Chapter 3- Of Course

Of course….

Hermione loved the winter time with Draco; especially during the Quidditch matches.

Gryffindor was playing against Hufflepuff of course, and Gryffindor was winning by a long shot. The two love birds could care less about the Quidditch match at the moment; because they were too busy looking in each other's eyes behind the bleachers.

Hermione shivered slightly as she was against Draco's body, and this made Draco hold on to her more tightly. Hermione looked at Draco's face, and she noticed how his nose grew slightly pink due to the cold, and she couldn't help but kiss his nose lightly, and watch him grin.

"Why do you always do things like that?" asked Draco.

"I dunno, I never thought about why I do things like that. I'm just going to go with, 'because I love you so much,'" said Hermione cheerfully. Draco chuckled lightly and smiled once again. This is too perfect… thought Draco.

"I can't believe that we're together. I never would have thought so, I never would have thought-" began Hermione.

"I know, me neither…" said Draco. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes as she smelled Draco's cologne.

"I love you so much Draco…" mumbled Hermione as she looked at him, and he looked at her too. He bent his head down to kiss her lips again, and as usual, his lips warmed her heart.

"Hermione!" came Harry's voice distantly. "Hermione! Come on! We've won!"

"Oh shit," mumbled Hermione. She quickly pulled away from Draco and stood up, but his hand grabbed her shoulder.

"Wait, before you go," whispered Draco. He pulled her into a long, passionate kiss, and she whispered, "Goodbye love. I'll see you later."

Hermione quickly jumped out from behind the stands and bumped into Harry.

"Oh Harry!" screeched Hermione as if she were surprised. Harry chuckled and said,

"What on earth were you doing under there?" as he went to pull away the covers under the stands.

"Harry, wait!" but he had already pulled them away. He looked around, and seemed confused. "What? There's nothing under there," said Harry.

Hermione needed to save herself. "Er, there's a faulty piece of wood back there, I'd gotten stuck trying to fix it…" she lied.

"Oh, well, whatever. Come on; let's get back to the common room. We're going to finish that essay for Snape," said Harry.

"What? You're not having a party?" asked Hermione.

"Oh, nah. I've got too much shit to do for Snape, and Ron's tired as it is. So's the rest of the team, after all, why wouldn't they be under my leadership?" asked Harry jokingly. He had become the new Quidditch captain, and was one of their best yet. He was rumored to be even tougher then Oliver or Angelina, but that was hard to believe.

"Great game there, mate," said Ron as he caught up to the three of them. "Thanks, Ron," said Harry. "You did great too."

"You were both wonderful," said Hermione.

"Oh, be quiet you damn blood-traitors," came a cold voice Hermione never wanted to hear again.

The three turned to see Draco and his cronies behind them. Hermione looked at Draco skeptically, and was hoping he was just going to keep going, and that Harry and Ron would ignore him.

"Shove off Malfoy, you're just jealous that Gryffindor's in lead for the cup," spat Harry.

Hermione had no idea how to act. This, after all, was not the Draco she knew and she had to pretend that that Draco didn't exist.

"Shows what you know, Potter. Slytherin won their match against Ravenclaw by 200 points yesterday," shouted Draco.

"Obviously you don't even pay attention, Malfoy. Gryffindor won by, oh, how much was it Ron?" asked Harry as if he didn't know.

"Not too sure mate, but I think it was around, oh, 250 to none today?" said Ron.

"Oh yeah! That's it!" said Harry sarcastically.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway, does it? Fifty points more? That's easy. You better spend some quality time with your ass, Potter, because it's not going to be there anymore when I'm through with you next spring," said Malfoy.

Hermione decided to act now. "I feel so sorry for who ever has the hots for you, Malfoy, because that means no lad will ever go near her with a ten-foot pole again!" she cried.

Draco looked at her oddly and winced, hoping this may have been a sign to Hermione; she continued to stare at him with severe loathing.

"How dare you even think I could ever be dirtier than you, you filthy little mudblood…" mumbled Draco so only Hermione could hear it.

Hermione felt like he had actually meant it, after all that is how he used to act when they hated each other. Her face began to redden, and her eyes watered even though she didn't want them to. Hermione welled up her strength and-

POW!

There was now a big, shiny, red bump on Draco's face.

Oh, that's going to completely ruin his face… thought Hermione as she continued to look at him with fake loathing.

Draco looked at her with his kind eyes again as he started to chuckle.

"I have to say, Granger, you have a nice right hook," said Draco.

"Oh, go to hell you damn slug!" spat Hermione.

Draco looked at her oddly, or rather; he looked at her back oddly because she had just stormed off.

Damnit, is she really angry with me? thought Draco. Maybe I did go a bit far…

Hermione was also thinking along these lines. Did he mean what he said? she thought. I mean, my Lord, that was a bit harsh…

Tears began to leak from her eyes. Stop Hermione, calm down, you're over-reacting, besides, what will Harry and Ron think if they see me crying? They'll go insane… she thought to herself.

She was distant now, and Draco continued to stare at her from his current stance, having a hard time stopping himself from chasing after her.

"She isn't…" began Harry. Ron looked in Hermione's direction as well, and said, "She is mate! You better not have hurt her, you stupid son of a bitch…" mumbled Ron as he looked at Draco. Draco said nothing, and kept a neutral expression on his face.

"Come on, mate…" said Ron. He ran in Hermione's direction, but Harry stayed where he was, and glared loathingly at Draco.

"What are you waiting for, Potter?" asked Draco.

"It's not my place," said Harry. Draco wasn't absolutely sure what he meant by this, but he decided not to question it any further.

Ron had reached Hermione and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hermione, what did he say-?" began Ron, but Hermione became hysterical. She pulled Ron into a huge hug and cried into his shoulders.

"It seemed so real, it just…it didn't seam right…" mumbled Hermione. This made no sense to Ron whatsoever.

"What's not right Hermione? Has this got to do with Malfoy?" he asked. Hermione looked at Ron, and cried out one last sob.

"Of course…"