Chapter 6- Chocolate Pools and a Quidditch Match
That night, Draco had a dream. He dreamt that he was walking through a huge house where everything was made out of chocolate. He stepped into a huge courtyard and saw a perfectly round swimming pool of melted chocolate.
"Strange, it's like I've seen this chocolate pool before…" he mused, not realizing that it was Hermione's eyes that the pool so strongly reminded him of.
Anyway, being the chocolate lover that he was, he shrugged off his thoughts and dove headfirst into the pool, drinking the chocolate in big gulps.
Suddenly, the pool and Draco grew smaller and smaller.
"ARGHH! MY EYES! MY EYES!"
Draco woke up with a start.
Oh my god! I never meant to swim in Hermione's eyes! I might've blinded her! I am so sorry Hermione!
Draco didn't realize until it was too late that he wasn't sleeping anymore, so he groggily stood up and headed to the source of the screaming, which happened to be the bathroom, still thinking that had been swimming in Hermione's eyes.
He burst into the bathroom, his hair tousled .
"Hermione!" he exclaimed spotting Hermione in front of the sink, washing her eyes with water. "How are you? I am so sorry! I really didn't know that they were your eyes! You're not blind, are y-"
Draco was cut short when Hermione finished washing her eyes and stared at Draco oddly, one of her eyes red.
"What are you talking about Draco?"
A pregnant pause passed before Draco realized that he had just been dreaming. He flushed a deep crimson with embarrassment.
"W-well," stammered Draco, trying to change the topic "why were you screaming then?"
"I got soap in my eyes." Hermione replied, still looking at him oddly, wondering what on earth he meant by 'swimming in your eyes'.
These thoughts were wiped out of her mind, however, when she noticed what Draco was wearing, which she knew she definitely did not own previously. He was wearing a short, above-the-knee green satin dress that clung to the curves he now had nicely.
Her throat went dry, her teen, hormone controlled mind going into overdrive.
Draco stopped feeling embarrassed when he noticed Hermione's obvious discomfort. He didn't mind the fact that Hermione was only wearing pajama trousers because he had often spent hours at a time wearing only boxers, looking at himself in the mirror, and telling himself how sexy he looked. Since Hermione's body now didn't really look that different from his body then, he wasn't uncomfortable at all.
Hermione, on the other hand, wouldn't have even thought of wearing something like that, being as conservative as always.
Wow. I never knew that Draco looked like that! I must look like a dork, gaping at him, wearing pajama pants only. At least going topless now won't expose any of my… er, more sensitive parts.
Suddenly, Draco's eyes widened, like he had just remembered something horrible.
"What?" Hermione said inquiringly.
"Oh my god! I just remembered that we have a Quidditch game against Gryffindor today!" he said pacing the room. "I have to get dressed. Now!" and with that, he rushed back into his room, all embarrassments forgotten.
Five minutes later, Draco was hollering at the top of his voice at Hermione from the Common Room.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Hermione, rushing down to the Common Room, her hands held up as if she was surrendering.
"About time," hissed Draco, whose patience was wearing thin.
"It isn't my fault that you forgot about your game!" said Hermione defensively. "You could've gone along to breakfast without me you know."
"I need moral support! Plus, you should've reminded me about the match! You're the organized one here you know!"
They continued bickering until they reached the Great Hall, where most of the Hogwarts population was eating breakfast. Somehow, Draco felt more at ease while bickering with Hermione. It was something that felt …familiar.
Draco spent the rest of the morning before the match fretting and worrying about the match to Hermione. Although Hermione hadn't wanted to at first, Draco finally forced her to watch the game.
Finally, Professor Snape called the Slytherin Team and told them to get dressed and ready for the match, which was a mere ten minutes away.
Ten minutes later, Draco and his team were strutting down the Quidditch Pitch. Although on the outside, Draco Malfoy seemed cool and confident, on the inside, he was a bundle of nerves.
The nervous buzzing in his ears soon drowned out the commentary as he kicked off the ground unsteadily, causing him to veer to the left.
Five minutes into the game, neither Draco nor Harry had spotted the snitch. Draco was hovering six feet above the ground, making it look like he was trying out a new tactic instead of looking like he was scared, nervous, pressured and stressed.
Suddenly, not five feet away from him, he spotted a glimmer of gold. His heart pumped rapidly while he jerkily maneuvered his broom towards the snitch.
Maybe we do have a chance of winning this!
Apparently, Harry had also spotted the snitch, because he dove from seventy feet to Draco's level. Even though Draco was closer, Harry was closing in the distance faster because Draco was going at a slower speed. Harry was on the opposite side of the snitch, his face screwed in concentration and his hand outstretched.
If Draco wanted to win this thing, he would have to think of something, fast.
"Look!" he exclaimed suddenly, pointing at a spot behind Harry's shoulder "free milkshakes!"
Harry, without thinking, twisted to look behind him (he loved milkshakes!) and during that split second when Harry wasn't looking, Harry's fingertips brushed the snitch but Draco grabbed it before Harry (the idiot, Draco thought) could even realize that Draco had tricked him.
The crowd, suddenly realizing what had happened, erupted into cheers, screams and boos. The Slytherin team all swooped down on Draco, patting him on the back. Professor Snape walked down into the field to congratulate the team and especially Draco on a job well done, and trying with difficulty to suppress the huge grin that was forcing itself out.