Since our school holidays are ending and I'll have homework, I will probably only get two or three chapters done a week. Sorry about that, but I do want to write more and more all the time. Thanks for being such great readers, and thanks for reviewing. Also, thank you s'moreo1235 for suggesting a Ravenclaw Peeta, who might turn up in this chapter or the next. Please ENJOY!

Chapter 10

Draco asked Hermione how they were going to get out of the ball, and she gave him a look of disappointment. After all they had been through, he expected her to know.

"You seriously expect me to know?" she asked, and he sighed in reply.

"Not exactly, but I thought you might," She raised her eyebrows, knowing that wasn't true. "Yes." The ball bumped, and Hermione watched Draco fall. She silently laughed, because she had only lent on the edge of the ball. "How come you don't go through it?" he asked. Hermione pushed her hand through the ball in demonstration, but did not scream when it burned her. "Oh," he said in realization. "Right." He had sat up a bit to talk to her. He lay back down on the ground and murmured something.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"This water is comfortable." He answered. "I think I might…" he trailed off when an invisible spell hit Hermione, and paralysed her. "Hermione!" he said. She groaned. "What?" Hermione slipped through the water-the sensation of being free of the ball was great-and fell into a large pair of arms. "Crabbe?" she heard Draco ask. That was why the arms were so big, but not as big as Hagrid's-they belonged to one of Draco's friends. The same spell that hit her hit him and the next spell got him out and into Goyle's arms. Hermione knew he was paralysed too, and could tell he didn't like it. He asked the two of them questions; Crabbe answering most, and Goyle giving him glares, basically telling him what to say. Goyle ended up un-paralysing them and they got up and walked. Hermione saw movement behind Draco.

Hermione moaned. "Draco, watch out." Draco turned, and a fist collided with his face. "Draco!" she called, but he was out. She looked up from his body to see the offender. It was Harry. No, it wasn't Harry-there was no scar. There was a girl behind him.

"James!" cried the girl. "What was that for?"

James? Hermione thought. Hang on; James was Harry's father's name. Then the girl must be…

"Lily, it is the bully of our son. The least we can do for him is get rid of the boy."

"What about the girl?" Lily asked. Hermione looked around, but Crabbe and Goyle weren't there. They were a bit older than Hermione and Draco and had taken the Apparation test-and past. They must have Apparated when Harry's parents came.

"I'm his friend." Hermione said. "Well, I was, before he stunned me for three days. He said I was going out with him," Hermione pointed at Draco. "So he put us in a ball thing." She scrunched her nose up. "It was awful." Lily nodded, but James stepped closer.

"Really?" he said. "Is this true Harry?" he asked, and turned around. Behind Lily, Harry stood.

"Yes." Harry confessed quietly. "I just-someone told me."

"Who?" James demanded. Harry shrugged.

"That's what I don't remember." He said. Hermione scowled at him. She knew that he must've been lying.

"Can I go now?" she asked, excusing herself before they could say anything. As she walked away, she turned around. "How did you do it?" she asked Harry. "Bring them back."

"I didn't. It was Dumbledore. He did something." Hermione nodded kept walking towards the common room, but remembered Draco. She ran back to the spot. Harry, James and Lily had gone, but Draco was still lying on the floor. She bent down next to him.

"You're still out?" she asked. Then muttered to herself, "I better stay on the good side of Harry's father." Draco groaned, and Hermione grabbed his arm. "Draco?" she asked, and he groaned again, and opened his eyes.

"Hermione?" He lifted a hand to his nose, but Hermione batted it away.

"Don't touch it, it'll get worse if you do." His nose was broken, and she worried for him. He sighed.

"Hermione, it's not that bad. It's a just a," he touched his nose. "Ow!"

"It's broken, Draco! Come on," She beckoned to him. "Time to visit the Hospital Wing again."

The Gryffindor guests had gone, and most of the damage fixed.

Madame Pomfrey tended to Draco's wounds fairly quickly, and he was fine after an hour.

"Finally!" Hermione said, and Draco gave her a questioning look. "I can get back to class!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, Hermione. How can you think about getting back to class now? We've just been in the presence of Lord Voldemort, tortured, you were thrown by a giant, and been shoved in a ball of water, and you're thinking about class. Seriously." Hermione saw a point in what he was saying.

"You're right. I just want to do well, because I never really fitted in at Muggle School. I was really bad in some places, and okay in others. I want to do well here." Draco nodded slowly. "Let's go." She said.

"Hermione, its Saturday. Oh, geez! The Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match is on this afternoon! I have to go get my Quidditch robes, my broom, and my-wait. Nothing else." Hermione laughed. "See you in a few minutes. Meet me at the Quidditch pitch, ok?" Hermione nodded.

She met Draco at the Quidditch pitch ten minutes later. "Ready to watch us smother Gryffindor?" he said. Hermione smiled.

"As if!" she said, and went to take a seat in the Gryffindor seating area.

"What was that all about, with Malfoy?" Ron asked her when she sat next to him. She smiled.

"He said they were going to smother you. I said as if." Ron nodded with a smile.

"Well, best be on the pitch soon. I can't wait to smother Malfoy." Hermione laughed.

"So true, so true." She said. "You better go." Ron nodded, and went to the side of the Quidditch pitch. Hermione was worried. Either way, a friend would win. Either way, a friend would lose. As the players walked onto the pitch, Draco smiled at her, and she smiled back. Ron smiled at her, and she smiled back. It was a brutal game.

The game started with the Gryffindor chasers throwing the ball down to their goal. They scored a goal, but the ball then went to Slytherin. A bludger hit one of the Slytherin chasers; the one with the Quaffle. He fell, but was smart enough to throw the Quaffle up. A Gryffindor chaser grabbed it, and one of the Slytherin beaters narrowly missed Harry with a Bludger. Slytherin scored a few more goals, and then Gryffindor did aswell, taking the lead by thirty points. One of the Gryffindor chasers went down, and the game got worse. Ron nearly got knocked of his broom, Draco got pushed through one of the hoops like a Quaffle, and a Bludger hit the Gryffindor keeper.

The chase for the Snitch was epic. Harry was pushed into the Slytherin keeper, getting Gryffindor a goal, but Harry was behind Draco. A Bludger hit Draco's arm, but he kept going towards the Snitch. Gryffindor was on 170 points, and so was Slytherin. The first game of the season was probably going to be the best, in Hermione's opinion. The worst part was when Harry's and Draco's hands both grabbed the Snitch at once.