Title: (This One Is) For You
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 499
Notes: This was written for the community dramione_ldws at LiveJournal for Round 3 Challenge #6 - This is a very simple game. The prompt was based on "Bull Durham" and was to be set at a Quidditch World Cup and have a theme of being victorious.

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(This One Is) For You

The roar of the crowd around her rose to ear-splitting proportions. She couldn't talk to Harry on her left, or Ron on her right, without screaming – and even then neither could understand her. Hermione found it absolutely ridiculous.

In all the years that she had been friends with Ron and Harry, they still hadn't fully comprehended her dislike of Quidditch. Even now, sitting in the top box at the World Cup as England took on Ireland, Hermione was only feeling slightly excited and she was only feeling ithat/i excitement through osmosis of the other exuberant attendees.

Another roar went out through the crowd and a flash of white streaked past their box. Hermione's stomach flipped. Maybe there was something exciting about Quidditch.

*****

In the four hours and twenty-seven minutes that the match had been running, Draco had seen the snitch exactly six times. Each time he had been thwarted by a rogue bludger or a successful defensive move by a chaser. However, it never dampened his spirits.

A slight shift to the right and Draco whipped around to head back the other direction, his eyes trained on the field for a flash of gold. Instead, a familiar flash of frizzy brown caught his attention and Draco couldn't stop himself from changing his direction just a bit to fly by her box.

Draco smirked as he saw her mouth open slightly and he imagined the breathy gasp that had slipped past her lips. Maybe he would win something more than just the World Cup tonight.

*****

Three hours later, Hermione was leaning against the railing in front of her. Even watching Draco expertly zoom around the stadium had become boring, so she had started daydreaming about what it would be like to finally be able to call herself Draco's girl.

They had been dancing around the subject for the last three years of their friendship and Hermione was sick of it. She wanted more. She wanted to know what it would feel like to hug him in a way that was so much more than platonic. She wanted to know what he tasted like when she kissed him. She wanted to know what emotions would erupt from her when she heard him mutter the three words she was longing to hear.

She sighed. She wanted him.

A collective gasp went through the stadium. She looked up; he was coming straight towards her. Hermione ducked before crying out.

*****

With his hand outstretch, Draco closed his fingers around the snitch and pulled the broom back with his other, coming to an abrupt stop.

Victoriously, he looked first at the snitch and then to her round, shocked eyes staring back at him. Elation swept through his body and he did the first thing that came to mind. Leaning forward, he kissed her long and passionately on the mouth.

When he finally pulled back, he grinned. "This one is for you, Hermione," he said before flying off, though not before he saw her smile.