Right in Front of You
Author's note:
If you have any ideas for a title for this story, please type them in the review. I'd really appreciate it. I don't think this is the brightest title at the moment for this story since nothing is 'Right in Front of You.'
Previously on Right in Front of You:
Draco opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He placed hi hand on his wand, but thought better of it. Then, he growled, "The field is this way." He turned around, making his robe swish backwards, and walked out of the room.
Chapter 3
"You play quidditch Hermione? I didn't know that. What do you play?" Draco asked her as they walked onto the field. He tried not to look at her for she was wearing that same muggle outfit as she had earlier.
"Chaser or keeper," she replied. "London is only two miles east, right?"
Draco glanced at Blaise to see his reaction. Blaise just shrugged so Draco was forced to answer. "Yeah." Blaise whispered something into Draco's ear, and Draco nodded. "Hermione, you can play chaser against Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle will play keepers, except they can also play chasers. Blaise and I will be the seekers."
"Okay." Hermione agreed and nodded. The quaffle was thrown into the air. She was the first up but instead of going after the quaffle, she flew as quickly as she could east. Blaise and Draco had expected this, and already had their wands in hand.
Draco shouted to her, "I wouldn't go any farther, Granger."
"I am no longer a Granger," she rebuked, "and you don't know a thing about me. Try to stop me!" By now, Draco and Blaise were quickly catching up to her. "Get away!" A gigantic claw appeared in front of Draco. Luckily, he was quick enough to dive out of the way before it caught him.
"What are you doing?" Draco yelled at her.
"What? Your father didn't teach you any dark magic?" Hermione taunted. "A bookworm like me needs to learn it in order to fight the dark side. How can I win if I don't know what the other side does?" She raised her arms and made a swirling motion towards Blaise. The wind blew so hard that Blaise was ripped off his broom.
"Hermione? You don't really want this, do you?" For a moment Draco actually looked sexy, but Hermione shook the thought off as soon as it came for he was the enemy. She raised her right arm, making a circular motion. Soon enough, a small tornado was brewing between the two of them.
Hermione only meant this to scare Draco, but when she tried to keep it small the storm pushed her commands away. She was forced to use all of her energy to stop this huge tornado that she had created. As the tornado kept growing bigger, she yelled: "Will not… give up now… Losing control… Won't lose control… can't…" The tornado started to dwindle, and almost at once, it had disappeared. Slipping off of her broom because of her exhaustion, she fell through the sky. The ground grew closer and closer, and about one hundred feet away from the ground, she blacked out.
