Hermione was walking down the hall and noticed Harry in his Quidditch gear with his team.
"Oh Harry, are you practising for a game?" Hermione chirped.
"Yeah, we've been practising all week for it, Gryffindor is tomorrow" Harry answered.
"Hmm first I've heard of it" Hermione answered.
"There were billboards all week!" Harry chuckled.
"Oh I see!" Hermione laughed back.
"Well I better be getting to the library, Have fun!" She said as she walked away, Harry waved goodbye.
On her way to study hall she did, in fact, pass a billboard with the Quidditch teams on it.
It read:
" Friday 4:00pm Slytherin vs Ravenclaw Saturday 4:00pm Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff "
Or maybe not...?
Could she go to the Slytherin vs Ravenclaw match? What's stopping her?
"Haha no way, I would never" She thought shaking her head.
"I mean I hate him why would I?" She couldn't help a feeling in her stomach when she said she 'hated him'; she did still hate him...right?
She shook her head once again and carried on down the hallway.
She approached the yard she had to cross to get to the library.
To her surprise there was Draco and his Quidditch team.
They were also practising for their match.
Hermione could help but star at him in his uniform.
He appeared to be attempting to catch the Snitch.
She giggled as he fell off his broom yet caught the snitch in both hands. Luckily he wasn't up height enough to be injured.
She continued to walk towards the library.
She looked at the clock on the wall it was 2:36pm
She COULD still make it to the match, it doesn't start till 4.00.
Hermione had a grind painted across her face.
Draco took a deep breath.
As he began to walk out he could here cheers.
Cheers from all the Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's attending this match.
He and his team made it on to the pitch and got into their places.
Directly across from them were Ravenclaw, ready to play their best.
The Quaffle ball was thrown into the air and the game commenced.
Draco as the seeker, it was his job to find the golden snitch.
Which was much easier said than done.
Suddenly the golden snitch appeared in front of his eyes.
"Gotcha!" Draco thought to himself.
It sped away and he flew after it.
Hermione made her way to the front of the Slytherin seating area.
She had a long plain black jacket to hide her Gryffindor uniform and a hat covering most of her hair, also because it was a cold day.
She looked onto the pitch and realised that Draco had already spotted the golden snitch and was chasing it.
He inched closer and closer to the snitch but it simply wasn't enough. He cautiously stood up on his broom he leaned carefully over to the snitch.
It would have worked to it something distracting hadn't caught his eye. Or someone distracting.
He caught site of Hermione standing in the seating area and couldn't help but look.
Upon doing so he was blindsided by the Bludger, which ripped into his broomstick and tore it apart.
As he fell forward he reached out for the snitch missing it by an inch.
He fell from a frightening height.
Hermione gasped as it happened before her eyes.
She couldn't help but worry as she turned and ran down the stairs of the seating area and onto the pitch.
Just in time to see Draco sprawled on the ground.
She ran closer and kneeled down beside him, his team surrounded him as they called a time-out.
"He doesn't look so good, take him to the hospital!" The Slytherin team leader said.
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Draco flickered his eyes open, his vision was blurred.
He saw a figure sitting next to his bed.
"Draco?" It was a feminine voice.
His vision began to sharpen.
To his surprise, it was Hermione.
"What are you doing here?" He asked disorientated.
"I felt bad, it was kind of my fault you fell" Hermione said strangely out of character.
"I DIDN'T FALL, I was caught off guard." Draco set her straight.
Hermione tried to hold back the laughter.
"My broom is ruined now isn't it?" He asked with his eyes clenched shut as he prepared to hear the worst.
"Yeah..." she said reluctantly.
"But we did win didn't we?" Draco said hopefully.
Hermione shook her head.
"Awwh" Draco moaned as he put his head back on the pillow again.
There was a distinct silence.
"...Why did you come to my match?" Draco suddenly realised.
Hermione didn't know how to answer.
"I like Quidditch" She lied.
Surprisingly, Draco felt sort of disappointed.
She stood up from his bedside.
"Well, I have to go to class, Get better soon" She said politely and left.
Draco watched her leave.
Once she left he turned over in his bed and thought to himself.
Suddenly he set up in his bed and placed his feet on the floor.
He flinched in pain.
"There's no way I'm staying here" He said to himself as he limped out of the hospital.
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He walked down the hallway carrying a heavy load of books.
All the students rushed to their classes.
Draco felt a sharp pain shoot up his back and he dropped his books.
He sighed angrily.
"Really did a number on myself didn't I" Draco thought irritated by this fact.
Suddenly a pair of hands picked up the books.
It was Hermione. Again."We really do keep running into each other don't we" Draco said as he took his books back.
"Why are you making life harder for yourself?" Hermione asked.
Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Checking yourself out of hospital" she continued sternly.
Draco rolled his eyes and walk past Hermione.
She scowled as she watched Draco walk down the hall.
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Draco limped into study hall, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. It failed.
He was quickly met by hundreds of staring eyes.
It wasn't like him to feel threatened by this, so he shook it off and put on his usual scowl and walked arrogantly down to his seat.
Hermione and Draco's eyes both met before he turned his back to sit on his seat.
Ron turned around and tapped him on the shoulder.
Draco turned to face the boy with an un-amused expression painted across his face.
"I heard you got pummelled in the Quidditch match this morning?
And had to be checked into hospital for a concussion" He said with a snicker as he turned back in his seat.
Then, something in Draco snapped.
Even he wasn't sure if it was anger just bubbling up inside him or how he hasn't been himself lately, either way he couldn't control it.
He hopped up out of his seat and grabbed Ron by the collar of his uniform.
All the students in the room turned around in shock.
"You wanna start something Weasely?" He hissed.
Hermione and Harry jumped out of their seats.
"Draco!" Hermione called out, quite out of character.
Harry pulling Draco away from Ron stopped and looked at Hermione, as well as Ron who turned to look at her.
Hermione realised what she had done and folded her arms awkwardly.
Draco growled angrily at Ron and turned towards the door and stormed out of the study hall.
Hermione sat down and buried her face in her hands.
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Hermione sat on the little steps that lead to the little garden between halls she looked a little distressed.
She was alone.
Draco slowly approached her and sat gently down next to her.
She had her arms folded and resting on her legs.
She tilted her head slightly in his direction when he sat down.
Draco smiled softly. This was quite out of character.
Hermione put her head down and giggled and smiled warmly.
There was a particular reason that Draco did this.
He simply couldn't fight it anymore, he didn't hate Hermione he actually liked her.
They didn't really talk; they just sat, enjoying each other's company
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END CHAPTER 3
I hope to end it with the next chapter 'cause I'm kind of pushing the envelope here xD