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Fun & Games	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione raced through the grounds, having overslept for the first time in three years. It was completely unlike her, but she had no time to get down on herself. The Quidditch match had begun and all her friends were out on the Pitch, probably wondering where she was. After twenty straight minutes of sprinting to the Pitch, the Head Girl made it, dashing up the Gryffindor stands.

She spotted Neville somewhere in the front and squeezed past a group of overeager second years before reaching his side.

“Where have you been?” he asked, trying to speak over all the cheers.

She had a pained look on her face. “I overslept. What’s the score?”

“Slytherin are winning by twenty points.”

Hermione felt a large lump form in her throat. She knew her friends – namely Ron, being Keeper and all – were probably devastated. They hadn’t practiced so much for nothing.

Nevertheless, the Snitch had yet to be caught, which meant Gryffindor stood more than a fighting chance. She jumped up and down, cheering with the others and feeling the adrenaline of it all keep her warm.

Dennis Creevey was commentating the game. “Ginny Weasley takes the Quaffle, races past Davis and straight for the – OH!”

Hermione gasped as her best friend received a lethal hit from one of the Slytherin Chasers, nearly falling off her broom.

“Davis grabs hold of the Quaffle, dodging one Bludger, and then another! It looks like Slytherin really brought their A-game!”

There was a lot of uproar in the Gryffindor and Slytherin stands. Everyone was bracing themselves as Davis, a highly skilled Slytherin Chaser, made her way to the Gryffindor Keeper.

Both Hermione and Neville held their breath as Davis took a shot.

“Another point for Slytherin!” cried Dennis, not half as loud as he would have had it been Gryffindor.

There was a collective groan from the crimson stands, and boisterous cheers from their opponents. A few of the students began trash talking from across the Pitch until it was all cut short by Dennis’ high-pitched voice.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing out into the distance. “It looks like Harry Potter has located the Snitch!”

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the Gryffindor Seeker as he twisted and twirled around the Quidditch Pitch, following the tiny, golden ball of hope as it soared overhead.

Hermione felt excitement in her stomach. Yes, she thought, clapping her hands together and chanting with the crowd. We can win! The game is ours!

“Go Harry!” she cried out, catching his sideways glance as he raced past the Gryffindor stands. “Go Harry! Let’s go! Catch that Sn –”

“Hermione! Look out!”

The Head Girl glanced to Neville, who pointed straight ahead of them with eyes the size of galleons. She shifted her attention, trying to find out what all the commotion was about. Her body went into shock when she saw it. A Bludger like no other was headed in her direction, tearing through the crisp Winter air with the ferocity of a thousand dragons.

She had no time to react.

It all happened so fast after that.

~

Draco tried to keep calm. Weasley had followed through with his end of the bargain. The game was almost theirs. All he had to do was catch the bloody Snitch. His gaze tore all around the Quidditch Pitch, searching for the golden ball and spotting nothing but his fellow players. He made sure to keep Potter within eyesight. He figured those ridiculous glasses acted as some sort of Snitch locating device. Admittedly, Potter was good – more than good. He had yet to participate in a game in which he didn’t catch the Snitch for Gryffindor.

Nevertheless, all of Slytherin were relying on Draco. He circled the Pitch, feeling even more pressure as his team went up in the scoreboards.

“Another goal for Slytherin!” cried Creevey.

The Gryffindor stands were going mental. He loved it.

“What’s that? It looks like Potter has located the Snitch!”

Draco felt his pulse quicken. He found the Gryffindor Seeker not too far away, and made a dive for it, staying on his tail as he chased victory. They flew over the Slytherin stands, hearing cheers and trash talk for the Seekers, respectively, and then over the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff stands. They received minimal response from those houses, but it didn’t matter.

Draco tailed him all the way to the Gryffindor stands and just as he was about to reach for his opponent’s broom, he heard something.

“Hermione! Look out!”

He peered over his shoulder to find Neville Longbottom warning his fellow Gryffindor of something close by. The Slytherin Seeker glanced around the Pitch and saw an angry Bludger, dealt by a Slytherin beater, racing for the crimson stands – straight for Hermione Granger.

This is my chance, he thought. Weasley did his part. Now I have to do mine. It took a split second of thinking before Draco whipped his broom in the opposite direction, back to the Gryffindor stands, and made a choice he knew he could never take back.

~

“It would do Hogwarts some good to ban that barbaric sport!” voiced Madam Pomfrey, racing between bedsides. “One student after another – injured, maimed, you name it!”

Hermione frowned, feeling quite all right save for some soreness here and there. “May I be excused?” she asked the Hogwarts nurse. “I feel fine.”

Pomfrey gave her a stern look. “You will stay right there until I tell you otherwise.”

The Head Girl sighed, lying back down on the bed.

Ginny was by her side, still in her Quidditch uniform. “That was some hit,” she said. “You were out for at least ten minutes. I can’t believe you missed Harry catch the Snitch, too! It was brilliant.”

“I’m sure it was,” Hermione said, trying to sound supportive.

“Oh, cheer up,” encouraged the redhead. “We’ll all go to Hogsmeade tomorrow and you’ll feel right as rain.”

She hoped so. Granted, Hermione didn’t feel as though she was in need of medical assistance, but her head was throbbing worse than ever. Just in time for mid-terms, too. She cringed at the thought of writing her exams in such a condition.

“Why do you think he did it?” asked Ginny, staring across the Hospital Wing.

Hermione did the same, spotting Draco Malfoy’s unconscious body laying atop the bed. He had, for some ridiculous reason, taken the hit for her. The only reason she was hurt at all was because the Bludger knocked him off his broom and straight into the stands.

“It was probably a mistake,” shrugged the Head Girl.

“I don’t know…I saw it happen,” said Ginny, gaze darting between her best friend and opponent. “He was on Harry’s tail one moment, and then he just turned around and flew straight towards you. It was almost as if…as if…”

“As if he knew the administration was looking for a reason to take him off probation, and taking a hit for somebody of a different house fits the bill.”

Ginny paused. “You think?”

“I know,” Hermione said firmly. “There’s no other explanation.”

“If you’re sure,” shrugged her friend, getting up from the stool. “I think I’ll go change out of my uniform,” she said. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“All right,” the Head Girl said, feeling lonely already. Merlin knew how long Pomfrey planned to keep her cooped up in the Hospital Wing. “See you soon?”

“Definitely.” Ginny gave her a quick hug before racing off.

Hermione sighed, climbing under the covers and deciding it was best to sleep it off. Madam Pomfrey would wake her up when it was time to go. Hopefully. But just as her eyes began to droop, she heard a set of footsteps that didn’t sound like they belonged to the Hogwarts nurse.

The Head Girl glanced over her shoulder and saw Pansy Parkinson, along with Blaise Zabini, storm into the Hospital Wing and straight for Malfoy’s bed.

“Honestly!” cried out the Slytherin girl. “It was almost as if he was trying to…save her.”

She began pacing the area. Four steps, turn. Four steps, turn. Four steps, turn. It was getting quite annoying and not helping Hermione’s headache one bit.

“I’m sure he had his reasons,” offered Blaise, sounding beyond disinterested.

“Ha! I doubt it. That bitch probably used the Imperius Curse on him! Yes! That’s definitely it. He would never risk anything for a…a…Mudblood.”

The last word stung, but Hermione made sure to keep her composure. She closed her eyes, trying to fake being asleep. The last thing she wanted was a jealous Parkinson at her bedside.

“It cost Slytherin the match!” said Parkinson, clearly trying to gain Blaise’s support, but he was nothing if not indifferent to most things. “When is he going to wake up anyway?”

“Not soon, I would imagine. He took quite the hit. I wouldn’t be surprised if Pomfrey kept him in here all night.”

For some inexplicable reason, Hermione felt guilt, as though it had been her fault Malfoy was out cold. Even if it had been, he deserved it! All the teasing and tormenting. It was karma. That’s all. Karma.

“Oh, Draco!” cried Pansy, drenched in melodrama as she rushed over to his side and held his hand in both of hers. “We are all so worried for you. Please wake up soon. There is…plenty…we have…to discuss.” Her tone went from concerned to threatening as the words poured out.

Hermione wouldn’t have been surprised if Malfoy was also pretending to sleep. She didn’t want to know what sort of lecture Pansy had in store for him. And, so, the young woman closed her eyes even tighter and tried to free her mind of recent events, but all she could visualize was the Bludger heading straight for her and the greenish blur that followed.
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