys tried to slow their pace when they saw what they were going to crash into. At the last possible second I seemed to regain conscience as Hermione was yelling into my ear, "DUCK." I did as she said just in time too.

The announcer was on his feet in excitement yelling, "FOR MERLIN'S SAKE DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!" I felt a rush of air above me, it all went so fast. I heard the other side of the stadium cheering. "Wicked move by the brown haired girl in the stands!"

"It looks as Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch…and Slytherin wins, yay for them." The announcer was being sarcastic until he saw the teacher giving him another one of those glares. "I mean let's hear it for Slytherin." he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

My head was still down at my knees. Hermione pulled me up and started violently shaking me. "Stop it." I cried not being able to take it any more.

"Mae! You scared the hell out of me I've been calling your name for the past 3 minutes and you haven't even moved." she gasped as I turned to face her. "Are you okay? You look like a ghost."

"Thanks." I muttered as I stood. The area around us was nearly empty. As Hermione and I descended the stairs of the stadium the crowds of people we passed were all whispering and pointing at us, me in particular. A few even came up and gave me a pat on the back and said, "That was bloody awesome! I thought you were going to be smashed like a bug for sure!" These comments made me cringe at the thought.

A/N - I told you I wan't talented with all that quidditch writting, even though you should review any way. No, I'm not kidding.