I kind of gave up on the idea I had (was a bit stupid) so I just slightly changed the end.

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Sunday, 10 am.

Draco walked through the common room and noticed Hermione sitting on the couch,

"Morning Granger, what's in the bottle?" He asked nodding towards the little pink bottle Hermione had in her hand.

"Nail polish remover," Hermione said blushing slightly, "I was attacked by Ginny and her craving for painting nails. Didn't go that well as you can see,"

She showed him her fingers. It did look like an attack alright.

"Are you telling me that perfect manicured Ginny did that?" Draco said disbelieving.

"I might have been a part of it too," Hermione said looking down, "Alright, I did it. I just wanted to try it out. I'm a girl you know."

"A weird girl," Draco said grinning almost adoringly and walked out,

2.30 pm

Draco sat in the Quidditch locker room changing into his green Quidditch ropes.

The match was against Gryffindor and he was determined to win this match, but his thoughts were revolving around another matter.

Hermione Granger was infiltrating his thoughts more then ever and he was getting more and more frustrated over this little infatuation he had with the girl. Why wouldn't it just go away? Last night he'd been lying in bed trying to command his heart to shake off the feelings. But of course it wasn't that easy. It never was, was it?

Draco shook his head and concentrated on his captain's pep talk.

"And Draco, for goodness sake catch that snitch," The Captain finished as usually earning a small sneer from Draco.

He was going to catch that snitch all right.

3.00 pm

"I want a clean match, from both of you understand?" Madam Hooch yelled to the teams,

Draco smirked; matches between Gryffindor and Slytherin were never clean. No matter how much Dumbledore persuaded them about house unity.

Madam Hooch kicked the trunk open and out flew the bludgers and the Golden Snitch.

Draco tried to keep track of the snitch but lost his concentration as Madam Hooch blew her whistle and threw the Quaffle up into the air.

"And the game is on, Spinnet has the Quaffle passes it on to Bell who SCORES!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone.

Draco shook his head, one minute into the game and they were already losing.

3.30 pm.

The game had been going on for a half an hour now and there had been no signs of the snitch yet. The scores were 10-70 to the Slytherins but Draco didn't find much encouragement in that.

Scarhead could still win by just catching the snitch.

Draco turned around feeling somebody's eyes on him; Hermione was staring at him with a worried expression.

He winked at her and got a small smile in return, feeling somewhat warmer he turned back to the game trying to squash the goofy smile he knew he had plastered on his face.

How could a smile affect him so much?

Adrian Pucey scored another goal and Draco clapped enthusiastically with the audience.

But then the game started going downhill.

Spinnet, Johnson and Bell seemed to have found new strength and were scoring goals after goals.

Draco caught sight of Goyle beating the bludger in the direction of Johnson, behind his ropes he crossed his finger hoping it would hit but Goyle never had been that good at aiming and the Bludger went past her and towards the stands.

"Oh my god! The bludger is going to hit the Gryffindor stands!" Lee Jordan screamed into the microphone.

Draco looked at the stands and felt his stomach drop as he saw the familiar brown hair. Hermione was right in the middle of the stands; she was going to get hit!

In desperation he raced towards Crabbe and snatched his club from him, threw himself (as nonchalantly as he could of course) in front of the bludger and hit it with the club with all the force he could muster throwing it off course.

It wasn't until then he saw Harry chasing the snitch and only seconds later catching it.

Draco cursed under his breath; once again he had lost to the wonder boy, the boy-who-just-wouldn't-die. Dammit.

He soared to the ground in defeat his team giving him angry glares. Draco almost felt like sticking his tongue out at them but decided against it since it didn't seem to be the right time for such a childish act.

A brown curly mess was heading towards him he noticed, and his heart leaped as he recognised the bushy hair.

He walked quickly to meet her and hugged her as he reached her.

Another unknown feeling made it self know in Draco, he couldn't tell whether it was relief or some strange form for happiness.

"Next time you are standing on the grounds," Draco said to her and looked her in the eye.

"Oh? You don't like playing my hero?" Hermione asked with a small smile on her face.

"Oh yes I like it very much," Draco said, "But I wont always be there to save your pretty little ass,"

He kissed her, right there in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. Students gasped in shock as they saw the two they had assumed for years to be enemies in a lip lock. Most were almost expecting Hermione or Draco to jump away and start hexing each other.

"They're looking at us," Hermione mumbled,

"I don't care, "let them," " Draco said and deepened the kiss.

Ironically Draco Malfoy had never felt happier after a lost Quidditch game.

THE END.

A/N: Finished! It's done! I'm so sorry for the pointless start but I had to give the nail polish remover a part. And I know Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Lee Jordan are long graduated but it just felt more right writing about them. Came more natural. And plus I was too lazy to check out who the players are

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