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Author's Note: I keep on reading quite a few Draco/Hermione story at ff.net & I figured might as well join in on the fun. Draco & Hermione's love story would be a fun one to write so please bear with me here at my first attempt of a Draco/Hermione fic. I'd also love to hear reviews and comments from you lovely readers so please feel free to leave your mark in the reviews section, aight?

Summary: Hermione & Draco received a nasty blow to the head when an out of control bludger careened towards where they stood bickering during a Quidditch practice. They woke up in the hospital wing not knowing each other--but they know everyone else--and an instant attraction towards each other soon formed.

Setting: 6th year

Pairings: Obviously Draco & Hermione...and maybe a bit of a love triangle between Draco, Hermione & Ron, but I'm not sure yet...as for other pairings, I'll make it as I go on along--can't think of any other pairings yet...


I. Bludgered-Out

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy's raised voices carried over to the players mounted on their broomsticks during a Quidditch practice at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As usual Hermione and Draco are at it again, calling each other names, spitting insults at one another and basically making each other's lives miserable.

Harry Potter, perched on his precious Firebolt, rolled his green eyes skyward when he heard Hermione screaming to the top of her lungs. He called a time-out to his teammates and flew down to the stands where Hermione was close to clawing Draco's eyes out. As he neared the two, Harry couldn't stop flinching when he hears Hermione's high-pitched voice. She often ends up having that tone of voice when upset.

"Hey!" he yelled at the two of them. He was hovering on his broomstick before his best friend and arch enemy. "What is wrong this time? You two are disrupting our practice." he pointed out angrily then turned his glare to Draco, "And what are you doing here, Malfoy? You shouldn't be any where near the pitch while we're practicing. Gryffindor's playing against Slytherin this Saturday. For all we know you could be spying on us!" he scolded.

Draco tore his gaze from Hermione and turned his attention to his mortal nemesis, the Gryffindor Seeker and Quidditch captain, "I don't give a damn, Potter, about you and your lousy team practicing. Weasel over there can't even hit the bludger hard enough to send it off-course to begin with. Slytherin will pulverize Gryffindor this Saturday, Potter. Mark my word." he boasted, "And I am not here to spy on you and your team's lousy excuse of techniques. I'm here because my so-called History of Magic partner here seem to have forgotten to tell me one very crucial fact."

"I did not forget one crucial fact, you dim-witted blond git!" Hermione yelled at Draco, "You were too damn lazy to take notes in class!"

"Take notes? Are you crazy, woman?!" Draco looked appalled at what Hermione just said, "I'd be lucky if I can get through Binns's class without passing out after I sat down behind my desk!"

"Well there you go. That's where your problem is, Malfoy. You just don't know how to pay attention. And to think you are Snape's Golden Boy, the smartest Slytherin in our Potions class." she let out an unlady-like snort and crossed her arms over her ample chest, "Puh-lease, Malfoy, you're nothing but a lazy-arse pretty boy who thinks the whole world is at his mercy!"

"I beg your pardon!" Draco was scandalized at Hermione's accusation, and that started another set of tirade thrown back and forth between the two of them, leaving Harry with no choice but to let them be. He flew back to where his teammates were waiting.

Draco and Hermione's voices still carried across the Quidditch pitch, annoying the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team members.

"Aren't those two going to stop?" complained Keeper, Seamus Finnigan.

"I don't think so." Harry shook his head, glancing over his shoulder and giving a pitiful look over Hermione and Draco who are glaring each other down. "I think Draco's pissed that Hermione didn't tell him that he was suppose to write-up an essay about the effects of Muggle-Witch/Wizard relationship in the twenty-first century."

"Didn't he listen to Binns when he gave out assignments last week?" questioned Chaser, Dean Thomas.

Harry raised an eyebrow and turned his attention to his close friend, "Are you kidding me? The entire time we're in History of Magic Draco's only interest seems to be on what he boasts to his two sorry excuses for bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle."

"True." Beater Ron Weasley nodded, "And those two jokes are the worse Beaters I've ever encountered! I can't believe they were even accepted in the team!" he added.

"What can you do when your best buds with the team's Captain?" snorted another Chaser, Colin Creevey, a fifth year.

Harry had to agree with Colin on that one. Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't even make it to the cut if it hadn't been for Draco pulling some strings to get those two accepted to play Beaters for Slytherin.

"Anyway, Ron, Draco said that you hit the bludger like a girl so you might want to practice more on how you hit the bludger." Harry added as an after thought, relaying Draco's comment about Ron not hitting the bludger properly.

"He said what?!" Ron's face turned as red as his hair, his eyes darted towards Draco who was still arguing with Hermione over at the stands. "He didn't say that!" he gripped the paddle tightly and looked around for one of the bludgers he had been trying to hit since they started practice forty-five minutes ago. He saw one near Laverne Helmsly, his fellow Beater, and yelled out to her to hit the bludger towards him.

"Are you out of your noodles, Ronald Weasley?!" Larvene yelled back.

"Just do it! I'll show Malfoy that I don't hit like a girl!"

"Whatever, Weasley! It's your funeral." without hesitation Laverne send the bludger careening towards her fellow Beater.

Everyone flew away from Ron and the incoming bludger. They could only expect the worse from this show of masculinity of Ron's.

Keeping his eyes glued on the incoming bludger, his hand gripping the paddle tightly, Ron swung his arm as wide as he could and a loud SMACK! was heard. He sent the bludger towards the direction of Draco at the stands.

"Whoa! Never mess with a Weasley when he's holding a paddle and a bludger is nearby!" teased Dean, flying close to where Ron was and patted him on the shoulder. "Good hit, Ron."

"Uh-oh...Ron, I think that was a very bad idea you did there." Laverne said as she neared Ron, her eyes still glued on the speeding bludger headed towards the stands.

"What are you talking about, Lav? I hit the damn thing real hard." Ron boasted.

"Yeah, but look where it's headed." she pointed towards the direction of the bludger and the two targets its aimed for.

"Oh no..." Ron's face suddenly paled.

Hermione! She was in the line of range of the bludger. She was now standing a couple of inches away from Draco, still arguing with him from what they could hear of their raised voices, and there wasn't enough time to reach her and save her from the inevitable.

"Great job, Weasley." Laverne said scathingly.

"Shut up, Helmsly." Ron snarled and flew after the bludger, yelling to the top of his lungs for Hermione to get out of the way, but she neither listened to his scream nor did she pay attention to the incoming bludger.

Everyone could only stand back and watch as Ron desperately tried to run after the bludger, but it was a futile attempt. Right before everyone's eyes they saw the black hard bludger ball hit the side of Draco and Hermione's head.

Silence fell around all over the pitch as everyone watched immobile. Draco and Hermione fell on the stands like a couple of heavy logs with a loud THUD.


to be continued...

A/N: This chapter sucked, well, as far as I think anyway, but nevertheless, please review & let me know what you think! I might or might not update--depending on the amount of reviews I get.