The crowd screamed, boo’s and hisses could be heard across the pitch from the Slytherins as the Gryffindor team walked onto the pitch. Hermione rolled her eyes. Ginny cheered as Harry and Ron flew past them. Both of the boys faces screwed up into confused and disgusted looks as the noticed Hermione sitting with Ginny. Ginny made a rude hand gesture at them but did it with a grin. Harry and Ron flew away and Hermione gave Ginny a look.
“They don’t like me being with you. Do they?” Hermione asked. Ginny grimaced and shook her head.
“No, they don’t. But I don’t care. You’re my friend and that’s all that matters,” Ginny said. Hermione smiled and hugged the redhead. Shouts of protest came from around them. Gryffindors all around them threw lewd comments onto the field below as the Slytherin team walked out onto the pitch.
“And here come our beloved Slytherin team!” said the commentator sarcastically. “Malfoy, Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, Pucey, Davis, Nott, and Warrington,” the commentators voice was bland and boring as he announced the team. Very few Gryffindors clapped, and those who did, did so politely and quietly. Hermione did nothing. She didn’t know if clapping for her ex-friends. Would be weird. Ginny grabbed her hand a squeezed lightly as Hermione tried to focus on Madame Hooch who was speaking Potter down on the pitch. The whistle blew and off they went. Players streaked past the stands, bludgers roared past the stands. Both Potter and Draco were slowly circling high above the rest of the players.
Hermione was pressed against the railing. She slipped her hand into her pocket, she felt around till her fingers brushed across something round and cool. She pulled her hand from her pocket and tossed the object into the air. No one in the crowd noticed the small gold object falling slowly down towards the pitch. Harry Potter saw the glint of gold near the Gryffindor section and shot across the pitch, chasing the glinting gold object. Malfoy had veered off in the opposite direction as he saw his own glint of gold hovering above the right ring on the Slytherin side. He sped towards the ring, his arm stretched out in front of him.
“And Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch! Slytherin wins 370 to 190!” Screamed the commentator. Slytherin cheered, and Hermione shrieked with joy before slapping a hand over her mouth when multiply Gryffindors shot her dirty looks. She smothered her happy laughs with her hand. Ginny grabbed her hand a dragged her off the pitch. She was not happy about the outcome of the game.
“What the hell ‘Mione!” Ginny whisper shouted at her as the climbed up the hill back to the castle.
“What?” Hermione asked, innocences and confusion evident in her voice. Ginny rolled her eyes. Hermione gave her a look. “Gin, what?”
“Are you trying to get back in the Gryffindors good graces or not?”
“No not really I could honestly care less about them. I have you and Luna, Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Vince, Millie, Daphne, and Greg. I don’t care what they think about me,” Hermione said bluntly. Ginny scoffed. Hermione grinned and bumped up against her playfully.
“You really are pushing your luck bud. They would probably forgive you if you tried. Even a little bit,” Ginny pressed.
“Ginny It’s just Quidditch. It’s a habit. I’ve always cheered for them, it’s kind of hard not to,”
“I know. I wonder what Harry thought he saw. It must have caught his attention pretty quick because he seemed pretty sure it was the snitch,” Hermione bit her lip and shrugged. Ginny linked her arm with Hermione’s and the ran the rest of the way up the hill to the castle. They were just walking inside when
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Ginny was jerked backwards, as she had continued walking when Hermione didn’t.
“What’s going on?” Ginny asked. Hermione turned pink.
“Sorry Gin. I just remembered, I forgot my hat out on the pitch. I have to back for it,”
“Oh, I’ll come with,”
“No Gin, it’s fine. I can go myself,” she protested, Ginny gave her a look, “Really, go to dinner I’ll see you there.” With that she turned on her heel and headed back down to the pitch.
The wind had started to pick up now and was screaming around her. Her hair was flying everywhere. Hermione jogged back down the hill. Once she climbed the stairs back up to her seat, she paused for a moment. Before heading down the aisle to where she sat. She scooped up her gray beanie hat and tugged it down over her head. Her messy curls bounced as she walked down the steps. She was walking around to the hill when she heard voices. Blaise and Draco’s voices. She scampered around the back of the steps and held her breath. She strained her ears to try her best to hear what the two boys were saying.
“Come one Draco! Why are you being like this?” Blaise asked.
“Blaise you know why. Just drop it, okay? Pansy already tried. I’m not going to talk to her!” Draco snapped back. His storm cloud gray eyes were narrowed and his fists were balled.
“Draco, why? We all forgave her. Why can’t you?” Blaise yelled. Hermione sucked in her breath. They were talking about her!
“Because!” Draco stopped before letting out a sob, “Because, she was my best friend! I loved her and she lead me on and lied to me! She could have gotten herself killed! My parents would have killed her if they knew about her,” Draco shook as the tears overcame him. Blaise wrapped an arm around his friend. Draco sniffed loudly, straightened himself out, and dried his eyes. He looked at Blaise, his cheeks red as a tomato.
“This stays between us, understand?” Draco said fiercely. Blaise nodded once and the two continued on
Hermione stood frozen in her hiding place behind the stairs. Tears streamed silently down her face. She leaned up against the wall of the stairs. She slowly sunk down till she sat curled up in a ball on the grass.
“I’m sorry Draco,” she whispered.