The next three weeks were a bit awkward, yet fun, for Hermione where Quidditch was concerned. On one hand, she was loyal to her team and would never give away secrets about the team's plays. On the other, her husband was trying a few sneaky tactics to get her to spill. He'd bribed her with a rare edition of Hogwarts: A History, had made her breakfast in bed with her favorite foods, and he'd done that marvelous thing in bed where he...Anyways, to say that Hermione was very close to caving in was a bit of an understatement.

So, one morning, she woke up, kissed her husband, and plainly said, "I'm going to avoid you until the game is over. That way, you won't be getting anything out of me." This plan of avoiding him had consisted of eating with the Gryffindors, sitting on the other side of classes, sleeping in the Gryffindor dorms, and spending as much time with Harry, Ron, and Ginny as possible. Her friends found it enjoyable and funny. Draco wasn't as amused. He tried to slip into the seat next to her at the table and during classes, only to have Ginny take the seat and send him away. And whenever she was with Harry or Ron, the boys would scurry off with her. It only added to the Gryffindors' enjoyment at seeing the Slytherin so flustered.

He got lucky, though, a few hours before the big game between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He'd woken up late, having a hard time falling asleep without his wife there to hold the night before, and was running through the halls toward breakfast. As he rounded a corner, he saw Hermione leaning against a wall, looking out the window and sighing. He stopped and smiled.

"You know," he said, making her jump and look up. "I remember seeing you in a similar spot not too long ago. You were watching people throw snowballs, right? And then you yelled at me."

Hermione smiled. "You deserved it," she said. "If you hadn't been flying so close to me during the game, I never would have pulled you down and our kiss spread all over the school by a meddling poltergeist."

Draco walked up and leaned on his arm that rested near her shoulder on the wall. "And we never would have flirted, dated, gotten married, and be standing here right now, would we?" He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips to his and said, "I'll be cheering for you today, Draco."

"Over Potter and Weasley?" he asked, brushing his lips over hers.

She shrugged. "A little," she said. "But it won't be as loud. I'll be in Gryffindor territory, after all. Wouldn't look good if I cheered louder for the other team."

He nodded and hugged her. "God, I miss holding you," he said into her hair.

She hugged him tightly. "I know," she said. "It took forever to get to sleep last night without you."

Draco chuckled. "Then why did you leave?" he asked.

"Because you were trying to bribe me so I would tell you secrets about the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Hermione said, pulling back to look into his eyes, though she didn't drop her arms.

Draco smiled. "I guess you don't like my cooking," he said, referring to the breakfast in bed.

"I love your cooking," she said. "It's better than mine, even. But I can't just give up specialized plans just because you served me french toast and caramelized apples in bed for breakfast."

He tilted his head slightly. "Should I have thrown in the powdered sugar?" he asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, because that would totally get you what you wanted," she said sarcastically.

"Really?" Draco said. "I'm going to remember that next time."

Hermione shook her head and slapped his shoulder. "Don't you have a game to get to," she asked.

He blinked and looked at the watch Hermione had gotten him after complaining about his ability to be late to everything. He blinked and said, "Crap. The game starts in five minutes." He kissed Hermione once more, making sure to squeeze her quickly. Draco pulled back and said, "Cheer for me when you can," before running off.

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. Draco may have been rich and spoiled, but he would lose his head if it weren't attached to his neck. She looked out the window and smiled softly. She could see a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs grouping together near the entrance of the Quidditch field from where she stood. She remembered that day, too. She had been so angry about the posters, that she'd blown up at him. Looking back, if someone had said she would be married to Draco Malfoy and thinking about having his children, she would have sent them to the psych ward at St. Mungos.

She shook herself and ran back up o the room for her sweater. She'd come in to grab it before the game, but had gotten caught by the view from the window. Now, she had to bolt up the stairs and hurry to her room or she'd miss the first part of the game.

Hermione slid into the spot next to Lavender on the bleachers and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Thought you weren't going to make it," the blonde cried over the cheers from the Gryffindors as their team circled for a warm up.

"Found the stupid sweater under the bed," Hermione said. She looked at the team and cheered. "Go, Harry!"

Just then, the Slytherin team came out and started their warm up laps. The Slytherins cheered and the Gryffindors booed. Draco flew over the Gryffindor bleachers and winked at Hermione. She smiled and gave him a thumbs up, but the other students weren't as happy to see the Seeker. They swatted at him as he flew over their heads. Draco flew over to his team and waited for the match to begin.

The quaffle was thrown and the chasers jumped on it. Hermione instinctively looked for the snitch, but didn't see anything. She looked back at the game and saw Ron block a quaffle. The Gryffindors cheered and the quaffle was picked up by another player. The game continued, both teams scoring goals. The score didn't change too much, either. The Slytherins would score, then the Gryffindors would.

Hermione could see Harry and Draco search for the snitch. That stupid ball was avoiding them pretty well. She looked around and froze as she saw it. It was hovering near the Hufflepuff banner, blending into the gold background. Sneaky ball. She licked her lips, her hands tightening as she felt the urge to notify one of the Seekers. But doing so would lead to a whole new set of trouble.

But the two Seekers, use to Hermione and her movements, noticed the change. They looked at where she stared, and dived. Hermione watched as the two boys raced toward the Hufflepuffs. She watched as they got closer to the wall. The snitch hadn't moved and she wondered if they would be able to pull up in time. She bit her lip and watched the boys reach for it. The snitch stayed still, as if someone were holding it in place.

Hermione watched with wide eyes. Draco and Harry extended their arms. They clkosed in. Finally, when they were close enough, Harry reached out and snatched the ball. He turned his broom, avoiding the tower. Draco, on the other hand, wasn't fast enough. He turned his broom, but the tail hit the Hufflepuff tower, sending him into an uncontrolled spin. Hermione gasped and watched as his broom crashed into the ground, throwing his body against a wall.

She pushed her way through the crowd and down onto the field. She raced across the field and knelt down next to Draco's limp body. Carefully, so as not to disturb any injuries, she turned him over, resting his head in her lap. Draco's eyes were closed and his breathing slightly ragged and hard. Multiple scratches covered his face, there was a large bloody gash at his temple, and his Quidditch robes were covered in dirt and were slightly tattered. Hermione checked for a pulse and sighed in relief as she found it. It was was week, but there.

"Draco," she said, cupping his cheek. "Open your eyes, Draco. Please."

She felt someone push on her shoulder lightly and she looked up. Madam Pomfrey levitated Draco off the ground and hurried away with him. Hermione got to her feet and hurried after them, but Harry grabbed her, holding her back. "Let Madam Pomfrey take care of him without a worried wife looking over her shoulder," he said.

She looked at him. "Would you want me saying that to you if it were Ginny being levitated away, all bloody like?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No," he said. "But I know that this is the right thing to do, Hermione. We'll go and wait, but let her do her job."

Hermione watched Draco's body float away toward the castle. She wanted to run and hold him, never let go. But she knew Harry was right. She would only get in Madam Pomfrey's way. Hermione took a shaky breath and nodded. Harry smiled softly. "Come," he said. "We'll change out of these clothes, then go see Draco, alright?" He talked slowly and carefully, knowing that Hermione was still in a bit of shock. Seeing one's loved one crash to his almost death did that to people.

AN: I know it drops off suddenly, and I'm sorry for not updating soon enough, but things have gotten busy. So, tell me what you think. Thanks.