A/N: Once againI did not wait as long as I thought...I'm sorry but I guess I'm addicted...

I am very surprised that more of you don't have more faith in me! C'mon like I would leave you all hanging, not knowing what EXACTLY happened to Draco and his status in the Quidditch world! I had a plan and a reason for the letter that was sent to him. And I am shocked to say only a very slim few of my reviewers had a HINT of what was going on thank you to mOviAnGel, SiriuslyPadfoot'sGal, cocoajoa !

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Recap:

Draco broke the wax seal and pulled open the letter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy, Thank you for coming and trying out yesterday. I am always glad to see so many young people still interested in Quidditch. Draco then began to read slower. However, I am sorry to say you did not make the position. Please continue to train, you have potential. Sincerely, Philbert Deverill, Manager of Puddlemere United

Chap. 14 Visitor

'What the fuck!'

Yes, you would think this came from Draco, but no.

'What the fuck!' Hermione cried.

Draco jumped in his seat and looked up at his fiancée.

'How did you not make the team! You were the best one out there!' Hermione shouted.

'Hey, 'Mione, I was really hoping I got the Seeker position, too, but…you just swore.' He said slowly realizing again that his pure-mouthed fiancée swore. And not just a bad word, she said a bad word. The one word she hated Draco saying.

'I'm sorry, but I am upset. I cannot believe it. You deserved it so much.' She struggled to articulate. She was on the verge of tears, but she quickly wiped her eyes so no tears could form. He put down the letter, rose from his chair, and then embraced her.

'Don't cry for me.' He told her.

'I'm not.' She stated.

He let her go, and nodded. He then turned to read the letter again.

'You should have made it, Draco.' She said. 'How could you not have! You broke a record!'

'I know, Hermione! I was there. Let's not dwell on this. I didn't make it and that's that.' He said, his voice raising.

Hermione stared at him fearfully.

'What are you going to tell your mother?' She asked.

'Obviously that I didn't make it.' He said disdainfully.

Draco then took the letter, crumpled it and threw it into a trashcan. He threw on a T-shirt and brushed by Hermione to leave and tell his mother.

As he walked away from her he felt Hermione's hand grab his arm tenderly. He turned his head back to look at her.

'Don't be like this. I'm sorry for bringing it up again, don't be angry with me.' She said obsequiously.

Draco walked back to her and kissed her forehead softly.

'I'm sorry. I'm upset about my tryouts. I should have been better. It's my fault I didn't make it and I was taking it out on you.'

'Draco, you were perfect, Deverill doesn't know what he's talking about.'

'He's the fucking manager, Hermione. He knows who is good and who isn't. I wasn't perfect, and you don't have to lie and say I was. I'll be right back.' He said before quickly leaving before she could retort.

When he walked out the door, Hermione sat down at the desk and stared out the window.

How could he not have made it? This was his dream. He wanted to play professional Quidditch, now what will he do? What if he gives up? This was going to be his life…

Draco walked down the stairs feeling morose.

How fucking stupid am I? How could I have possibly thought that I could make a professional Quidditch team? I got my hopes up, my mother's hopes, and Hermione's. I am so stupid…

He reached the tearoom.

'Mother,'

'Oh! Draco!' She said smiling, standing from a table to hug him.

'I didn't make it.' He quickly said.

'What?' She asked, not sure if she heard him correctly.

'I didn't make the Seeker position. I got my letter this morning.'

'I'm sorry, darling, but there must be a mistake.' She said, hugging him again.

'No, mistake, mother. I didn't make it and that's it, I don't really want to talk about it if that's okay.'

'It's your own choice, darling. Go back upstairs, I'm sure your fiancée can comfort you better.'

'I don't want to be comforted.' He snapped.

'Draco, stop it. Stop being sore and pessimistic.' She scolded.

Draco looked at her strangely.

'What?' He asked.

'You don't need pity, Draco, and I know that's probably what Hermione just tried to give you and you probably yelled at her for it, now go back upstairs, apologize, and go for a walk or something. Now.'

Draco left the room quickly. He knew his mother was right, but he didn't want to hear it. He rather be bitter. As he walked down the hall, the doorbell echoed. He looked around and saw Hilde dashing from the basement to reach the door. He held out his arm toward her, stopping her.

'I'll get it.' He told her.

'Hilde'll get it, Sir.'

'Go back downstairs, it's fine.' He said malignantly.

The little house elf bowed quickly, then turned and ran off.

Draco dragged his feet to the door and opened it to see the person he probably wanted to see the least.

'Uhh, Mr. Deverill, what are you doing here?'

Deverill looked at him questionably.

'I came to give you some information you might need, and personally give you my congratulations.'

'What? Why?' Draco asked caustically.

'Oh did that ruddy owl of mine get lost? You didn't get the letter yet?' Deverill asked, looking as if he struck the possible reason to Draco's hostile attitude.

'Oh no, Mr. Deverill, I received your letter. That is precisely the reason why I am wondering why you are giving me congratulations to a letter of rejection. Doesn't make me feel much better, you coming here to rub in.' Draco said coarsely.

'Rejection?' Deverill asked incredulously. 'Mr. Malfoy, you made the team, as Seeker.'

Draco's eyebrow rose.

'Excuse me? No, my letter said I did not make the team, but I had "potential" and I shouldn't give up.'

'Mr. Malfoy, I'm standing here in front of you. You are on the Puddlemere United team.'

Draco's face beamed and a smile formed.

'Well, what the bloody hell was that other letter for!' Draco cried.

'I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. As I said before, my owl is ruddy, he probably messed it up.'

'But my name was on it. It said, "Dear Mr. Mal— " who made the position of Beater? Was it Beau Malfoy?'

'Oh, no the owl must have sent you his letter…' then Deverill's face sunk, 'oh the other Malfoy received your acceptance letter! I must leave quickly-here are your papers of information! I must go Mr. Malfoy! Congratulations again.'

Philbert Deverill dashed down the Malfoy's long driveway, into a nice car and the driver took off.

Draco stood in the doorway for a few minutes, sinking in what just happened. He looked down at his papers. Each sheet had Puddlemere United Quidditch Team typed onto it. He grinned, skipped back inside the house and slammed the door. He ran into the tearoom.

'Who was at the door, dear?' Narcissa asked, not looking up from a book she was reading.

After he didn't answer for a few brief seconds she looked up and saw her son staring at her smiling.

'What happened to you?' She asked with a smile.

'I made the team.' He stated. 'They accidentally sent me Beau's.'

He then disappeared from the doorway. Narcissa grinned to herself as she heard her son bound up the stairs quickly.

Hermione was in Draco's room, still sitting in his chair, when she heard his door open forcefully and Draco slid in. He was holding a small stack of papers.

'I got Beau's.' He stated.

'What?' She asked softly.

'Beau didn't make the team. I got his letter by accident.'

'You made the team?' She asked with a glimmer of hope.

'I made the team.'

She smiled at him.

'I knew you had to have made it.' She said in a breath.

He nearly skipped over to her, lifted her into a standing position and placed kisses all over her face and neck. She sighed in his arms.

'I told you you did perfectly.'

'I wasn't perfect, but thank you for believing in me. And I'm sorry again for getting upset with you. You were just trying to comfort me.'

'It's okay. I know you really tried hard at your tryouts, a letter of rejection would leave anyone ornery.'

'I promise that I'll work on my anger management problems. I'll try at least. I know I get moody when I fail, and then I take it out on you and I'm sorry.'

'It's fine. We both have our little flaws.'

He shook his head.

'That's not true. You're perfect,' He said grabbing her tightly and lifting her a bit, then he swung her around.

She screamed when he released her, but she landed easily on his bed. He then bounded onto the bed, pressing his lips against hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, but talked as he attacked her neck.

'Draco! Draco! As much as I would love for you to continue, I want to call Harry. I want to see if he made it too.'

He brought his face up.

'Oh, yeah. Let's owl him quickly. Well, I know Beau didn't make it.' He said with a smirk.

'I'll just go use your new phone. Harry has one! He's half muggle.'

Draco shrugged.

'Good idea, that's quicker.' Draco said dashing from his room.

'Draco wait for me!' Hermione cried lifting herself from his bed. She also ran out of the room, but when she turned into the hallway, she smacked right into Draco. He laughed loudly. 'Oh you are so childish.' She rolled her eyes and then they raced down the stairs.

As they skidded down, Hermione began to push Draco.

'Cheating!' He shouted, as he hit the wall.

'No rules!' She yelled back, a few steps ahead of him.

He nearly threw himself down the stairs, he reached her, and grabbed her waist.

'Let go!' She laughed.

He whipped her around, and pushed her softly away back up the stairs, then dashed down the rest of them, to the main floor. She turned around to see him in a victory dance.

'I hate you! You pushed me! You can't push girls!'

'I can't hit girls. There's a difference between hitting and a playful push.' He smirked. 'Besides, you little hypocrite, you pushed me into the wall first!'

She shrugged her shoulders playfully and jumped down the rest of the stairs. He slid his arm around her waist and they walked to the family room. They sat on a couch, next to the phone while Hermione picked up the receiver and dialed a number, assumed to be Harry's. Draco watched, after a few silent seconds, Hermione's face lit up.

'Hi Harry!'

'Uh, hullo. Who's this?' Harry asked.

'Hermione!'

'Oh, hey! Didn't recognize your voice at first. How are you?'

'Oh good, good. Well?'

'Well what?'

'Stop playing stupid, Harry. You know I'm calling to see if you made the Beater position.'

'Did Draco make Seeker?'

'Not at first.'

'What do you mean?'

'This morning he accidentally received Beau's rejection statement, simply addressed to a "Mr. Malfoy", but then Deverill stopped by and realized he sent the wrong letter. He did make the team.'

'Tell Draco, "good job, teammate".'

Hermione shrieked excitedly.

'Oh! Good job, Harry! You were both so bloody brilliant! I know the team is going to be undefeatable now!'

'I'm going to assume Draco is sitting with you, so can I talk to him quickly?'

'Yeah!'

Hermione handed the phone to Draco.

'Harry made it too!' She told Draco excitedly.

'Yeah, got that from your ear-piercing scream.' Draco said facetiously, taking the receiver from her hand.

'Hey, congratulations, Potter.' Draco said into the phone.

'Thanks, you too. Are you at Hermione's?'

'No, my house.'

'What? The Malfoy's have a muggle telephone?' Harry said shockingly.

'Present from a family friend.' Draco snapped.

'So, we're on the same team now. Can we pull this off?' Harry asked.

'We better. This is what I want to do for a very long time.'

'Okay, well no shoving me in the air.'

'No training for the ballet.' Draco said with a dry chuckle.

'No problem, I've got to go, see you at the first practice.'

'All right, did you want to talk to 'Mione again?'

'Tell her good bye for me.'

'All right, bye.'

Draco hung up the phone.

'Potter says "bye".'

Hermione was beaming.

'You better be that happy when I say something to you.' Draco said noticing her grin.

'You and my best friend are on the same professional Quidditch team! What more could I ask for? When do your practices start?'

'I don't know. I didn't really check that sheet.'

They walked back up to Draco's room. He went to his desk and picked up his pile of papers. He sat down and began to read through them, but then remembered Hermione was just standing there. He turned around and saw her standing patiently. He immediately stood up.

'Sorry, here sit down.' He said, going back to his papers standing up.

Hermione rose an eyebrow.

'It's okay, baby you can sit down.' Draco said to her.

'No that's fine.' Hermione told him.

Draco sat down on the chair and nodded her over. She walked over to him curiously. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.

'Here, read with me.'

She smiled and nodded.

Practices with the Puddlemere team started the following week. They were six times a week, four hours a day. Draco came home exhausted every night.

'Draco, they sure are working you hard.' Narcissa commented one night. 'You barely have time to eat. How are you going to keep up with everything?'

'Everything?' Draco asked.

'You have a fiancée, Draco. Don't forget.'

'I'd never forget her. I call her every day, especially now that we have that blasted telephone. She understands that these practices will pay off.'

'Yes, she's very understanding.' Narcissa sighed.

'Okay, I'll bite.'

'What do you mean? I am not saying anything, except that make sure you spend time with Hermione too.'

'I do. I'll go over to her house right now.'

'You're not finished with your dinner.'

'I have my priorities, mother. I'll be home late.'

'Good night, dear.'

Hermione was in the kitchen putting away clean dishes. She had the radio on and was listening to some music. She was swaying back and forth and humming as she cleaned. She grabbed a clean glass from the dishwasher and spun to put it away, however, when she spun she saw someone in the room. She screamed and dropped the glass, shattering it.

'Draco!' She shouted. 'You scared me! And look what you made me do!'

But she quickly forgot about the pieces of glass beneath her. She hopped over the shards and hugged him.

'I'm so happy to see you. I haven't seen you all week.' She sighed, keeping her arms around his neck.

'Were you doing some housework?' He asked.

'The dishes, you know, practicing for when I'm your little housewife.'

Draco laughed.

'You won't have to lift a finger when you become my wife.'

'You really expect me to just lay around and get fat?' Hermione asked.

'I don't think it's possible for you to get fat.' He told her.

'Oh, it's possible.'

'No, it isn't.'

'If I did, would you leave me?' Hermione asked with a smile.

'Depends, are you fat because you are lazy? Or are you fat because you are eating for two?'

Hermione laughed.

'Eating for two? Haha, let's hope it's neither for quite some time.'

'Maybe not the first, but one of these time's I'm going to end up knocking you up.' Draco kidded.

'Oh, how eloquent.' Hermione droned. 'Now, unhand me, sir, so I can clean up this glass and finish doing the dishes for my parents.'

'I'll help.'

They both began to carefully pick up the pieces and throw them away. Afterwards, Hermione put detergent in the dishwasher and started it.

'So, how was practice today?' Hermione asked, during around from the washer.

'Difficult, but no different than usual.' He shrugged.

'You're working really hard, Draco. I'm proud.' Hermione said with a smile.

A slow tune began to play on the radio.

'Well, thank you fair maiden.' He said stepping close to her. He put her arms up around his neck, and then put his arms around her waist. He pulled her close and began to turn slowly and sway back and forth to the music.

Hermione looked up at him adoringly.

'We're dancing in my kitchen.' She stated.

'It's where the music is.' He shrugged.

'You're sweet.'

'You said you were cleaning for your parents, where are they?'

'My Great Aunt's house it's like forever away.'

'Where's your dictator brother?'

'With Christine somewhere. They left about an hour ago.'

'So we're all alone?' He asked with a mischievous grin.

She nodded whimsically.

He smirked and slowly backed her up into her kitchen cupboards, then he picked her up and sat her on the countertop. He placed his hands behind her and grabbed her butt, pulling her against him, making her wrap her legs around his waist. She tilted her head back and his lips placed sweet kisses on her chest and collarbones.

She leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. She then put her hand on under his chin, lifted his face towards her own and kissed him passionately. As they kissed, he slid his hands down her sides and reached the bottom of her tank top. He tugged on it, and lifted it upwards. They pulled away, and she lifted up her arms enabling Draco to remove shirt. She was left in a light blue bra. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips, up to her ear. He then whispered, 'You're coming down now, love.'

He moved his hands up her sides, and lifted her off the countertop and put her feet on the floor. He looked into her eyes and gave her a big smile, his white teeth showing brightly. She nearly melted. He tenderly kissed her jawbone as his hands searched her breasts. Her hands were unbuttoning his shirt, tugging on his arms. His arms left her breasts, so his shirt could fall off his shoulders. She looked down at his toned chest and stomach. If possible, he had gotten even more toned this past few weeks.

'Oh, gosh.' Hermione gasped looking at his body.

'Right back at you.' He said in her ear.

He leaned in to kiss her, but she was quicker. She quickly pushed him up against her kitchen table. He smirked.

'Keep going, baby.' She told him.

He looked behind, all there was was the table top.

'Keep going?' He asked.

'Up there.'

He obeyed and moved to sit up on the table. Hermione nearly orgasmed standing there, watching his muscles twitch as he lifted himself onto the table. He was barely sitting before she quickly climbed up on him, pushing him down into a laying position. She straddled low on his waist. She leaned up and spoke softly in his ear.

'You're breathtaking.'

He grinned at her.

'What does that get me?'

She put her head down and kissed his chest, not taking her eyes from him. He watched her, too. She moved her lips down to his navel, then her tongue made a trail back up to his neck. By the time she reached his mouth, his eyes were closed and fluttering. She grinned as she felt his hand reach up to hold the back of her head, pushing her mouth harder against his. Their tongues intertwined and both moaned pleasurably.

Draco ran his hand down Hermione's side, causing goosebumps to rise all over her. She shivered under his hand. She began to laugh, breaking their kiss.

'Hey, you, stop that this very instance.' Draco said jokingly.

'I'm sorry, you're causing me goosebumps.' She giggled.

Draco sat up, causing Hermione to slide down a bit, and sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her again, resting his hands low on her back. He leaned forward and began to kiss her amorously. They decided to snog for a few long minutes.

'Ahh…' Hermione sighed after she pulled away from bruised lips. 'I love you. Did you know?'

'I had a hint of it just then.' Draco winked.

She smiled, but looked as if she wanted something more.

'And I love you too.' He said back to her. 'But I should go. I have practice tomorrow morning.'

'What time is it tomorrow?'

'What day is it tomorrow?'

'Thursday, baby.' She chuckled.

'I have to be at Bodwin Moor by 9 AM.'

'Oh wow…that's early, you should go.' Hermione said sliding off of him, and the table.

She bent down and picked up his shirt. When she stood back up, she saw Draco pop his head upwards quickly.

'What were you doing?' She asked.

'My fiancée has a nice ass.' He shrugged guilt-free.

She rolled her eyes, handing him his shirt.

'Thanks.' He said, putting it back on.

When he buttoned up his shirt Hermione frowned.

'Oh, it was such a nice view, too.' She sighed.

He laughed at her. He then moved his hand toward her bra and nonchalantly pulled it forward, bearing her breasts.

'Draco!' She cried, playfully slapping his hands away. 'What was that for?'

'Well, you got the full frontal view of me, and this whole night I didn't get yours.'

'You are such a boy!' She said with a horrific laugh.

He shrugged.

'Good night, my love.' He said just before kissing her softly.

'Good night.' She replied.

A/N: Kinda random stuff in this chapter, but I wanted to solve the puzzle of Draco's rejection. Next chapter will be a mini summary of practices and games of Draco and Harry and then it skip some months, getting closer to SPRING! And you all know what happens in Spring! REVIEW!