Hermione spent four days at Harry's. She had pure, unadulterated fun with her best friend. They went to the park many times, went out for lunches with Ginny, Harry even took her shopping, his treat! They also went to the beach, but when Draco found out Harry saw his girl in a bikini he got upset, but then remembered he didn't have to worry about Harry. He was definitely maturing in the Harry Potter aspect…but not Ron yet, but that's okay: Slowly but surely.
It was now the following week, the day of the try-outs for Harry and Draco.
Hermione woke up at her house early and left quickly to Malfoy Manor.
She pounded the large brass snake-head door knocker loudly. The door was opened shortly by Hilde the house-elf.
'Nice to see you again Miss Granger!'
'You, too, Hilde.'
'Miss Granger remembers Hilde's name?'
'Yes, you answered the door for Draco and myself when I met Narcissa.'
'You remembers! Yous has good memory, Miss Granger! Is Miss Granger looking for Mr. Malfoy?' Hilde asked letting Hermione in.
'Yes, do you know where he is?'
'Mr. Malfoy is out back on his Quidditch pitch. Practicing a lot he is! Mr. Malfoy is very nervous for today.'
'Oh, thank you, Hilde.' Hermione said rushing off to find Draco.
On the way to find Draco, Hermione took a quick detour to say hello to Narcissa. She heard voices in the tearoom. She walked in and saw Narcissa and-
'Jack!' Hermione said with a smile. 'Nice to see you. I heard voices, Narcissa, and I thought I'd come say hello before finding Draco.'
'Oh that son of mine is in a bad state. He's so nervous about his try-outs today. He's been in a fit all day. Hopefully you can get him out of it.' Narcissa told her. 'He's on the pitch.'
'Thank you. How have you been, Jack?' Hermione asked.
'I've been good, Hermione. Visiting here a lot, actually.'
'Good! Draco loves it when you visit.'
'Does he now?' Narcissa asked.
Hermione nodded.
'I'd love to chat, but I should go calm down Draco and tell him how well he is going to do today.' Hermione said with a sarcastic exasperated smile.
'Nice seeing you again, dear.' Narcissa said.
'Hope to see you again soon.' Jack said.
Hermione dashed out of the room.
She made her way to the back of the Malfoy Manor, and outside to the extravagant backyard. The Quidditch pitch was a few hundred feet away, she saw Draco flying around hastily. He was serpentining in and out of the goal posts, practicing his speed.
Draco is going to wear himself out before his try-outs even happen! Hermione thought to herself.
She ran over to the pitch and stood below him.
'Draco!' She called to him.
He abruptly stopped circling the posts and looked down. He flew to the ground quickly, jumped off his broom and strut over to his fiancée.
Hermione smiled inwardly because he immediately came to her. She knew he needed to be comforted right now, he was very stressed…he would never admit it but he didn't to be held, which is what she planned on doing.
She ran to him, meeting him halfway, and embraced him. He hugged her right back.
She kissed him softly.
'Draco you are going to tire yourself out.' She told him softly, 'Please just relax until we go, you are going to be brilliant and you will make the Seeker position. I know you will. You trust me don't you?'
Draco sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a second or two.
'Of course I trust you.' He told her, 'But your trust is not going to get me on the team. My abilities will determine that and I have to perfect them.'
'Exhausting yourself is not going to help you!' She scolded, 'Now I'm here and I am demanding you spend time with me until we must go to Bodmin Moor.'
He smirked at her.
'God…why did I have to fall in love with you?' Draco groaned.
'Are you regretting this?' She asked playfully.
'Never. But I've never been whipped before and I don't like it.' He said dropping his broom at his side.
'So you aren't going to go back up in the air?'
'Noooo…I'll just sit with you.' He moaned.
She kissed him happily. He broke the embrace, but guided her hand-in-hand away from the pitch. He stopped under a large willow tree and collapsed to the ground. She sat down behind him, and lifted his head from the ground and placed it gently in her lap. She leaned back against the tree as Draco lay next to her, watching her. She caressed his blonde locks softly. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. Within a few minutes Draco fell asleep. Hermione smiled, glad that he is getting some rest.
Ten minutes later Hermione saw Narcissa gracefully walking up to them.
Narcissa smiled when she saw Draco asleep on Hermione's lap.
They conversed in hushed voices.
'You got him to stop and rest.' Narcissa sighed happily.
'He's been asleep a little over ten minutes thankfully. He was wearing himself out.'
'Do you believe he will make the team?' Narcissa asked her.
'I have full confidence in him. He's a great player, did you ever get the chance to go to one of his games at Hogwarts?'
'No, unfortunately. I did see him play here though, with Blaise and others. He did seem to play very well. The others looked to him for advice.'
'He was the Slytherin Captain. He has improved so well over the past years, he's almost as good as Harry, even Harry says so. You should come to his try-outs.'
'Really? You don't think Draco would mind?'
'I think Draco would love it if you were there.' Hermione said with a smile.
'All right. We can make a day of it. We'll go to his try-outs and then take Draco to eat afterwards. When does he find out if he made the team?'
'I am not sure. They will say when we get there.'
'When does Draco have to be in Cornwall?'
'At three sharp. I'm going to wake him in an hour.'
'You are going to sit there for an hour?'
'I don't mind.'
'I'll have a house-elf send you some lemonade.' Narcissa said, leaving to go back into the house.
Surely enough, not even five minutes later a house-elf brought some lemonade to her. Hermione received it gratefully.
An hour later Hermione bent down and kissed Draco's forehead. He didn't stir.
'Draco…' She whispered.
He turned slightly.
Hermione stroked his cheek and then lifted his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers. She looked down at him and saw his eyes flutter open and look up at her.
'What time is it?' He asked.
'One thirty.' She told him.
'You sat here for an hour and a half?' He asked lifting his head up.
'Around there, yes. You needed to rest. Don't worry, your mother came to visit me.' She told him. 'Do you feel better?'
'Yes. I didn't realize how tired I was until my head hit your lap.' He chuckled.
'I told you that you wore yourself out. Now imagine having practiced like that up until try-outs, you would die.'
'Of course you were right, Miss Know It All.' Draco sighed, sitting up completely.
His hand moved to her chin and he gently pulled her toward him. He kissed her fervently.
She moaned happily into his mouth. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
'Come on, Draco. Let's get up. You've got to eat before we go. And I'm hungry too.'
He stood up quickly, and lifted her buoyant body to an upright position.
'Since you are always right, I guess we better go and eat then, huh?'
She nodded. He kissed her one last time before going inside.
Bodmin Moor, Cornwall 2:55 P.M.
Hermione walked with Narcissa and Draco from the European luxury car they rode in to the Pitch.
Draco had the newest edition of a Comet in one hand, and Hermione's hand in the other. He was dressed in green robes with the Malfoy Crest on them, and he had his Quidditch pads on too of course.
Hermione could tell Draco was beyond scared because of his sweaty hand…he never has sweaty hands.
A voice was heard on speakers high in the air.
"ALL PARTICIPANTS REPORT TO THE PITCH WITHIN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES."
'That's me.' Draco said, turning to face Hermione.
'Good luck,' Hermione told him throwing her arms around his neck, 'I know you'll be great!'
'Watch for me in the air.' He told her.
'I will. You know I will.'
'No, watch closely.'
She looked at him curiously, but then kissed him soundly, then he broke away from her. He walked over to his mother.
'Thanks for coming mother.'
'I'm glad I'm here. Now go and make that position.'
'I'll try.'
Draco then ran off. Hermione saw Harry coming from a different direction and meet up with him. Harry and Draco walked to the pitch together, this made Hermione beam inside. Then she heard a high-pitched voice behind her.
'Hermione! Hermione!'
Hermione turned to see her red headed friend running up from the parking area toward her.
'Hey Gin! I didn't know you were going to be here!' Hermione said, happy to see her friend.
'Of course I'd come! My whole family came to see Harry. He's pretty much a second son to mum and dad.'
'Is Ron here?'
'Yes, of course.'
'Oh damn.' Hermione sighed.
'Wow! You just swore!' Ginny cried.
'Oh my god, if Draco sees Ron he'll go nuts!' Hermione said, a worried expression overcame her face.
'Draco is here?' Ginny asked.
'That's why I'm here you nut! Draco is trying out for the position of Seeker, didn't Harry tell you?'
'He is? Hermione…Ron is trying out for Seeker too.'
'What? He never played Seeker!'
'I know, but he wanted to try it…' Ginny said quietly. 'I didn't know Draco was trying out for it.'
'Well he is. And when he sees Ron…oh god I just don't even know. Draco better stay calm and just think about doing well today.' Hermione sighed.
'What is wrong?' Narcissa asked, seeing Hermione a little paler than before.
Ginny looked at Narcissa with wide eyes. She wasn't exactly sure who she was, but she did have a hint she was a Malfoy by her appearance.
'Oh nothing,' Hermione sighed, 'I just found out something that might throw off Draco if he finds out.'
'What?' Narcissa asked.
'Well, a person whom Draco really dislikes is trying out for his same position.'
'Pansy Parkinson?' Narcissa asked seriously.
Ginny snorted.
Narcissa looked at the red head curiously then turned back to Hermione.
'No, Narcissa, not Pansy.' Hermione spoke. Ginny's eyes widened when she heard the name "Narcissa". Hermione then said, 'It's Ronald Weasley.'
'Oh, a Weasley, yes Draco has never thought very highly of them. Malfoy's usually don't.' Narcissa said, not knowing who Ginny was.
'How can you say that? They are your family.' Hermione said.
'Doesn't mean we have to like them.' Narcissa said.
'You just don't like us because we care about everyone! Not just snooty pureblooded people like you! And just because we don't have a fancy car and mansion doesn't mean we aren't good people!' Ginny cried just before running off.
'That was your…distant cousin Ginerva Weasley.' Hermione sighed.
'Oh dear. I stepped out of line didn't I?' Narcissa asked Hermione.
'Yes, especially since Ginny and Draco are not actually enemies. The only reason he doesn't like Ron is because Ron tried to me went I was going out with him. It has nothing to do with his wealth anymore.'
'You will go talk to her for me, won't you?' Narcissa asked Hermione.
'Sure. I'll meet up with you later.' Hermione said before running off.
Ginny was sitting with her family, excluding Charlie, Bill, Percy and Ron, of course.
'Hello, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley,' Hermione smiled, 'Nice to see you two again.'
'You too, 'Mione!' George and Fred said simultaneously (do they know any other way?).
'Can I sit with you?' Hermione asked Ginny.
'Sure.' Ginny replied, a little bit disheartened.
'Narcissa told me to talk to you about what just happened.' Hermione said softly enough so only Ginny could hear. 'She didn't realize who you were.'
'Doesn't give her right to say things like that.'
'She admitted she "stepped out of line".' Hermione said. 'But don't get me wrong, I am not trying to condone her actions. She definitely is not as fine-tuned as Draco has become. But she's working on it.'
'I'm sure.' Ginny said sarcastically.
'No, Really, Gin. She is trying. She hated me the first day when she found out my name. Then she learned how Draco and I cared for each other and she changed her mind. She even stood up against Bellatrix Lestrange, promoting Draco not becoming a death eater and disapproving of Lucius Malfoy's past behavior before he died.'
'Really?' Ginny asked.
Hermione nodded.
'Really. So don't hold it against Narcissa too hard.'
'Fine. I hope Draco does okay with Ron out there.'
'Me too, Ginny. Especially because I'm the one who consoles him if things do not going well. Well, either console or scold, depending on what Draco does.' Hermione sighed. 'I'm like a babysitter sometimes to that man.'
'Draco only becomes rash when he does something in your behalf. Like pummeling Ron if he does.' Ginny said.
'I know, but Draco really needs to learn to control his temper.' Hermione sighed.
'Oh do not dwell on that Hermione.' Ginny said.
Draco was running off from his mother and Hermione, when he heard someone yell his surname.
'Malfoy! Malfoy!'
Draco stopped running and turned to his right, where he saw Harry Potter jogging up a hill.
'Hey Potter. Nervous?'
'Nah, not really.'
'Yeah, me either.' He lied quickly.
Harry stared at him for a few seconds.
'You're scared shitless aren't you?' Harry asked.
'Most definitely, you?' Draco asked with a hoarse laugh.
'Definitely.' Harry grinned, hesitantly. 'Umm…so did you hear who else was trying out for the Seeker position?'
'Are they better than me, Potter?'
'I don't think so.'
'Then I don't care!' Draco said proudly, not even thinking it could be Ron.
The two acquaintances walked to the Pitch together, butterflies going crazy in their stomachs.
They came to the Pitch where a table was set up with three people sitting behind it with lists. Harry and Draco walked up to the table.
'Names?' an older man asked.
'Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.'
The man grabbed a list and searched it.
'Trying out for Seeker?' He asked.
'Yes, sir.' Draco replied.
'Go to the far side of the Pitch.' He told him.
Draco nodded.
'Good luck, Malfoy.' Harry said.
'You too.' Draco replied before sprinting off.
Harry was about to open his mouth to say his name but a woman spoke up.
'Harry Potter.' She said to herself as she looked through a list.
'How did you know?' Harry asked.
'Scar.' She replied briskly.
'Oh.' Harry sighed in disappointment.
'Trying out for Beater?' She asked incredulously.
'Yes.'
'Not Seeker?'
'It would appear that way wouldn't it?' Harry asked, annoyed with the woman thinking she knew everything about him.
She raised her eyebrows at him.
'Go to the far side of the Pitch.'
'But isn't that where Seekers go?'
'It would appear that why wouldn't it?' She retorted.
Harry growled and walked away, to the far side of the pitch. He then saw two groups of people, Draco was in one, so he went to the other.
'Is this the Beater group?' Harry asked.
'Yes.' A tall, blonde haired guy said. 'I'm Beau Malfoy.'
Harry pulled a double-take, not quite sure about what he said.
'Excuse me, I didn't catch the last name. Did you say Malfoy?' Harry asked.
'Yes. Problem?' Beau asked, eyeing Harry suspiciously.
'No, no problem. I know your relation, Draco.'
'Draco. I'm sorry.'
Harry smirked.
'Not fond of him?'
'My cousin is very pretentious. He's too high on that horse of his.' Beau snapped.
'I also know his fiancée very well.'
'Ahh…Miss Granger. Yes, I've met her.' Beau said with a twisted smile on his face. 'How do you know her? Oh please say you are her man on the side.'
Harry laughed.
'No, I'm her best friend.'
It was Beau's turn to double-take.
'Are you Harry Potter?'
'Yes.'
'You don't seem too crazy. My mother and I read you were in The Daily Prophet. My aunt Bella doesn't think too much of you though. I hear you were a wicked Seeker at your old school. Why are you trying out for Beater?'
'Wanted to switch things up I suppose.' Harry shrugged. 'Did you know that Draco is trying out for Seeker?'
'What? Oh fuck…yeah…I don't want to be on the same team as that twit cousin of mine!'
Harry laughed.
A man then approached the group.
'I'm Philbert Deverill, the manager of the Puddlemere United team! Try-outs for beater will consist of each participant flying into the air and many bludgers will be thrown at them. You must bat all the bludgers away. If you are hit even once, you are automatically disqualified. Then after you finish that, you will be in charge of another player's safety. A random player will be placed along with you in your area and bludgers will be thrown at them. You must fly quickly to the person and bat away the bludger before it hits them, the catch is you are on the opposite side of the field than the victim, and you must return to that position after each bludger you hit away. There will be a total of fifteen bludgers thrown at you in the first event, then there will be an additional fifteen thrown at the victim that you must bat away in the second. Does everyone understand?'
No one said anything.
'All right, good. All beaters meet in the center of the pitch in five minutes. There will be an announcement over the loudspeaker to remind you.' Philbert concluded. He then walked away toward the Seekers.
'Sounds difficult.' Harry sighed to himself.
Draco was standing with a bunch of Seekers he didn't particularly feel like "getting to know" so he stood silently, brooding…that is until he saw a glimpse of red hair. He swore he saw a Weasley.
A strut over to where he saw the glimpse. The red head's back was toward him. He was talking to a raven-haired boy.
'Weaselbee?' Draco asked.
The red head's body tensed and he slowly turned around.
It definitely was Ronald.
'What the fuck are you doing here?' Draco asked.
'Trying out for the position of Seeker, what does it look like?'
'You were a Keeper…and a pretty rotten one at that.' Draco spat.
'And you were always second to Harry.' Ron replied.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
'Well, since Potter's not here, I guess that makes me first, huh?' Draco asked.
Ron didn't reply.
'That's right, Weasley. Now leave. I don't want you here to give me bad luck.'
'I'm staying. I don't give a fuck if you don't want me here. My whole family is here supporting me. Where's your family? Oh that's right, your father is dead.'
Draco's nostrils flared and his eyes widened.
'Your so-called "family" is here to support Potter. They don't care about your rapist ass. Potter is like a son to them, and now he's dating your sister so he's more part of the family than you are. As for my family, they are here. Hermione and my mother are probably sitting with your family cheering for me…and Potter.' Draco sneered, holding back from punching him right in the nose.
Draco turned on his heel away from Ron, and walked back to where he stood before.
Philbert then walked over to the Seekers.
'I'm Philbert Deverill. I'm the manager for the Puddlemere United Quidditch team. You Seekers will be put through two events. First, you will be timed to see how long it takes you to catch a released snitch. Then, you we each fly around the posts for ten minutes straight, to see how many times you can fly around each. Those are the events which will determine who will get the position of Seeker. Follow me to the middle of the pitch.'
A voice sounded over loudspeakers.
"SEEKER AND BEATER PARTICIPANTS REPORT TO CENTER OF PITCH!"
Draco smiled at the thought of flying in and out of posts…he knew he would beat every person here in that event.
Draco walked to the center, and saw Harry at the pitch, too.
Beaters went first.
Alphabetical order.
Aaron Abelton was first up. He did well, Harry thought, but not well enough. He almost let a bludger hit a "victim".
The worst part of this whole thing was waiting, according to Harry. Finally he heard Philbert cry, 'Potter, Harry!'
The ambiance became a little quieter. Harry hopped on his broom and flew into the hair.
'Look! There's Harry!' Ginny cried from the fan area.
She and Hermione grabbed hands and waited for Harry to start.
He bat every bludger away with ease. It was time to defend a "victim".
'Potter's victim is Beau Malfoy! Malfoy, get up in the air!'
Draco's eyes widened as he saw his foul cousin fly into the air.
'I cannot believe he is trying out for beater.' Draco said to himself, almost in a mock-laugh.
Harry went to the end of the pitch while Beau moved to the center. Suddenly Harry saw a bludger zoom toward Beau. Harry flew off, and beat the bludger and bat it away. He then flew back to his place, and awaited the next bludger. He beat and bat that one too, along with all fifteen bludgers. Beau flew over to him afterwards and thanked him quickly.
Potter did well. Draco thought. He definitely was the best so far. Which moves Beau out of the way.
Beau did go before Harry, and definitely was not as quick as he.
'Harry did really well!' Mrs. Weasley said, 'Don't you think so, Arthur?'
'Yes he did very well.' Arthur replied, 'Best so far, hands down.'
'Did you see how well he aimed those bludgers away from himself?' Fred asked.
'And how quickly he got to the "victim"!' George added.
'And how easily he bat them away?' Fred cried.
'He's almost better than us, Fred!'
'Just almost, George.'
Hermione and Ginny just smiled, as they anxiously waiting for the Seeker try-outs.
The girls then saw Harry become "victim" for the next participant.
'This person better be good.' Ginny said, 'He better not let a bludger hit my Harry.'
The participant was horrible. He only blocked two from hitting Harry, but Harry skillfully dodged the others.
After another half-hour or so, it was the Seekers' turn.
Abigail Ackron was up first.
A girl? Draco thought pessimistically. She's never going to make it.
The girl did adequately, but she was only able to fly around the posts 189 times.
That's less than two per minute. Draco told himself. He once timed himself at home. He was able to do 293 once at home…once.
Draco waited painfully.
'God this is taking a fucking long time.' Draco sighed.
His prayers were answered about five minutes later.
'Malfoy, Draco!' Philbert yelled.
Draco flew into the air. Hermione smiled. She felt Ginny grab her hand anxiously. Hermione watched Draco closely, remembering when he told her to "Watch closely." She had no idea what he was talking about so she squinted to get a good view on him. Her wonder was quenched. When Draco flew into the air, a trail of green and crimson colors fell from his broom, and the colors mixed together forming a brilliant shine of gold. Hermione heard many go "ooh" and "ahh" and "How did he do that, you suppose?" Hermione smiled, she knew that was for her. Even through all this pressure, all the thinking he was doing about the competition and try-outs, she was still on his mind.
Ginny turned and saw Hermione smiling proudly.
'That's for you, isn't it?' She asked.
Hermione simply nodded.
Harry was below Draco. He too knew that was a symbol for Hermione.
Draco was floating in the air.
Oh god this is it. It's time to shine. I've got this. I can do this. No problem.
Then Draco heard a whistle coming from below. This meant the Snitch was released.
Shit.
Draco saw the glimmer of gold and quickly flew to the sparkle. Draco's fingertips tapped the Snitch, but it then the Snitch fell downwards to the ground. Draco commanded his broom to follow it. The Snitch was moving dangerously close to the ground, but Draco kept following it.
'Pull up, Draco! Pull up!' Hermione cried loudly, even though she knew he couldn't hear her.
Draco was about a foot from the ground when the Snitch began to fly back upwards.
'Hell no! You aren't getting away from me!' Draco shouted angrily.
Draco threw himself off of his broom, toward the Snitch, praying he would grab hold of it. Everyone gasped when Draco rolled across the ground, finally stopping in a sitting stance after about ten somersaults. Draco's hands were empty. No snitch. Philbert was about to blow the whistle at Draco, concluding his try-out, but Draco then pulled a Plumpton Pass and removed the gold Snitch from his sleeve. Cheers abrupted.
Hermione saw what happened and her and Ginny stood up quickly, and jumped up and down victoriously.
'Did you see that?' Hermione cried, 'Draco was brilliant!'
'Malfoy just pulled—' Fred began.
'A Plumpton Pass!' George finished.
'That hasn't been done since—' Fred started.
'1921!' George concluded.
Draco walked from the center of the pitch triumphantly, broom and snitch in hand.
He handed the Snitch to Philbert.
'Excellent work. You caught it in a minute ten. Now get up there and impress us with your flying around posts.' Daverill told him.
Philbert announced Draco's time over the loudspeakers, like he had to everyone else's time. Hermione smiled hearing he caught it in a minute and ten seconds.
Draco nodded and flew back up into the air. He flew to the beginning of a post.
You got this one no problem, Draco. He told himself. Hermione is already impressed with that Plumpton Pass, now it's all downhill from here on out.
Draco then heard a whistle and took off. He sinuously flew in and out of the goal posts, going as fast as he could, not even counting himself. After a few minutes he had no idea how many times he had flown around them. But he wasn't going to stop until he heard that second whistle.
After a few more strenuous minutes Draco felt dizzy, but kept concentrating on his goal. He then heard the whistle. That blessed whistle.
Draco stopped after finished a serpentine, then flew back down onto the ground.
'How many was that?' Hermione asked her group.
'I don't know.' Ginny said.
'Lost track,' Fred said.
'After 39.' George said with a smile.
Draco never felt so much need to feel the earth under his feet.
He dazedly walked over to Philbert Daverill.
'How many, sir?' Draco asked.
Philbert and a man with a wizard watch talked quietly to each other.
How many, Sir?' Draco asked again.
Hermione, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Beau all held their breath.
Hermione then heard Philbert's voice over the loudspeakers.
"DRACO MALFOY'S ROUNDS: 294!"
Hermione and the Weasley's cried excitedly. Then Hermione felt a tap, Narcissa was standing there. She hugged Hermione.
'That's was my son.' Narcissa said.
'You should be very proud.'
'I am.'
Draco stared at Philbert in disbelief.
'294?'
'I can barely believe it myself.' Philbert told him. 'That's a great score. I doubt anyone will beat it.'
'Sir, what do I do now?' Draco asked.
'Wait until the rest get done.'
'Can I go to my family, sir?'
Philbert thought for a moment.
'Sure, son. Go ahead.'
'Thank you.'
Draco began to walk off the pitch, but he felt a hand stop him. He turned around and saw Harry.
'Good blocking and batting, Potter.'
'Thanks, but you were wicked, Malfoy. As much as it pains me to say. That Plumpton Pass was brilliant.'
'Thanks, Potter. I'd love to sit and chat with Golden Boy all day, but I think my attention is being drawn to a certain female in the fan section.'
'Oh, sorry. Tell Gin I say hi. I'm going to wait here until Ron is done.'
Draco nodded and sprinted away.
He got to the large fan section, and found the stairs to climb up. He climbed until he reached the top. He scanned the crowd for Hermione. He found a row of red heads instead, he figured Hermione was there too. He sailed quickly to the group. He saw his mother hugging Hermione.
The fans began to recognize Draco.
'Your Plumpton Pass was excellent!' Some cried.
'294! That's got to be a record!' Other shouted.
Draco mumbled thanks and pushed his way to Hermione. She was barely a foot away.
'Hermione!' He called out.
Hermione turned around and saw a huddled mass of people surrounding a blonde man.
'Draco!' She called back. 'Draco!'
She ran from the group, into the mass.
'Hermione?'
'Draco?
Suddenly Hermione felt a hand grab her arm and pull her into the center of the group. She was face to face with her fiancé.
'Oh Draco…' She sighed admiringly.
He stopped her mouth with his, hungrily kissing her. She clumsily wrapped her arms around him, trying to avoid smacking people. He forced his arms around her waist, not caring if he smacked people.
'You were so brilliant,' She gasped as he attacked her neck openly, 'Bloody brilliant, Draco. So good, absolutely wicked. I've never seen a faster seeker, not even Harry. The Twins were even impressed, oh Draco I'm so proud, I knew you'd do well.'
She kept complimenting him as he planted hickeys on her, she felt her knees give way a few times, but Draco held her up tightly.
Suddenly he pulled away.
'Did you see the light beams?' He asked hopefully.
She nodded.
'Of course, that was so thoughtful of you.' She told him.
The people finally began to disperse from them, finally realizing that Draco was not going to speak to them.
When there was an open path, Hermione pulled Draco to her "group". Narcissa was the first to embrace Draco.
'OH my little baby boy! You were so marvelous! Only if your father were here to see you, he'd be proud. I'm so proud. I've never been more proud of you.'
'Thank mother.'
Ginny then stood. And hugged him before he could protest.
'Bloody hell, Draco! Absolutely brilliant!' Ginny exclaimed.
'Ginerva! Language!' Molly scolded.
'Sorry, mum.'
'Potter says hi.' He told Ginny after she released him. 'He's waiting for Weaselbee…I mean R-Ron.' He stammered, but knew he had to called him by his first name in front of his parents.
'You were wicked, Malfoy!' George said.
'Yes, I'd have to agree with my very handsome brother, you were great! I loathe you but you were awesome!' Fred cried.
'Fred be nice.' Hermione scolded playfully.
A name all too familiar was heard over the loud speakers.
"WEASLEY, RONALD!"
Their group hushed.
Ron caught the Snitch in:
"RONALD WEASLEY'S TIME: Two minutes."
'Pretty good for ickle Ronnikins.' Fred commented.
Ron then slithered through the posts. A whistle blew, Ron flew back to the ground.
"RONALD WEASLEY'S ROUNDS: 231."
'That was pretty good, too.' Fred said.
'But not good enough.' George ended.
A few minutes later Harry came to their group. He too was praised and kissed by Ginny.
'Where's Ronald?' Molly asked.
'He said he wanted to be alone for a bit, but he's okay. He did well, and he knows it was his best.' Harry said.
Then Harry turned to Draco.
'We find out tomorrow if we made it. Philbert will call all the winners and losers individually.'
'Now we wait?' Draco asked Harry.
'Now we wait.'
A/N: 5411 words! Thank you, thank you...next update might not come for awhile...My senior skip day and senior prank is this week, i'll inform you all on how that goes in my next update!