Here is the next chapter, for people who really love Harry, I'm sorry if you don't like this bit. But I don't think he's a bad person so you know, I'm not going to be all cruel about it.
A/N: I am very, very sorry! I just realised that in all my previous chapter the breaks I put didn't show up! So that's why the story seemed a bit broken up. I've replaced them now and there is ………… where the break should have been before. Sorry for the confusion!
Ok now you can start reading!
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Draco stepped into the apartment in the early evening and found that it was empty.
'Great.' He thought bitterly. He put his things away and stood in the living area, trying to decide what to do.
'She could be anywhere.' He concluded. The thought occurred to him that she could be with Harry or Weasley.
But Potter was crossed off the list when he apparated into the room.
"Malfoy." He said coolly. Draco was a little thrown off by his arrival but tried not to show it.
"Yes Potter? To what do I owe this visit?" He sat down casually.
Harry stood looking at him, his eyes showing a great number of emotions, frustration being the most obvious. "I heard you went to quiddich training today."
Draco smirked as he realised what Potter's visit was all about, he couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. With so many things on his mind he hadn't even considered the possibility, until now.
"Yes, had a wonderful practice actually, got my best time yet." This only seemed to make Harry more frustrated.
"I thought you were told not to attend team practices, Hermione needs your time." He said as though scolding a child.
Draco raised an eyebrow "Really? Who told the coach that?"
Harry frowned at him, clearly unhappy with the way things had gone. "I did. You're supposed to be there with her, all the time." He emphasized. "Why did you go?"
"Because she told me to, it's not like I was unhappy about it." Draco got up and stepped towards Harry. "You knew a scout was coming didn't you? You knew he was looking for players; for a seeker."
Silence filled the room. It crept up on them and soon every crevice was filled with hostility.
"I didn't say anything about a scout Malfoy." Harry said quietly.
"Oh? Well you didn't need to, I can tell you knew. Your reasons for stopping me playing quiddich aren't as innocent as they seem." Draco drawled, refusing to give in to his anger.
"I did it for Hermione." Harry replied looking Draco in the eye. "I would beat you any day Malfoy."
Draco stepped back, smirking "Then why take me out of the game Potter? Afraid I might be picked over you?"
"No." Harry snapped, it was unconvincing and Draco frowned.
"I thought you were a good person, you're supposed to be some almighty hero."
Harry gave a cold look "I am doing my best for everyone."
"Oh yes, I'm sure you are." Draco said, pretending to be off hand.
Silence fell over them again.
"He did come today." Draco said, obviously hitting a nerve. "He watched me play for quite some time."
Harry's hand twitched but other wise he said nothing.
Their silence was interrupted when Hermione walked through the door. Both turned to face her as she came in, her arms loaded with groceries.
Immediately she sensed the tension. "Are you guys alright?" She asked putting the groceries down.
Draco looked to Harry who was attempting to reconfigure his face into something more pleasant. "Yes, everything is just fine, Potter was just leaving." He said moving to the kitchen.
Harry stood smiling vacantly at Hermione before walking past her. "I'll talk to you some time before the interview." He spoke brightly and left shutting the door softly.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked when Harry had left.
Draco was putting away Hermione's shopping and pretended not to hear her.
"Draco?" She asked again coming right behind him.
"Yes? What is it?" He smiled but she could see right through it.
"What happened between you and Harry? I thought we were all friends." She cornered him by the cupboards and put her hands on her waist.
"Nothing, we are friends… sort of." He shrugged.
"Draco Malfoy, you tell me what is going on right now!" She demanded somehow managing to make it seem as though she was towering over him when he was actually taller.
"I'll tell you if you let me out." He replied.
She seemed to contemplate this for a moment before stepping away and pushing him to the breakfast bar and onto a stool. "Speak." She ordered.
"You're wonderful friend Potter come to talk about my quiddich practice." He began, Hermione frowned but said nothing. "Turns out he's very frustrated with me seeing as I went and this happened to be the day the scout came."
"What? Harry knew about the scout?" Hermione tilted her head sideways in thought.
"Yes, he did. He didn't want to me play because the scout is looking for one more player; a seeker." He paused, waiting for Hermione to put all the pieces together.
"But Harry would never do that!" Was her first reaction. He knew it was coming and sighed.
"You can believe what you want, but he's out to ruin my career, I swear. He knows I can beat him." Draco turned to stand up, only to find Hermione's hand pushing him back down.
"Did he say that?" She asked, her face very close to his.
He pushed her back a little, uncomfortable with her in such close proximity. "Of course not! He was clearly angry that I was training while the scout was there. He isn't all flowers and candy."
Hermione shook her head "Harry knows you play quiddich very well, but he's never been worried by your competition before."
Draco chuckled. "You obviously don't follow quiddich very closely. Over the last six months Potter and I have been battling it out for the fastest time to catch the snitch."
Hermione seemed surprised "Really? Oh I didn't know. So what does that have to do with it?"
"I've beaten him three times, in a row." Draco announced proudly "He's afraid that he won't be picked for the international team."
"Oh I see." Hermione seemed lost in thought. "But you're playing now aren't you? And the scout saw you."
"Yes he did, I don't know if he's seen Potter play yet, but he wants this spot badly." Draco replied.
"Why is this team so important?" She asked suddenly, turning away to put more things away.
Draco remained in his seat. "Because it is labelled 'The Best Players in the World' and Potter would like to think he is the best seeker in the world. It would only heighten his fame."
Hermione failed to understand how it could mean so much but nodded as though she did. "Do you want to be on the team?"
"Yes, I don't think it would do my name any harm." Draco smirked, thinking of how good it would feel to beat Potter, again.
"Well I don't know what to do." Hermione said sighing. "Whoever gets picked is in I guess."
Draco laughed "So you aren't going to take a side?"
"No, how can I?" She turned to scowl at him. "You can't make me chose between what is right for me and what is right for our image."
Draco chose to stop there, sensing he was near that line he wasn't supposed to cross.
"So, are you feeling better now?" He asked attentively.
Hermione shrugged with her back to him. "I'm recovered."
Draco went around and hugged her. "Were you really afraid you would fall?" He whispered into her ear.
"Not really." She replied turning around in his arms and hugging him.
"I wouldn't have let you." She said kissing her lightly.
She smiled "I know, and I guess and am on your side."
Draco raised an eyebrow but didn't question her in case she changed her mind.
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This is again a short chapter, but I hoped you liked it and it answers your questions as to why Harry wanted Draco to stop playing. It'll carry on, the little disagreements between them, I think it spices things up a little.
Don't worry, the interview is coming up. He he. Please review!
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