Day By Day

Chapter 2: Quidditch match

A/N: I own nothing, everything belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling. However, all grammatical mistakes are mine.

Hermione quickly told the fat lady the password and hurried inside, instantly feeling safe with the comforting red surrounding her.

The entire common room was dark, and quietly Hermione walked up the few steps to the girls' dormitory and quickly changed out of her robes into her pajamas.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep, as tiredness filled every inch of her body, and before she knew it, she drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Next morning, however, she was woken up with the loud chatting of the other girls, and with a groan she forced herself to open her eyes, squinting when the ray of sunlight hit her eyes.

Without saying a word, she changed back into he robes, combed her hair, brushed her teeth and to finish it off, she splatted some cold water on her face to wake her completely.

Images of last night shot through her mind, remembering the feeling she had when he was so close to her and how thrilling it had been to do such a forbidden thing. A small smile broke out on her face, but as soon as Hermione noticed it in the mirror, she snapped out of it and hit herself against the head with her hand. "Get yourself together, Hermione. It's only Malfoy." She mumbled to herself and sighed.

She head down the stairs into the common room, where she was immediately greeted with a worried Ron and Harry.

"Hermione! There you are!" Harry said, relief thickly in his voice. "What happened to you last night?"

Hermione smiled, she felt touched that her friends had been worried about her wellbeing. "I got lost in time when I was making my homework, so by the time I was done, I noticed it was past midnight. Luckily, I could make it back without getting caught." Hermione said, leaving the parts with Malfoy out.

"You got us scared, thinking you might be caught by Filch or something!" Ron said and Hermione chuckled. "Well, I nearly was. But I managed to escape on time."

Then she took out a roll of parchment from her robe and handed it over to Ron, "Anyway, here is your essay." She said and Ron gladly took it, "Thank you so much! You're a life safer." He said and Hermione shook her head with a chuckle, "No problem, Ron. Next time, do it yourself, though." And Ron grumpily mumbled a yes.

"Also, why did you say it was due for today? It's weekend, remember?" She said, amused and his eyes widened, gawking like a fish out of the water before face palming himself.

Together they walked through the portrait hole and chatted about some ridiculous dream Ron had last night. Apparently, he had been dreaming that a spider in a dress forced him to dance ballet or else he would be eaten alive by the spider. Harry quietly telling Hermione that a single tear rolled over his cheek when he woke up, making Hermione laugh out loud really hard when they walked into the great hall, attracting some unwanted attention from the other students. Yet, she couldn't help it. Ron was such a young child at times. But she still flung her hand to her mouth, covering the fit of laughter.

Her eyes briefly met those of a certain blonde haired boy, but retreated her gaze quickly.

They all had a well filled breakfast, eating in the over flooding food that was displayed on the table and when they were done they headed over to the Quidditch pitch.

Today was Gryffindor against Slytherin and Hermione was of course going to watch. So, as the boys and Ginny made their way to the changing rooms, Hermione took a seat at the Gryffindor tower, and waited for the match to begin.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, students all started to gather around the towers and ten minutes after that the game finally began, and Hermione started to scream and cheer for her friends.

Hermione watched anxiously as the score was now tied: 110 against 110 and both Harry and Draco were now close to the snitch. A dead silence hung around the towers, everyone following the two boys intensively with their eyes, anticipating the winner.

Hermione couldn't help but let her eyes slip to Draco a couple of times. She'd never admit it, but the way his hair got all wet because of the sweat, and the way his body swiftly moved on his broom looked incredibly attractive. Not to mention the handsome face he had when he deeply concentrated.

Both Harry and Draco were now nearing the Gryffindor Towers with speed and close enough for Hermione to see, she saw Draco stretching and twirling his arm, and with great effort, he finally managed to grab the snitch.

His eyes glowed and a huge grin formed on his face, and Hermione couldn't help but smile herself. She knew she should be disappointed just like her fellow Gryffindor students, but Hermione couldn't help but feel a little proud.

For years and years he had tried to win, but kept on failing each time. But now, he had finally won, and the happiness it brought him made her heart skip a beat.

"What are you smiling at? We lost!" Neville, who sat next to Hermione, reminded her and that got her out of her bubble.

What was she smiling at, indeed? The smile faded away and she met Neville's eyes. "I'm just proud at Harry's effort, even though we lost." She smoothly lied, even though she cringed on the inside. She absolutely hated to lie, but she couldn't just tell him the truth.

Neville nodded, accepting the lie and Hermione's eyes drifted back to where they were before. She met Draco's eyes and she didn't fail to notice the smirk that was plastered on his face.

As much as she loved the fact that he could finally feel some happiness right now, she also knew that this was a huge confidence boost for him and he would definitely gonna brag bout it for quite a while.

Nonetheless, she savored the moment and when everyone started to stand up and walk off the towers, she followed, walking to the side of the pitch and comforting her friends.

"You all did great!" Hermione beamed at them but only got grumpy faces and groans in return.

"Pothead, Weasels! How does it feel to finally lose?" A voice behind them said and Hermione turned around, seeing Draco approaching them with a huge grin on his face.

Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew that this was coming, but she feared her friends' reaction.

Draco was now standing in front of them and Hermione noticed the dirt that was lightly covering his forehead. Drops of sweat slowly fell down the side of his head and he would occasionally wipe it away.

Harry was about to lunge forward but Hermione caught him by his arms, standing in front of him. "Harry! Don't do it, he's not worth it!" She said, shooting Draco a glare, who only returned a satisfied smirk. "Let him be, be better than he'll ever be." She said to Harry and after a few moments he nodded and Hermione let his arms go, and Ron, Ginny and Harry walked away, leaving Hermione behind with Draco.

"Really, Malfoy? Lame move." She said annoyed and walked past him but stopped dead in her tracks when he said, "Oh, come on, are you seriously going to get mad at me after you so desperately begged me for help yesterday?"

Hermione sighed in frustration, she knew that somehow he would take advance of what she said.

She turned around and narrowed her eyes, "Yes, yes I will get mad at you, Malfoy."

"Like you said, I had to beg you. Only then you would help me, proving me that you're not a nice person at all." She said, slightly avoiding his eyes, but she didn't miss the twitch in the corner of his lips, forming a minor smirk.

"Let's be realistic here for a second, Granger. I could've turned you down after you begged me, or let you go in detention somehow anyway. But I didn't." He gently reminded her and Hermione was quiet for a few seconds. He had a point there. He could indeed have set her up but instead he risked himself getting caught as well.

He eyed her carefully, making her slightly uncomfortable under his stare. "Was that your first time Doing something so forbidden?" He asked with an amused smile and Hermione shook her head. "No, I've done it a few times before." She admitted but he saw right through her. "But never without your sidekicks, am I right?" He guessed and Hermione sighed, "What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked annoyed and he chuckled.

"I know you loved the feeling of doing something so risky." He said and approached her slowly, stopping right next to her and said: "Let me show you what it really feels like." And then he casually walked away, hands in his pockets and a soft whistling sounds was carried over the green field.

Hermione stared in the distance for a while before turning around slowly and looked at the figure disappearing out of her sight. What was he playing at? She wondered.

Hermione scribbled down her last words with the remaining ink on her quill and finished with a deep sigh, her eyes drifting to the fireplace that crackled besides her. 'Let me show you what it really feels like.' The words had been flowing around her mind over and over again like a mantra, trying to figure out what he meant with that.

Hermione sighed in frustration, how dare he play with her mind like this? "Are you okay?" Ron asked, who sat besides her on the couch, still grooming from the quidditch match they lost. Hermione nodded and then looked at the old, golden clock that hung on the wall and noticed it was about to hit the seven mark.

"Are you coming with me for dinner?" Hermione asked and Ron nodded, and both of them looked to the corner of the common room, seeing Harry and Ginny snogging and Ron made a disgusted sound. "Harry, Gin, are you coming for dinner?" Hermione asked and the two broke apart and nodded, standing up and following Ron and Hermione through the corridors.

After endless stairs, they finally arrived at the ground floor, and to everyone's dismay, they saw Malfoy walking towards them from the left. He didn't bother to look at them, however. And the four of them decided to ignore it, glad that they could get into the Great Hall to eat dinner without a fight.

But, right before they entered the entrance hall, Draco bumped into Hermione, and she felt his hand touching hers, forcing something into her hand. She didn't pay much attention to it, and Draco said: "Look where you're going, Granger."

Hermione was about to comment until she felt something that was crumbled into her hand and shut up. The four of them sat down at the Gryffindor table and Hermione sat with her back to the walls, having sight of the Slytherin table.

Dinner was served and everyone happily chatted whilst stuffing their mouths full of food, not planning on wasting anything. After all, Hogwarts had amazing food.

When nobody was paying attention to Hermione, she discreetly looked at her lap where her hands were laying and about the crumbled parchment. There she saw a neatly written message:

"Meet me at the clock tower, half past eleven tonight.

-D."

Hermione looked confused at it, wondering if this might be a trap. But after contemplating it for a few minutes, she looked up and met Draco's eyes, and gave him a curt, subtle nod. A smirk formed on his lips as he nodded back and with an exciting feeling knotted in her stomach, she started to eat dinner.