Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! And I own the plot, Gregory Burns, and Adrien Granger and nothing else!
The months flew by and with them Draco and Hermione were piled with more work than ever. It was their job to decorate the entire Quidditch pitch and some parts of the castle in the colors of the teams. They put posters of the separate teams buzzing around in the corridors and assigned the prefects into pairs to patrol the stands during the match and rounded up other students who wanted to be vendors selling snacks and various Quidditch paraphernalia.
Then the day of the match came, Dumbledore had specifically told them that he wanted the two of them patrolling together. Several prefects were selling things, while the others patrolled and stood at the entrance of the pitch to collect tickets and money.
As the game started, Hermione smiled to her self as she heard Lee Jordan's voice wash over the stadium as he introduced the players.
"What're you smiling at Granger?" Draco sneered, silently hoping that it had something to do with the memory and that she would let something slip. He was pathetically desperate.
"None of you business, Malfoy," she snapped, evidently wise to his game, and while she wouldn't have minded telling him that she was just glad to hear Lee's biased commentary, she knew he had ulterior motives; such as her rape and pregnancy and wrists.
They walked in silence for twenty minutes while Lee greatly favored Puddlemere United, which didn't surprise many due to the fact that he and Oliver were friends in school. They had walked for another twenty minutes with the Wasps up ten points when Draco finally broke the silence.
"So, do Potty and the Weasel know?"
"What?" she asked, exasperated.
"You know what. Do they know about little mini-Granger and how there came to be a little mini-Granger?" he asked rather bluntly.
Hermione stopped in her tracks and set her jaw. "First off, that is none of your business so how dare you ask me, and second off, no." she started to walk again. "Why do you care anyway? You'll notice I haven't asked you any questions on what I saw so if you'd be so kind I would appreciate it you would stop asking me question on what you saw," she said in a very fast breath and the silence resumed.
As the time passed the game started to get dirty, the Wimbourne Wasps beater's had spotted a weakness in the Puddlemere United team: speed and good morals. For the past several minutes the beaters had not only been sending the bludgers at Puddlemere team members, but also at the crowd. They had been able to play most of them of as 'accidents' but the referees were beginning to get wise to their game.
"Don't see why you're so ashamed," Draco muttered.
"Ashamed of what?"
"You know what,"
"And who says I'm ashamed?" she bit.
"The fact that you haven't told your friends says that you're ashamed," he explained.
"Oh, well have you told any of you're friends that your father abuses you?" she asked.
"No need," he responded. "They've seen him do it,"
"Oh… well for your information, Malfoy, I'm not ashamed, I just think that's part of my life that I'd like to keep private, that's all," she told him.
"So why are you telling me?"
"Because you stuck your big nose where it didn't belong and found out," she snapped.
"As I recall you did the same with me,"
"Yes but I didn't keep bringing it up." she was ready to punch him.
"You just- do you hear that?" he asked, his ears perked up listening for any noise that stood apart from the crowd. Suddenly he heard whistling noise and turned his head around as he and Hermione continued to walk. He focused his eyes and saw that a bludger was heading straight for them.
"Get down!" he yelled, throwing his arm around Hermione's shoulder and pushing her to the ground. They almost missed the bludger but it was as if the beater had been contemplating their dive and it smashed into half of Draco's hand and Hermione's shoulder.
"What the bloody hell is going on!" yelled a very aggravated redheaded boy. "Get off her you slimy git!" he screamed.
Draco obliged and began to nurse his hand and the Quiditch referee suspended the beater and Lee Jordan said: "And that's a game suspension on Gregory Burns for deliberately aiming a bludger at the crowd… smarmy bastard-"
"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall screamed from beside him.
"Sorry Professor, just telling it like it is, you know!"
"No! I do not know that that is an appropriate way to tell it like it is in front of young students whose minds have not already been poisoned by the likes of you and Fred and George Weasley!"
Hermione froze, did he say Greg? Oh I'm being silly! There are thousands of Gregs! She weighed the options for a bit before she realized there was a hand in her face.
"Need a hand? Or a shoulder maybe?" it was a girls voice, Ginny.
"Thanks," Hermione took her hand and got to her feet to find Malfoy bickering with Harry and Ron.
"Why don't you just go and join your Death Eater father in Azkaban?" Ron spat, pushing Malfoy in the chest.
Ron stop it!" Hermione commanded. "Stop it!" she screamed, stepping in between them.
"Hermione, leave it!" Harry warned, pulling her out of it.
"No!" she stepped between the two once again. But unfortunately for her, she had horrible timing and stepped in between them just as Ron's fist swung at Draco. It didn't hit her, but it caused her to sway so much that she fell into Draco. "Oomph!"
"Are you alright?" he asked, true concern showing in his voice.
"Since when do you care, Malfoy?" Ron screamed, still fuming.
"Since-" but Hermione cut him off. "Will you all stop this?" she screamed, standing up with Draco's help. "You!" she screamed, pointing a finger in Ron's face. "Stop picking fights with him! And the same goes for you!" she wheeled on Draco before storming off in the direction of the Hospital Wing. Little did she know, someone was watching her every move from the other side of the pitch.
"Oh my dear! What happened to you?" Madam Pomfrey inquired as she bustled over to the now entering Hermione with the crushed left shoulder.
"Stray bludger," she grimaced.
"I see." she stuck her nose high in the air and went into a lengthy speech about how she never would have let the students play Quidditch if it were up to her, oh no, much too dangerous. "I swear the number of injuries I've seen in my days…" she droned on as she removed Hermione's sweater to examine her shoulder better, and sniffed in obvious disapproval of Hermione's pink lacey bra.
"Well, your shoulder blade is broken as well as two more bones in your shoulder and your collarbone has a crack in it, you'll have to stay over night, to allow it to properly heal," she said as Draco walked in.
He stopped short when he came to Hermione's bed, his cheeks flushed pink and he looked at the floor after giving her a quick once over. "I'll just wait over here," he told them as he walked away rubbing the back of his neck with his good hand.
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Hermione's shoulder a few times, setting the bones, and then gave her a potion which would make her sleep.
During her dreams Hermione tossed and turned as images of Gregory Burns infiltrated her head. No, he was a muggle. But he hit it right at me and Dr- Malfoy. But he was drinking a muggle drink, in a muggle hotel, with a muggle. But they look so much alike. If they are the same though, why is he back? Then it came to her and she asked herself, Where's Adrien?