Racing with the Enemy
Official disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or The Amazing Race.
A/N: The Amazing Race is used merely as a plot; any of the rules from the program are subjected to change by the authoress (me).
Chapter Five – Friends Again
There was an awkward silence following. Hermione glanced nervously towards Ron, and was surprised to find him suppressing a grin from her.
"You okay, Hermione?" he asked, trying and failing to look concerned.
"What is it Ronald?" she asked teasingly, "Think I'm not old enough to look after myself?"
His grin finally broke out, and their argument from last night was forgotten. All tension and apprehension slipped out of the room, and the two of them headed downstairs towards the Great Hall, neither noticing Harry had left them long ago.
Said boy was watching happily from the bottom of the boy's dormitory stair at his friends' exchange. All was good once again within the trio.
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As Hermione and Ron were returning from the Great Hall, filled with the delightful breakfast they had eaten, they met the one and only Draco Malfoy on his way out to the Quidditch Pitch. For once, he was not with his dim witted so-called friends Crabbe and Goyle. Although he had help with the triumph of Lord Voldemort, he was no more polite than before. He had stopped calling Hermione mudblood, but was still an infuriating git to them.
As he walked past them, he sneered at them, and even went further to anger Ron by laughing at his partner for the race. It was no secret that Ron had a deep dislike towards the Hufflepuff he was supposed to be with for the entire race.
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Ron whistled as he walked out to the Quidditch pitch by himself. Hermione had once again declined the enticing offer to come and watch Harry and him practice.
He stopped soon however, as he reached the pitch and saw Harry standing angrily to one side. He jogged over to see what was wrong.
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Harry was livid. Just because Malfoy had fought on the same side as them does not mean they are suddenly best buddies. The stupid ferret just had to ruin everything. Here he was, enjoying the feel of the wind on his face when the ferret almost caused him to fall off his broom fifty feet above the ground. (A/N I actually have no idea how long fifty feet is, so if it's not really high, I'm sorry.)
He, being the superb flyer, managed to land on the grass with only a scratch on his elbow. Malfoy, however had left him with a mocking laughter ringing in Harry's ears as he flew off.
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Hermione was just settling down on her favourite chair in the library when she heard shouts coming from the direction of the Quidditch Pitch. Sighing, she realised at once what the commotion was about. She silently berated herself for not foreseeing the fight.
After all, Malfoy had not been dressed up in his Quidditch gear for the fun of it when she and Ron ran into him just ten minutes before.
She slipped a bookmark onto the page in her book, and placed it in her bag. She swung the bag onto her shoulders and set out for the Pitch.
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"Oi ferret!" Ron roared. "Get yourself down here right now!"
The only reply he received was a stick flying closer and closer to him until it hit him squarely in the chest. The stick itself was not big, and did not hit him hard, but the person behind it was what caused him to become even more furious.
He was about to yell some choice words that would have made his mum to grow red in embarrassment and flip him over and spank him like a seven year old, but Hermione arrived in time to prevent any further disaster.
She stepped calmly between Ron and the rapidly descending ferret.
"Right boys; let's not get too excited here."
Harry barely stifled his laughter as Hermione called him and Ron 'boys'. She was just up to his shoulder in height, and just below the shoulder compared to Ron, who was the taller of the two 'boys'.
Malfoy landed behind Hermione, and she turned to face him with a glare. "Malfoy, you know very well that Harry and Ron were going to practice today."
This earned her a glare from the pale blond boy. "And who died and made you the boss?"
Harry bristled. "Hey, no need to be rude Malfoy," the boy said, a flush beginning to chart its way up his body, "She's just trying to be nice."
"Nice, Potter?" the blond sneered, "Ooh, I'm just so overcome with awe by your kindness."
Hermione frowned. This was not good. Not only was she desperate to get back to her book, she thought she just saw Terry Boot skipping across the pitch.
"Harry, Ron? Can I talk to you for a second?"
The two boys gave her a surprised look. "Sure," they both replied.
The three of them walked away from Draco, not wanting him to hear. The blond merely shrugged and mounted his broom again.
"What is it, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Do you both see Terry over there?" They nodded. "Well, just before, I saw him skipping across the pitch, and acting rather…girlishly."
Both boys gave her a blank look. "So?" Harry asked. "Terry's always been some sort of a wacko to me anyway."
"That's not the point Harry! So he may seem a bit…weird, but he's not known to be so girlish." Hermione exclaimed.
"Maybe we should go over and ask him what's wrong." Ron piped up, not wanting Hermione to become angry at him for not coming up with an idea.
She pondered over it.
"You guys stay here and go fly or do whatever. I'll go and see what is wrong." Harry's and Ron's faces relaxed into happy grins as they realised they were not needed.
Hermione could not help but hold back a smile. They were so cute, the way they tried to help her, but really not wanting to go over. She was suddenly overcome with nostalgia, as she remembered the awful and bloody war. She swung her arms around the two taller boys, and pulled them into a group hug.
Their muffled protests were not enough to get her to release them, but when she felt a pair of eyes on her, she let them go, wondering who was watching her.
Harry's and Ron's hair were both tousled, Harry's even more so, and she burst out laughing, feeling a sense of happiness washing through her.
"Whatever made you to do that, at least give us a warning the next time." Ron said, nonplussed.
Harry as quick to agree. "Although, I hope there will not be a next time."
Hermione simply waved merrily at them. "Go on, you two, go show off your brilliant flying skills. I'll go and talk to Terry."
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Draco could not help but feel a little left out, as he watched Hermione pulling Potter and Weasley into a hug.
For him, he never had any real friends, and to this day, although he had Blaise, he felt jealous of those who had friends.
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Terry was feeling horrible. He could not believe he now had to skip around like a…girl! Not only that, he had lost his nice and lovely macho voice. His voice had risen up a few tones since the spell, and he resented the fact that the Weasley twins were such practical jokers.
A/N2: LoL! I can't believe I wrote another chapter! I actually have exams tomorrow…so be nice, and bear with the craziness of the chapter. Everything shall be explained in the next chapter. So…review, my lovely humble readers!!
Oh, and SiriuslyPadfoot'sGal and to all who are wondering, this is still a Dramione fic.
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