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Well here is chapter 12!
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Chapter 12
Gifts: Good and Bad
In early February, Draco Malfoy was still attempting to capture Hermione's heart. He had thought his last attempt would've worked. It always did with Pansy. Okay, he thought to himself, maybe she doesn't go for the crazy- guy- with- a- knife approach. There was one way of really getting her attention, but Malfoy wanted to avoid that option at all costs.
He could be nicer and more polite to…everybody. He shuddered at the mere thought of it.
I'll just think of a different way. He thought. Anything but that…
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the Common Room that night.
Harry and Ron were playing chess (Ron was winning, as usual), and Hermione was looking for some jobs that she could apply for.
"Hermione, why even bother? You can have any job in the entire world, with the grades you've got," Ron said. Hermione went slightly pink.
"Oh, don't, Ron honestly," Hermione said, watching Harry make a move on the board. Ron took that piece on his turn.
Hermione's thoughts strayed to Malfoy. The last time she had seen him was that day when he had chased her with a knife. What would make him do something like that? Even though she knew subconsciously that she was not responsible for Malfoy's feelings, she felt like she was. She felt…dirty.
"Hermione!" Ron said loudly, causing Hermione to snap out of her trance.
"Hmm? What?" she asked.
"That's about the twelfth time I've said it. You've got an owl." He said, gesturing over his shoulder at an eagle owl that was perched on the windowsill. When Hermione took the package, she realized that it was too thick to be a letter.
"I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed," Hermione announced to Harry and Ron, who were still transfixed in their chess game. They didn't respond, so Hermione went up to the dormitory, sat on her bed, closed the hangings, and opened the parcel. There was a lot inside of it. There were several objects that were wrapped in gold paper, and there was a letter that was about three pages long. It was another love letter from Malfoy. Sighing, Hermione thought,
Will he never give up?
She looked at the other items that were wrapped in gold. There were about six of them. She unwrapped them one by one;
The first item was a pair of diamond earrings; the second was a matching necklace; the third was another necklace, but it was made of the most beautiful pearls imaginable; the fourth was a diamond ring; fifth was a diamond bracelet; and the sixth was a necklace with a gorgeous fire opal pendant.
They were all extremely beautiful, no doubt, and Hermione decided to write Malfoy back. She got a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote;
Draco,
Thank you for the beautiful gifts, but I have to make this clear; We Can't Be Together. I'll tell you this, though; On my wedding day, I will wear the fire opal ( It will go smashing with the dress). I'll also use the gorgeous diamond ring you gave me as my wedding ring. Thanks again!
Yours truly,
Hermione
She went back downstairs and told Harry she needed to borrow Hedwig to send a letter to her Aunt, whose letter had just arrived congratulating her and Ron on their engagement. After sending Hedwig off, she went back upstairs and got into bed….
It was her wedding day. She stood outside of the chapel, waiting for her escort to arrive. Suddenly, her father cam around the corner. She asked him how he survived Voldemort's attack. He replied shortly,
"No time to explain."
The church doors opened…
Hermione awoke the next morning in a very cheerful mood. She had had a very pleasant dream. She opened the hangings, dressed, and went downstairs to the common room. Ron and Harry were there, as was Ginny.
"Hey guys!" Harry, Ron, and Ginny all started and turned around. Hermione then noticed How very ashen- faced all of them were.
"What's wrong with all of you?" she asked. Everybody rolled their eyes and didn't answer.
"Or you could just be silent, that works too," Hermione said after a moment. They all went down to breakfast. When they arrived at the Great Hall, Hermione saw that everybody was decked out in their house colors at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Hermione's stomach lurched. She had completely forgotten that today was the Qudditch match that decided who won the Quidditch cup! Hermione ate barely anything. When they were all in the changing room, Hermione put on her chaser robes, grabbed her firebolt, and headed out to the field with the rest of the team.
Harry shook hands with the Hufflepuff captain and returned to his teammates.
"Okay, guys, this is it. If we win this match, Gryffindor will have won the cup all 6 years I've been on the team, not counting fourth year. Just play as well as you do at practices, and this game is in the bag," Harry encouraged.
"MOUNT YOUR BROOMS!" Madame Hooch shouted, as she put her shiny whistle to her lips. As soon as it went off, 14 players shot into the sky. Ron zoomed away towards the goalposts, and Hermione got the Quaffle first and scored on the Hufflepuffs. Meanwhile, Harry was looking for the Snitch…
High above the game, Harry searched for the Golden Snitch. As he looked, his thoughts strayed to Ginny, and what a good Quidditch player she was, was a good Girlfriend he was, how beautiful she was…Wait Harry stop! His brain told him. You're supposed to be looking for the snitch, not having wild fantasies about your girlfriend, you prat!
The commentary, done again by Ernie Macmillan, could be heard below,
"It's Granger with the Quaffle, evades a bludger, and , ooh! Hit in the face by a well hit Bludger by the Hufflepuff beater."
Harry spun around. Hermione was sitting on her broom, with her wand in hand. She muttered something under her breath that seemed to repair her nose, because a second later, she was off again.
"And the match is back in session. Granger still with the Quaffle, she's roketing toward the Hufflepuff keeper, and," Ernie paused as the shot was made,
"SHE SCORES!" there was a roar from the red and gold clad side of the stadium.
Just then, Harry noticed a tiny, tiny glint of gold out of the corner of his eye. The snitch! The Hufflepuff seeker had already seen it and she was diving for it. She was well ahead of him, but Harry's specialty was diving. He rocketed toward the ground for the last time, he was gaining on the other seeker, he was level with her, and then he was ahead of her. Finally, he stretched out both hands and,
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Ernie shouted over the torrents of students that were dressed in Gryffindor colors came pouring out onto the field. He shouted the score too, but it couldn't be heard in the explosion of noise that had taken place. The Gryffindor team landed on the field and Professor McGonnagal handed Harry the shining Quidditch Cup. The team and the fellow students marched back up to the school. This celebration was better than any other one Harry could ever remember.
At at least 1:00 in the morning, Hermione, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all still reliving the match in excrutiating detail for at least the fortieth time before they all decided to call it a night and go up to bed. When Hermione reached her dormitory, she found Malfoy's reply to her letter lying on her bed. She didn't notice that the envelope happened to be scarlet until after she'd opened it. The howler screamed,
"I SPENT AT LEAST 400 GALLEONS ON EACH OF THOSE ITEMS! IF YOUR NOT GOING TO WEAR THEM, SEND THEM BACK AND I'LL GIVE THEM TO SOMEBODY WHO WILL!" Then, the letter burst into flames, leaving a pile of ashes and a very confused Hermione. She finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Ron was up late. He had heard from Parvati Patil t hat Malfoy was sending Hermione love letters. Well he had to put an end to it. He put the finishing touches on his letter to Malfoy, reread it to make sure that it would humiliate him beyond belief, sealed it, and, pointing his wand at the envelope, said,
"Howliate!" The letter seemed to inflate, as though the sound inside was going to explode. Then it lay quite still and flat. He sent it to the owelry to be delivered with the mornings mail. Boy, was Malfoy going to get a surprise…..
Sooooo… press that pretty little button that says review… you know you want to! Lol! So, there goes another very feeble attempt at making a Quidditch match scene. Tell me if you thought it was awful. Also, I would like it if you guys would give me some ideas. It's always fun to see your idea in a story!
NEXT CHAPTER: A Real Attention Getter
Malfoy gets Ron's Howler and goes on a little revenge spree…
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