A/N: If you're still reading this thank you so much! This is the last chapter, I've grown so bored with this story and I've got to move on to new stories. Sorry for any letdowns sincerely!
Disclaimer- Own nothing from Harry Potter
Summary: The Quidditch Match, and this is the last chapter!!
Chapter 11
The Quidditch Match
Hermione and Draco made love into the early hours of the morning.
Until about 6 o'clock in the morning Hermione would guess.
At 8 o'clock Hermione awoke from what little rest she had gotten and rolled over only to find the bed empty.
Sadly she pouted at the empty space.
But suddenly she caught notice of a small buzzing noise.
Hermione sat up in the bed, the bedding sheets falling down to her waist, realizing it was the sound of running water she heard.
He was in the shower.
Hermione began to get out of the bed, but stopped.
She realized that she was quite sore.
It wasn't extremely painful soreness, but she was tender.
The water in the bathroom suddenly shut off.
Hermione stared at the doorway expectantly and less than 30 seconds later Draco opened the door with a towel tied loosely around his waist.
He stopped in his tracks and stared at her for a moment then his eyes flickered to her chest.
She blushed and pulled the blanket up over her.
He smiled.
"Good morning."
She nodded.
"Yes it is."
He crossed over to the bed and got in to lay beside her.
"Sorry I wasn't next to you when you woke up. I was only in for 5 minutes."
"It's fine," she reassured him laying against his chest.
A lingering silence enveloped them then.
"So..."
"Sooo..." he replied.
"I-I enjoyed... last night." She said blushing.
Draco smiled against the top of her head.
"So did I."
He pulled her up then to look at him square in the eye.
"No regrets?" He asked hopefully and seriously.
"None." She answered.
He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"You should get ready for the match. You only have an hour and you still need to eat." She reminded him sitting forward and preparing to get up from the bed to redress herself.
"There's something else in mind that may help my playing abilities more today than any breakfast Hermione," he said pulling her back to him.
She, innocently oblivious to his suggestion, frowned up at him.
"I don't understand. What? A work out?"
He nodded.
"Indeed. But a special kind of work out."
He pulled off his towel and stroked his manhood making it harden.
"Draco!" She gasped in horror and shock.
"You can't be serious!"
"Do I look like I'm not serious?" He asked pushing her down and climbing on top of her.
She laughed.
"Didn't you have enough last night? Or rather enough all morning?"
He shook his head.
"Never."
"We don't have time." She whispered as he positioned himself and began to kiss her chest.
"It'll be a quickie," he promised taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
She gasped, her soreness forgotten...
Forty-five minutes later Hermione came into the Great Hall to find Blaise waiting for her outside of the hall.
"Good morning babe." He said smiling.
Hermione felt a jolt of guilt run through her at his words.
When she had been with Malfoy it had been like... like Blaise had never existed as her boyfriend.
"Umm Blaise." She began.
"We need to talk, about last night."
He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Listen you violated my space and if... Malfoy hadn't stepped in... I don't know what you might have been capable of doing. I think we should split up for good."
Blaise -being the marvelous actor he was- put on a horrified mask of shock.
"Oh."
"But no hard feelings." Hermione said quickly feeling awkward.
He looked up at her and frowned.
"Is there someone else?" He asked.
Hermione was shocked, how could he tell?
"Ummm..."
"Who?"
"Nobody... it's none of your concern."
"Who? Is it one of my friends?" He asked sounding more interested than angry.
"Umm Blaise this really isn't your-"
"It is."
She glared at him.
"I'm not going to tell you anything. And that's final."
Malfoy suddenly appeared at the bottom landing of the staircase and looked over at them.
Hermione looked at him and their eyes lingered for what was an obvious unnessesary length of time.
Blaise smiled wickedly, though neither of them saw it.
"Alright. That's answer enough." He said, but only loud enough for Hermione to hear.
She snapped her head back to look at him.
"No, that's wasn't anything-"
"I don't care Granger." He began to walk away from her.
"Wait!" She called.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
He turned and smiled.
"What would you say Granger if I told you that I knew about you two from the start and this was all a set up. On my part only, he had no part it in. But I did it for both of your own goods. What woud you say to that Granger?"
Hermione strode over to him quickly and pushed him into an empty classroom.
She slammed the door behind them and turned on him looking livid.
"What do you mean?"
Blaise chuckled on behalf of himself.
"Granger I was never into you in the least. I knew that you and my best mate had some unsaid feelings that needed to be brought to both of your attentions. Now they have been. You should thank me really. I did it cause I know you two could never get together without a little push. You're both too stubborn and proud."
Hermione slapped him.
"Granger!"
"Thank you." She whispered.
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
"You are the jerk of the earth Blaise Zabini. I won't forgive... just yet. And you should NOT have manhandled me like that last night. You could've caused some serious trouble."
He grinned.
"I am sorry about that."
She rolled her eyes.
"Tell no one." She hissed at him then.
"Never planned to."
She made way towards the door, but suddenly she stopped.
"He knows nothing? You're positive about that?"
"Certain."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Why did you do this whole thing... for us?"
He shrugged.
"He's my best friend."
"And me?"
He shrugged again.
"Guess I've never really had any problems with you. So I helped you both out."
"Thanks, but I still don't forgive you... fully."
He smiled.
Hermione swept from the room then.
The Quidditch match began at 9:30 due to delays from both teams being unprepared.
Finally the match began, Hermione true to her word sat on the Gryffindor side, but underneath her light jacket she wore a green shirt.
Twenty minutes into the game she became imensely bored, as she usually did.
Her mind was lingering on thoughts of Blaise Zabini still trying to decide if he was a devil or a genius.
Gryffindor was up by twenty points, but Draco was definitely flying better than Harry.
That much she could comprehend.
Harry looked shaken and almost as if he was afraid of the height from his broom.
Parvarti whispered to Hermione that he was slightly hungover from the banquet last night.
Hermione sighed angrily.
Gryffindor scored an additional twenty more points, but then suddenly Slytherin came up scoring thirty points.
Hermione was mildly interested whenever these scores were made.
Right after the Slytherin scored their additional ten points bringing them ten points more than Gryffindor the crowds in the stands suddenly began to stand up, yell and point.
Hermione followed the direction in which their hands were pointing and saw Draco ten feet off the ground zooming impossibly fast with his arm reached out.
Harry took off like a torpedo down towards Malfoy.
But Malfoy suddenly shot straight up in the air like a rocket, his arm still reaching out.
Hermione was not even a hundred feet away when she saw Draco's pale hand clasp the small golden ball in his hand and fist it.
He stopped flying and punched his hand up in the air in victory showing the snitch caught in it.
Slytherins began to jeer wildly and Hermione clapped loudly, all the Gryffindors sneered at her.
Draco turned to look at her and smiled.
She discreetly smiled back.
Hermione lingered after the meet by the locker rooms.
She wanted to say 'good job you hungover fool' to Harry and then sneak off with Draco.
Harry would hear none of it though.
He charged away from her griping like a child to their mother.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at his retreating body.
Warm, strong arms circled her around her waist and pulled her up against them.
"Well, love do you approve?"
She turned and smiled up at him.
They were well hidden from view back behind the locker rooms.
She nodded fingering his Quidditch robes.
"I do indeed."
He smirked and pulled her closer to him.
"Let's go celebrate."
"I can't. With you?"
He grinned.
"Not in public. Together." He whispered.
"Lemme take you to bed."
"Draco, as if all last night wasn't enough-" he pressed a finger to her lips.
"Shhh, I just won my first match against Potter. Please, love?"
She nodded.
She really didn't mind at all.
Draco lowered his head down to her and swiftly caught her lips with his in a chaste kiss.
"Meet me in my room." He whispered before turning away from her.
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Thirty minutes later Hermione rushed into her bedroom and ripped off her pants, jacket and tshirt.
In a flustered hurry she ran to her wardrobe and nearly ripped the doors off of their hinges as she flung open the wardrobe.
Rushing through outfit after outfit Hermione turned desperately to looked at her dresser and ran to it.
She whipped open two massive draws, both barely filled, and began digging manically through the articles of cloth.
Hermione let out a frustrated angry groan and turned around only to come facing a massive chest.
She screamed and backed up into her vanity.
There was the sound of glass clanking then shattering to the hard wood floor. A perfume bottle.
Hermione was staring up at Draco aghast, panting in naught but her bra and panties, halfway sitting on the table vanity.
Draco, smirking like the devil, moved in on her and picked her up to sit her down fully on the vanity.
"You scared the-"
He cut her off by placing his lips over hers fully and kissing her as hard as she'd ever been kissed.
Hermione arched up and wrapped her arms around Daco's chest moaning.
Panting feverishly Draco's lips trailed down Hermione's jawline, neck and chest.
"Dr-Dra-Draco," Hermione panted running her hands under his shirt.
"Wha-what about" kiss "your.. te-" kiss "teammates?"
"I couldn't get away fast enough." He panted against her lips.
They embraced tighter, closed their eyes and kissed more passionately.
"What on earth were you doing?" He asked pulling away so he could pull his Quidditch robes and handguards off.
"I-I-I wanted to look more..."
He raised any eyebrow kicking off his boots.
"Intriguing." She finally said lamely.
Draco chuckled thumbing her peach colored panties.
"You already do."
She stiffled a goofy grin and instead placed her hands on Draco's jersey.
"Take it off."
"Now, now patience."
"No." She growled attempting to rip the jersey off.
He chuckled again and whipped it off over his head and was surprised to feel her hands on this pants buckle before his jersey was fully off.
Draco helped quickly, Hermione used her feet to push the pants along with his boxers down to his thighs and stared down at his shaft with excitement.
Draco stroked is shaft fully making it harden further and Hermione reached behind herself to unclasp her bra.
Draco assisted lashing the bra away from her skin then grabbing her panties and yanking them down to her ankles.
"Ready?" He gasped, unable to sustain foreplay.
"Always," she gasped wrapping her legs around his waist.
With one almight push Draco entered her and they both groaned unabashed.
"Uhhhmm," Hermione groaned falling back against the vanity.
Draco's hands circled around her buttocks and cradled her closer so he could go deeper into her.
Hermione placed one hand on Draco's hard chest and the other on the side of the vanity.
Draco pulled out and thrusted back into her violently, in no mood to be gentle.
Hermione wasn't either however, she loved every second of it.
Their bodies quickly became slick with sweat and the room began to smell heavily like sex.
"Uhhnnn," Hermione groaned arching up to Draco.
He caught one of her breasts in his mouth and picked her up from the vanity.
He carried her towards the bed and suddenly pulled out of her.
Hermione cried out in protest.
Draco dropped her onto the bed and placed his hands on her waist.
Hermione grinned, but was caught off guard when Draco flipped her over onto her stomach.
He lay forward on top of her and whispered in her ear, "is this alright, love?"
Stun to shock Hermione just nodded.
Draco slammed into her from behind and Hermione cried out in a newfound heavenly pleasure.
"Oh gods Draco," she cried burrying her face into the covers.
"So good... sooo sweet." Draco grunted in her ear.
They both began to pant heavily and groan uncontrollably.
Finally right when Draco came Hermione screamed out and fell limp beneath him, both completely spent.
"You know, right before I came here," Draco mumbled after a few minutes when they had both completely calmed down.
"I talked to Zabini."
Hermione looked at him quickly.
"Really?"
Draco smirked at her.
"He told me the most interesting story... he says we're to thank him for everything."
Hermione smiled.
"Care to elaborate?" Draco asked tensely.
Hermione nodded.
THE END.
Ok so I am soooo not happy with this ending, but this story was becoming a burden and I wanted to move on to work on other stories.
I've learned that I prefer to write short stories over the last months, otherwise I become very bored and frustrated with the same story.
But if you read this and liked it please review, thanks! :)
Much love to all readers!!