A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! Real Life sucks X.X
All characters+ Story Etc. Belongs to J.k. Rowling.. seriously... would i make any story that didnt have an elven person in it? XD
The Spell That Binds
Chapter Four: Quidditch and Misunderstandings
The next morning was beautiful in every way possible. The sun was- not out. And it was raining- hard. Okay, so it wasn't lovely out, but to Hermione it was beautiful. Memories of night before bore clear in her mind. She lazily grinned at the thought of earlier when she almost kissed Ron. Yes, this morning was beautiful for Hermione alone. The rain echoed upon the hitting the window from the blowing wind, the candles illuminated the room with a soft glow, and Harry was red in the face with anger. Wait...What?
'Is that Harry?'
'I believe it is!'
'What's he doing in my dorm room?'
'Well, apparently he's yelling at you for something you did that angered him. Let's see what he's saying! Something about sleeping late and quidditch…'
'The quidditch game! I'm playing in it!'
' And your intelligence continues to amaze me. You're late for the game and here you are having a little conversation with yourself. '
'Shut up will you!'
'Humph!'
"It's against the SLYTHERINS for gods sakes Hermione! Do you have any idea the humiliation that would be involved in having to forfeit?"
Blood quickly rushed her face when she finally managed to squeak out words.
"I'm sorry Harry! It's just, me and Ron were out late last night practicing, which was fine At least, until he fell and landed on- what in the name of Merlin are you laughing about"
"Oh nothing.. Nothing at all 'Mione. Continue with your explanation."
"Well, there isn't much left except I must have missed my alarm clock when it went off since I was so tired."
Harry reached into the pocket of his quidditch robes and pulled out a small piece of cloth which after looking at it for a moment, Hermione realized was a doll sized female quidditch robe. With a flick of Harry's wand, the cloth grew in size.
"Here, take this and change." He spoke handing Hermione the crimson robes. He turned to walk out of the room when he heard her call him.
"Harry!" she called out as he reached the doorway.
"Yes?"
She gave him a quizzical look and continued to ask him the question.
"How did you get up the stairs?"
When he turned back to Hermione, the boy-who-lived's face was stricken with horror. His eyes were widened and his mouth slightly agape. "Well, uh you see...Ginny!… Well- uh she…"
Harry could have sworn he heard her laugh and then hide a smirk quickly before returning her emotion to normal again. "Did you use your firebolt?"
"SURE! Let's go with that! Now if you would excuse me 'Mione, I have to go tell the team that our final player is on her way!"
Hermione closed her eyes upon reaching the door. 'How did I bring myself to this?' She thought as she glanced down at her current attire. Since they had gotten Hermione at such short notice, Hermione had had to wear Ginny's robes which were slightly too small for her. She wriggled uncomfortably in them and stared at the doorknob. The door was the only thing separating her from the game. If she just turned around and walked away, no one would notice. Right?
"They've played before with only a seeker, a chaser, and their beaters. I'm sure they'll be fine without me." She murmured under her breath. As she turned to leave, she felt a creaking which could only have from from one place- the door.
"'Mione?" came a confused voice.
Her shoulders tensed up and she turned her head wearing a small smile hoping to show her innocence. She knew that voice anywhere, even in her sleep.
"Hi Ron!" she choked out, trying to hold up the smile.
"C'mon 'Mione! What are you standing around here for? We have two minutes left before Madame Hooch forces us to forfeit. You aren't still scared are you? Cause' if you are, I'll just go tell Har-"
"NO! Harry doesn't need to get involved! Besides, I'm…f-fine now."
"Great!" Ron spoke laughing as he walked out the door. Seeing that Hermione was just plainly following he coughed and pointed over to the wall. "A broom might be useful 'Mione…"
"Oh…hehe... right!" She ran over and picked up the closest broom, which had a small claw mark in its handle, most likely from Filch's cat. A lump now was prudent in her throat that wasn't there when she woke up this morning, keeping her from speaking any longer. Examining the broom for another few seconds, a sigh was let out as she heard a certain red head calling her again.
"Coming Ron!"
Hermione walked over to the other Gryffindors on the quidditch team, trying to maintain her smile. Looking closer at her though, it was visible that she was shaking terribly.
"Are you ok Hermione? You look horrible!" Spoke a small 4th year girl.
"Yes Demelza, she's perfectly fine" answered Harry for Hermione. " Right 'Mione" The poor Gryffindor only managed a minuscule nod of the head looking towards Harry.
"It's okay 'Mione. You'll do great," Ron exclaimed giving her a comforting hug. Both involuntarily shivered at the contact. " You certainly can't do worse then I did," He laughed. It seemed to brighten her mood a little. He brought her over to her starting position, reminding her of her specific goals by the end of the game ((A/n: I can't think of how to write that sentence without it involuntarily becoming a pun Dx))
Harry looked to his team, readying the rest of them into positions when Professor McGonagoll pulled him back.
"Now - know this Mr. Potter! - I'm risking the game in order for your friends to get together quicker. However, after allowing the extended curfew, I expect Miss Granger to play just as well as if I had chosen her to be on the team myself. The trophy has been in my office for much too long and I'm afraid that I've grown far too accustomed to seeing it there everyday. I'm not expecting to lose it now in the second game of the year!"
" Of course Professor! Don't worry though. I was watching them last night during their practice - heh - I bet they're so embarrassed! But anyways, Hermione played almost as well as Ginny is so we'll be fine!"
"Well, I'll trust you on this. Just know that I'm expecting that Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are together by the end of the year." The elderly witch made a movement to lift up her robes slightly to walk away as was her custom when she spotted her student staring at her with his mouth gaping open. " I suggest you shut that Mr. Potter, you resemble a fish."
Harry raised one of his eyebrows. "You're betting on them aren't you? You and the other Professors?"
At the comment, Professor McGonagoll looked absolutely appalled." M-Me? Teachers…b-bet - SHOO! Go play now! I've certainly held you from your team long enough."
The leader of the golden trio sniggered as he walked back to his team. Partly because of the bet he had just found out about involving his two best friends, and the fact that Ron was trying to hex Hermione onto the broom, but failing miserably.
"Hermione! Get your bloody arse onto the broom!" Ron said in between sending a sticking charm at her.
" I-I can't!" the brunette squealed.
"Pot-head! Get the two lovers on to their damn brooms! (Of course this comment received a lovely blush from Hermione and Ron..Hehe) As much as I'd love to win, I rather find it shameful to have to do it without a fight even if its from a second-rate team."
The golden trio glared at Malfoy who had used a sonorus charm to reach them from the other side of the field. "Bloody ferret…" Hermione mumbled. She stepped onto the broom with both eyes tightly shut and nervously waited the whistle from Madame Hooch that would announce the start of the match.
"Is everyone ready?" Nods were received from both sides. The quidditch coach released the quaffle that was previously in her hand and blew the whistle before releasing the other three balls.
"Gryffindors got the quaffle! Demelza brings it down the field, passes it to Hermione- OH! Hermione drops the quaffle! Bad luck Gryffindor…"
Hermione put her hand to her forehead and winced. She couldn't remember Ron ever doing this bad when he started. But perhaps Keeper was just an easier position. Looking over to Ron, she saw him frantically pointing at something. Picking her head up, she saw Goyle hit a bludger nearby and it was aiming directly at her.
She swiftly grabbed her broom and jerked it to the left, causing her broom to swing around. She gasped as something flung into her stomach, but when she looked down, it was not the black of a bludger. Instead, it was the faded red of the quaffle.
"FINALLY! Hermione has managed to catch the quaffle! Now MOVE SO YOU CAN KICK SLYTHERINS A-" Collin screamed out before being practically attacked by McGonagoll.
Meanwhile, Hermione started flying randomly around, desperately trying to avoid the bludgers being aimed at her as well as the opposing team that was flying at her.
"Collin! You give me that right now!"
"NEVVEERRR!" He cackled before re-addressing the microphone. " AND GRYFFINDOR SCORES! TAKE THAT YOU GRIMYLITTLE SERP- AGHHH" Both teams as well as the audience paused and turned towards the announcement booth as a large thunk was heard. After a moment, Professor McGonagoll reemerged, dusting herself off lightly with the microphone in her left hand.
"Sorry dears. Continue-"
"Pleasseeee gimme it back! I'll be good!" Collin pleaded scrambling to grab the microphone. The Professor rolled her eyes then handed Collin back the microphone and sat in her seat once again. Collin smiled smugly at his prize.
"Oh and GREAT timing! It looks like Gryffindor's seeker has spotted the snitch! GO HARRY!"
Hermione flew over to Ron quickly while Demelza flew around the field with the quaffle. She smiled at her success as his darting eyes saw her.
"Hey! Great job 'Mione!" Ron said, still watching the quaffle.
"Yeah, I didn't think I'd be able to score to be honest." She said shyly.
"I'm proud of you though. Normally by now you would have looked down and been screaming bloody murder!"
At that moment, Hermione froze as if she had been hit with a stunning spell and slowly allowed her head to creep into looking at the ground.
"Don't tell me the mudblood is afraid of a little height?" said Malfoy flying over to the two.
"Shut it Ferret," Ron muttered angrily while glaring at Malfoy.
Hermione looked in terror at what lay below her. So many feet lay between her and the ground. Almost instantly upon realizing it, she fainted and began plummeting towards the ground. Malfoy looked to Ron. He was gaping in terror completely frozen at what just happened.
'Too stupid to get her'
'Harry's off chasing the snitch which you're supposed to be looking for by the way'
'Meh.. So there's not a chance he's even realized she's fallen off her broom'
'Well, I suggest going to save her, she's pretty damn close to hitting."
'Damn! Why do I have to save the mudblood?'
'Cause any way you look at it, you'll get blamed for her death. I can see it now. Son of Deatheater knocks innocent Hogwarts student off broom to death. That'll look wonderful in the newspaper! I want a copy in fact'
'Ugh... Fine!'
Malfoy pointed his broom downwards and sped up as fast as his broom enabled him to. Upon reaching eight or so feet above the ground, he managed to catch Hermione by her collar. The way she landed, one of her legs was swung upon the broom near Draco's waist and the rest of her body hung limp. Collin's voice soon echoed throughout the stadium.
"Isn't that a compromising position…"
"Collin!"
"Well it is! He bloody well looks like he's going to rape her!"
Hermione's eyes fluttered open. Her neck felt a little odd almost like she was hanging. Seeing the hand grasped upon her robes, she realized she was being held in midair. And by Draco nonetheless. She heard a voice from the announcement booth as her mind began clearing a little." He's going to rape her!" Her mouth immediately dropped. Soon enough she regained her senses and grabbed her wand in her pocket. Before Draco could drop her or react, she yelled out, "Accio broom!" Her broom flew up from the ground and came into her hands. She swung her legs over the broom as she struggled out of Draco's grasp.
"Peakes! Give me your bat!" she yelled furiously.
"For what? We're in the middle of a game?" He called out hitting away a bludger.
"You'll see!"
"She flew over to him and took the bat easily from his grasp. Hermione looked at the bat in her hands then turned to Draco smiling evilly. Draco was confused in every way possible. Here he had just saved the Gryffindor and she's looking at him like she was going to kill him.. She was coming closer and the most he could bring himself to doing was inching himself slowly towards the ground.
"Where are you going Draco?" Hermione said, sweetly. The game around them hadn't completely stopped, but everyone was slowing down in order to glance at the two every few seconds. Everyone except Harry who was still frantically trying to find the snitch.
"What do you think your doing Granger?" Draco asked in a voice that was traced with fear. "
"Me?" Hermione asked in the same sweet tone. " Oh nothing at all," she said. She held the bat behind her bat with one arm and steered her broom to the ground where Draco was landing with the other. As she reached the ground calmly, the blond Slytherin sighed with relief. " ACCEPT TRYING TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH!" Hermione yelled out while jumping at him. His eyes widened with immense fear as he trying to run. However, with his broom in his way, he tripped.
Hermione took a swing at him and missed when he tripped. She grunted then began the chase. Draco's hair was a complete mess as he was sent running to the doors of the castle when his broom narrowly missed his head.
"OH and that was a close one! Who knew Hermione had such a temper? Or that Malfoy runs like a little girl! Hehe... Oh fine professor! Can I call you Minerva?" said Collin.
"No!" said Professor McGonagoll who was now getting very annoyed.
"Ah well, I tried. Anyways back to the game! No one seems to be playing and everyones attention is on Draco and Hermione! Ooo that's gotta hurt!" Hermione had shortly caught up to Draco and taken another swing at him with the bat. He keeled over in pain clutching his nether regions when he saw Hermione ready to take another blow.
Scrambling up to the opened door, Draco screamed as another of Hermione's shots narrowly missed him.
"And it seems Draco's got a good lead on Hermione now!"
Hermione chased him down the entrance hallway of the castle, still in her quidditch robes.
"GET BACK HERE YOU PERVERTED LITTLE FERRET!" Echoed through the quidditch fields before the doors shut behind the two.
"...and the score is 20 to 70 Slytherin!" announced Collin.
"Ahem?" called a voice next to the announcement box.
"Yes Mr. Potter?" Asked Professor McGonagoll when seeing her student looking rather bored by the stands. He merely held up his hand which showed a small gold ball with fluttering wings which was struggling within the grasp of his fingers.
Collin looked positively glowing at the sight. " Sorry everyone! That's not right. The correct score is…. 170 to 70 GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!" Cheers rose from the stands expect for the green and silver stands where the Slytherins stood who let out a loud booing. The Gryffindors chorused rounds of ' Weasley is Our King' while exiting the quidditch stands.
A/N: If I messed anything up, just let me know xD hope you like it! i tried to make it longer :3