Hermione stared at the top of her 4 poster bed. She had kicked off her covers during the night and now a cool breeze was sneaking along her legs. She was so nervous. Her first quidditch game was coming up and she had never been so scared.

After an hour of restless movement, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and walked silently toward the end of the bed and pulled her robes out of her trunk.

She dressed and walked out of the dormitory and down to the empty common room and sat in front of the glowing embers in the fireplace where last night a roaring fire kept her company as she looked up spells for the transfiguration project with Draco.

She could see the first lights of the morning poke there way in to the room. Hermione wanted to just walk the butterflies out of her stomach. She pushed the portrait open and walked down the corridor.

The Fat Lady mumbled something about waking her up so early at Hermione, Hermione just crossed her arms and hugged herself as she thought about the game.

Draco could not sleep, it was insane. Why would he be anymore scared of this match then any other? What was different? Granger was what was different. This was nothing different from another quidditch match. Nothing.

Still he could not go back to sleep. Draco pulled on his school robes and walked out of his dormitory.

Hermione walked around the lake and sat down on the far side facing the quidditch pitch. She was scared, that field looked like a death trap to her.

What was she doing? She should be studding, not playing quidditch.

No she would do this. Hermione stood up and turned, she pulled her cloak around her tighter and lifted her head toward the castle. A familiar figure was walking out of the door.

Hermione recognized the figure as Draco Malfoy, he apparently had not seen her yet. She tried to turn around and walk away without him seeing her.

He had seen her. Her hair blowing back, the paleness of her face as she turned back to the castle.

"Granger" Draco called stuffing his hands into his cloak

"What?" Hermione called back, turning around to face him. She felt for her wand in her pocket, just in case. She really did not want to see him

"Scared?" Draco said stepping up to her.

"You wish." Hermione said calmly

Hermione was lying, Draco could tell. The way her face was so pale, the way she made herself sound forceful, the way she stiffen her back when she said the words.

"I do wish, it will just make it harder for you to place goals through."

"Why do you wish me to be scared and not sink goals?" Hermione said turning back to the castle, striding along at a brisk pace with her head held high, "Is it because you don't have faith in your team?" she said with a slight laugh, "see you at the game."

Draco stared, with disbelief, he got dissed by a Gryffindor, a Mud-blood and a girl all at the same time, as Hermione walked up the stone steps.

Hermione walked into the great hall where platters of porridge was gleaming on each of the tables. She seated herself on the far left and took a piece of toast.

Hermione would beat him! Hermione would be better then them. Hermione would conquer.