A/N: It's been a while since I updated this fic, or any of my fics for that matter. But thanks for being patient with me because I've been uber busy lately. And I'm not even supposed to be on the computer, so just be happy that I'm trying to update, my lovelies! Ahaha. I've missed writing for you guys, so I decided to give you a quick update while the parents are away (:

Enjoy (:

Also, since it's snowing where I live, let's pretend it's winter at Hogwarts.

Warning: Malfoy seems rather OC in this chapter and probably will be a bit more in later chapters. Sorry.

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The Quidditch Pitch

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Hermione was alone in the quidditch pitch, holding a broomstick in her hand. She had no idea how to fly a broom, and the only time she had ever been on one was during her first year. She was not very excited about this, it could be dangerous. But, for Ron, she would do this. Hermione had spent at least two hours in the library studying about flying a broomstick, but it sounded easier said than done.

And plenty more dangerous.

Here goes nothing, she thought to herself as she straddled the broomstick that she "borrowed" from Ginny.

Hermione kicked off the ground a rose high off the ground.

"Merlin!" she cried.

She was scared that she could fall off any minute. She held onto the broomstick as tight as she could, but unfortunately for her, she also leaned forward a little more, causing her to speed forward.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" she screamed.

Hermione didn't know how to stop. Her heart was beating faster and faster, panic rising within her body. With her struggle, the broom started to jerk this way and that, as if trying to throw her off of the broom, and the winter winds were not helping her out.

And then her hands started to slip.

Oh no, she thought, knowing that she was going to fall.

And she did.

A scream escaped her throat as she fell through the sky, towards the cold, wet ground far below.

But just before she hit the ground, she felt someone's warm arm wrap around her and heave her back up into the sky, saving her from a very painful, and stupid, death.

She looked up to see her savior, only to be staring into the silver eyes of her enemy.

Draco Malfoy.

(I was very tempted to leave it at that, but then this would have been too short of a chapter, so I didn't. lolx.)

He didn't look angry, for once. And he didn't look as if he minded holding a mudblood in his arms.

No, instead, he just looked…curious.

"What were you doing, trying to fly a broom, Granger?" he asked with morbid curiosity.

"I was…" but Hermione found that she didn't want to complete her sentence for fear that he would make fun of her.

But he already knew why.

"It's for the Weasel, isn't it?" Malfoy asked.

Hermione nodded meekly.

"You know, most girls will simply tell the boy that they like him, but not you. You had to go do the extreme and attempt to fly a broomstick when we all know that you're afraid of heights," Malfoy smirked at her.

Hermione remained silent.

The two stared oddly at each other as a sheet o white snow started to fall all around them.

"Thanks for um…saving me," Hermione muttered.

Malfoy smirked even wider.

"What? I can't hear you," he said.

"You heard me," she said.

"What? You wanted me to drop you off here? In the air? All right, it's you're call," Draco smirked as he started to loosen his hold on her.

"NO!" She shouted, grabbing onto him.

This is so not my day, Hermione thought to herself.

"I'm…um…thanksforsavingmeMalfoy," Hermione mumbled quickly.

Draco rolled his eyes, thinking this was the best thanks you he would get from her.

He let her off on the ground and flew off, leaving her with two questions running through her mind.

Why wasn't he disgusted at the sight of her?

And more importantly…

Why did he save her?

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--Thanks for reading, everyone. Sorry that this is so short! The next one will be much longer. Reviews make me happy!
Also, I'm currently looking for a co-author to help me finish this story since I have tons of fics that I have yet to complete.

So if you're interested, PM me!