A/N: this was absolutely may favorite chapter to write so far. I LOVE Quidditch and i have always wished that i could fly. But i can't so here is my Quidditch chapter

Hermione pulled her Quidditch robes on and took a deep breath. This was it. The first Quidditch game of the season.

"Hermione? Are you ok?" said Harry sitting down next to her. His Firebolt in one hand and her Nimbus 2000 in his other.

"Yeah, just peachy!" said Hermione in a sarcastic voice.

"Hey, no need to get vicious." Harry said with a laugh, he handed her, her Nimbus and stood up. "I still remember my first game."

"yeah so do i." Said Hermione with a chuckle.

"yeah but you did not hear what Wood said to me." said Harry as he thought back to the former caption that lead the Quidditch team during Harry's first 3 years before going to Angelina Johnson for a year then to Ron for the past two years. Harry was offered the position but he denied. He was no good at deriving plays for the team, even though he could read them. "He told me he was nervous and got knocked out after the first two minutes of the game and woke up in the hospital a week later."

"oh, yeah, that comforting." Said Hermione sarcastically as the team lined up in front of the gates.

"I know ain't it." He said as the gates were risen and the Gryffindor team was enveloped in light. Hermione squinted into the cheering stadium, well mostly cheering, the Slytherin team was already out there and having a last minute discussion, she could see Draco's silvery blonde hair gleaming in the middle of the troll like pack.

"and here comes the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Weasley, Thomas, Patil, Granger, Finnagin, Marriela, and Potter." Said Lavender Brown, she was a really good commenter and made a good replacement for Lee Jordan who left in after Harry's fifth year, surprised he graduated.

Hermione followed Harry to the center of the field; where their team gathered together, to get there they had to go past the Slytherin team. Draco looked up the instant her name was called. He stared at her as she past. She stared back determinedly.

"Ok guys..." said Ron as they huddled together.

"And girls." Said Parvati

"and girls," agreed Ron. "this is our last chance, besides you Kellen," he nodded at the sixth year. "We are good enough to take home the Quidditch cup for the last time, for the 4th time since we have been here. There is no way we are going to let the Slytherin's steal our glory."

"That's right." Said the rest of the team in unison

"ok, good luck." They broke and walked to their positions on the field.

Hermione placed her broom between her legs and pulled her bushy hair up into a bun, a sloppy one at that.

"Captions, Shake hands." Said madam Hooch.

And they did. Gripping rather hard.

"Mount your brooms." They did. Hermione stepped forward as Malcolm Baddock stepped forward. Both of their eyes throwing threatening glances at each other.

A shrill whistle blew through the air as the quaffle was released. Hermione pushed up hard on her broom stick and caught the quaffle right under Baddock's nose.

She pulled up high to soar over Crabbe and Goyle's heads, the quaffle positioned neatly under her arm. She ducked slightly as Seamus flew over her head to smack a bludger that was following her.

She aimed and scored. The Stadium erupted with cheers. Hermione sighed to herself as she realized there was nothing to be worried about.

"Dean Thomas now in possession of the quaffle." Said Lavender through the magical microphone. "Ow, that must have hurt, Slytherin now in possession of the quaffle."

Dean rolled over on his broom completely winded. Crabbe had stuck a bludger at him from a distance of 10 feet. He had no time to react.

In ten minutes Hermione was beginning to get worried. The score was 50- 80 Slytherin. Hermione had lost her hair band it her hair was whipping freely around her face.

"Granger now in possession of the quaffle."

About an hour later, there were still no signs of the snitch and the skies were now becoming cloudy. "190-190 tied, Gryffindor in possession."

Hermione streaked toward the Slytherin goal and sunk a shot. Malfoy came over and started yelling at the keeper, a 3rd year the Hermione did not know by name.

"Yeah, I am good." She said as Dean caught the quaffle and streaked toward the slytherin goal again. Parvati and Hermione joined him to make an arrow shaped formation. Hermione could tell that the keeper was confused about who had the quaffle. They spilt right before the goals and the keeper thinking Hermione had it went for her goal, and Dean scored.

"210-190, Gryffindor."

A fork of lightning flashed through the sky at the same time blustery winds and pouring rain came in, with in moments Hermione was soaked.

Twenty minutes later.

Hermione was so tired. She panted as she streaked toward the goal only to have a bludger come out of no where.

It smacked her in the face. She was dizzy she rolled over on her broom but managed to keep a grip. She pulled herself back on and tried to focus.

Another beam of lightning came from the sky now illuminating the flooding Quidditch pitch. It seemed close.

Then she saw a figure falling from the sky. In green robes. A Slytherin was falling from the sky right in front of her. She could not let that person fall to their death even though he or she was a Slytherin. She concentrated and sent a slowing charm toward the person then when he or she slowed enough Hermione raced forward ten feet and caught the person.

Unfortunately the person's broomstick smacked her in her head. She could feel blood and rain running down her face and she tried to control the rate at which they were falling before landing on the ground in 3 inches of water.

Their brooms floated next to them obediently. Hermione turned her head to the person she was on top of.

Draco Malfoy was laying beneath her as though dead. Hermione took his left wrist which was 3 inches away from her right hand. There was a pulse but faint.

There were screams erupting from the stands as more people realized that two members of different teams were down on the ground.

Hermione laid her head back down on Draco's chest which was rising up and down slowly. Her world went black.

"That's it, Potter has got the Snitch. Gryffindor wins 380 to 230, "said Lavender as Teachers, Friends and Neighbors from Hogsmead swept down on the pair laying in the water.

A/N as you can tell , my chapters are slowly getting longer and not concentrating on Hermione and Draco's thoughts as much. I hope twas not to annoying /w me skipping time chunks like that but tis late and i need to sleep.

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Stormy Pheonix

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