A/N: I may not be able to update for two weeks, I have the filming competition I won all this week, then church camp the week after that. But ill try my best. READ, ENJOY, and REVIEW!

Chapter Five: The Big Game
"And here comes the Gryffindor team; HARRY POTTER OUR VERY OWN BOY WHO SEEKED, and CAPTAIN ANGELINA…" Dean Thomas' voice boomed through the stadiums as he announced the teams, but all Ron could hear was Hermione's voice, "Yes….." Who knew one word could make someone feel so good inside.

"Will you go out with me Hermione……like on a date" Ron had asked her out, they were going to go out; well technically we are going out, I mean he kissed me. Oh god, he kissed me……… Oh god, what am I going to wear! "RONALD WEASLY!" Dean's voice snapped both Hermione and Ron out of their previous thoughts and into reality. Harry laughed at Dean's use of Ron's full name. He looked over to see Ron's reaction but found that he had none; he either didn't hear of didn't car. Strange, usually he would be steaming, or at least embarrassed.. Ron gave Hermione a quick glance and saw her smile as he sped over to the three goal hoops.

"AND HERE COMES THE SLYTHERIN TEAM." Hissing surrounded Dean and engulfed his booming voice. He had to stifle a strong urge to join them and continue. "AND HERE COMES THE TEAM CAPTAIN….."

God, I could've gone without seeing that disgusting display of affection. I hope the image doesn't find itself back to me and throw off my game. Draco glanced over to Ron who was obviously staring. But what at? Draco followed Ron's stare and found no one other than Weasly's partner in crime. God could Hermione be any more obvious I mean she's practically seducing him with her beautiful eyes….and what's this? His eyes had found there way back to Ron. God…have some pride man! Keep it in your pants! My god if I didn't- "DRACO MALFOY" Dean's voice filled with a certain amount of disdain every time he had to say his name. He couldn't stand Draco.

Draco sped out onto the middle of the pitch shaking his head slightly. I mean I guess she isn't ugly, but Weasly isn't exactly a stud so it should just make sense that- "MALFOY! Malfoy! Are you listening?" Madam Hooch was glaring at him. It looked like she wasn't just about to stop yelling, "I don't care how boring you think I am, or how much more important you think you are than everyone else here, you can't choose not to listen. Next time I catch you that will be points from Slytherin! Now as I was saying." Hooch gave Malfoy one more, good glare then continued with her little speech. God I need to stop thinking about them before I get in real trouble. What's wrong with me anyway? She's not anything special; I mean she's pretty I guess…..she's just so infuri- Wait, I'm thinking about her, THEM again. Stop it…….Why do I even care?

"And that's 10 points for GRYFINDOR. Making the score 90 to ZERO! I don't know about you, but I've never seen Ronald play so well. Someone must've put something in his water if you know what I mean….no of course not Prof. McGonagall, alcohol is bad, very bad…yes…I …..Yes ma'am." Dean Thomas shut up for only a few seconds before continuing his commentary. "The Quaffle is passed to ANGELINA who is looking quite nice today if I don't say so myself……."

Harry was scanning the pitch for that little glint of gold. The snitch was making itself very hard to find today, and Harry was getting frustrated. He didn't usually have to work at anything when it came to Quiditich. And we can't lose to Slytherin………no, I can't lose to Malfoy………..

Where is that little bugger! Draco was having an equally difficult time trying to find the snitch. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of the thing and he was getting pretty anxious. But as luck (or unluck) would have it, for once, Draco Malfoy found it before Harry. It was hovering over some of the stands. The only problem was, it was right next to Harry, well right behind him. If Draco wanted to get the snitch he wasn't going to be able to make a break for it, Harry would get there before him. No, he'd have to be sneaky. He began to slowly drift over to Harry's area. He couldn't believe it, Wonder Boy was completely oblivious. Brilliant, this is going to be humiliating.

When Draco was within 20 feet of Harry he was relieved to find the snitch still in the by the stands, only now it was about 300 feet lower than originally. Draco had no choice but to slowly descend. Just then, Harry noticed Draco's proximity and became suspicious, naturally. The only reason Draco would be even remotely close to him would be either a-He was going to yell and make fun of him b-He was going to push him or c-he had spotted the snitch, which was close to Harry and Draco wanted to get it without Harry noticing. Draco was acting quiet and dismissed, not his usual cocky self, which caused Harry to rule out a and b. Frantically, Harry searched the area surrounding both him and Malfoy. There it is. Harry found it about 300 feet below him and 250 feet below Malfoy. He had to make a break for it if he at al hoped to capture the ball of gold first. So he did.

Malfoy caught his breath as he heard the crowd gasp; he didn't even have to think twice as he went into a dive. Harry had spotted him, terrific; this was just going to make everything so much easier. But when I snatch that snitch from him I will get all the more glory. That's the Malfoy way of looking at things.

Malfoy's white blond hair whipped in his face as he sped ever closer to the snitch and the impending stands. His heart was racing, and he couldn't catch his breath. This is what he loved about quiditich.

"They're getting awfully close aren't they," Hermione turned to Lavender only to see her cheering loudly. "I guess not to close for you." She shook her head and, once again, looked up at the goals. She smiled as she watched Ron notice Harry and Malfoy then inch closer to the action. Suddenly he looked over to her. He reddened slightly and returned an even bigger smile. God I'm happy. I think I could smile at him for an eternity, then some more. Maybe that's why she never saw Malfoy coming.

That's too close. I'm going to hit someone. With that, the Boy That Lived pulled away and hovered, waiting, watching, hoping for the snitch would move away from the screaming spectators.

Damn that's close. I hope I don't get hurt running into the crowd. Malfoy continued directly into the crowd and grasped the snitch. We won! Draco had one moment of glory before he hit someone, pretty hard. That didn't go as well as I hoped. What's happening? I think I'm gonna faint……. Bloody hell I am! Draco's eyes fluttered close and his body went limp, landing right on top the person he had hit. His face was engulfed in her frizzy chestnut hair.

Ron watched in horror as Malfoy ran headlong into Hermione, accompanied by his broom, and land on top of her. He hovered, fixated in horror as he watched her head slam into the wooden bench and spurt blood. He whimpered as he saw her face, now extremely pale, fall limply onto her chest. He sped towards her on his broom; it seemed to him that it couldn't go any slower.

Hermione put a hand to her head and brought it back to eye level. Blood. That can't be good. She picked her head off her chest and looked upwards to catch a glimpse of Ron racing towards her just before everything went black. I think I love him…….

A/N: I know. I am evil. I am leaving you on a cliffhanger before I go away for two weeks. But, then again, ya'll already sorta know what's going to happen. Hope you liked it either way. REVIEW!