Tomorrow was the first match of the season. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The Slytherin team couldn't kick Draco off the team because they had no replacements. If they tried to harm him, that person would be taken of the team permanently.

"Draco, sit down, you're going to pace a hole in the floor," said Hermione.

"I can't. Potter is going to try anything to try and knock me off my broom," said Draco.

"Since when were you afraid of Harry?" asked Hermione.

"I'm not," said Draco.

"Ok, then sit down," said Hermione. Draco sat down next to her. "Why don't you resign if you're so worried?"

"I can't do that. If I do, Potter will think I'm afraid of him. I'm not," said Draco. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I'm not, I just don't want to be killed."

"He won't kill you. He only wants to kill Voldemort," said Hermione.

"I know," said Draco. "Why does HE have to kill him? Can't anyone kill him?"

"They share this prophecy thing," said Hermione.

"Oh," said Draco.

Draco couldn't sleep that night. Hermione heard his bed squeak everytime he rolled over. She could also hear him say 'no' over and over again. She put on her bathrobes and hurried to his room.

"Draco! It's ok. Tomorrow's game will be fine," she said touching his forehead. He jerked awake and grabbed her arm. (Just like in Pirates of the Caribbean when Elizabeth first met Will.) He was sweating. "Nothing will happen tomorrow."

"I wasn't dreaming about the game," said Draco.

"Then, what's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"I saw my father murder my mother again," said Draco. Hermione hugged him. "Then I saw him murder you." Hermione hugged him tighter.

"It was just a dream, go back to sleep," said Hermione. She kissed him and left.

About five hours later, he got up and went down to breakfast with Hermione.

"Ok, I'm want anyone who has the quaffle to win. So if Slytherin has the quaffle, I want them to win, but if Gryffindor has the quaffle, I want them to win. This way, I'm not totally against either team," said Hermione when they sat down

"Ok," said Draco. He got up five minutes later and headed to the locker rooms to change into his green robes. Harry and Ron got up at the same time.

"Have fun Malfoy," said Harry.

"Trust me, with you playing, I will," said Draco.

Harry and Ron went to their locker room. Draco smirked, which he hadn't done in a long time, at them and went into his won.

The teams came out and flew into the air, the balls released, and the game began. Draco was about twenty feet above the game, looking for the snitch.

Harry had seen the snitch, so did Draco. But his Nimbus 2001 was not chance against a Firebolt.

"Come on, faster," Draco urged his broom.

"You're not going to win Malfoy, so give up," said Harry. Then, out of nowhere, two bludgers hit the both of them. The snitch flew away. They weren't seriously hurt though.

"Damn it," said Draco.

This game had more fouls than the last game for the Cup in Draco's third year and it was only half way! Most of the fouls were made on Draco. The Gryffindor's weren't losing though, Ron was a very great Keeper, almost as good as Oliver Wood.

Draco couldn't wait until the match was over; it was getting nasty. "Come on, where are you," Draco muttered to himself. The score was 100-90 Gryffindor.

Then he saw it, the snitch. He sped toward it, hoping that Harry hadn't seen him, but he did. Draco was much ahead, maybe he'd be able to catch it.

"Not today, not ever Malfoy. I've never lost a match against Slytherin, and that won't start now," Harry said elbowing him. Draco elbowed back. They dived and with arms out, Harry caught the snitch. 250-90!

"Gryffindor wins!" yelled Madam Hooch.

"Why didn't you catch the snitch?" yelled the Slytherin captain.

"Hello! He has a Firebolt! I have a Nimbus 2001!" yelled Draco.

"Then buy a Firebolt!" yelled the captain.

"No!" yelled Draco.

"Why!" yelled the captain.

"Because I resign! I will not be on the team if everyone hates me!" yelled Draco. He stormed to the locker room.