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Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.

To answer a few inquiries from a reviewer: 1. You needn't worry about me rushing into Draco and Hermione's relationship. Being a frequent writer about relationships starting out in hate (and being in a few personally), I am perfectly knowledgeable to the fact that Draco isn't going to up and fall in love with Hermione or vice versa. It is a very gradual process. ^^ 2. I am eighteen years old.

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Hermione stifled a yawn as she walked onto the Quidditch field at eight o'clock that Sunday morning. The Gryffindor transfer students would be trying out first, followed by the Slytherin natives. Hermione glanced up at the right side of the stands to see about fifteen Slytherins all decked out in their Quidditch attire. She saw Draco sitting at the front on his broom, levitating slightly off the ground. She rolled her eyes. "Show-off," she muttered.

"Hermione!"

She turned her head as someone called her name. She squinted in the early morning sun into the left side of the stands. She saw Lavender and Parvati waving and she waved back. She started towards them.

Draco stopped mid-conversation about his new broom and looked up as he heard his roommate's name being called. He gazed across the field where Hermione was currently taking a seat next to some other Gryffindor girls who were talking animatedly to her. She smiled at them and nodded.

"Draco?"

The Slytherin prince jerked his head back over to the group surrounding him. "Yeah," he started, "So anyway, I said 'Father, it's ridiculous that I should have to keep this old piece of junk! Buy me the best broom because I bet a regular tree trunk would be faster than this!'" The group around him laughed and some gazed longingly at his new Windgrazer 2500.

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Hermione sat down next to Lavender and Parvati who were talking animatedly about the coming try-outs. There were a few other Gryffindors surrounding them who were anxious for the try-outs to start, as well. For the second time, Hermione heard her named being called. She looked down at the field to see Harry and Ron waving up at her. She smiled and walked to the edge of the stands as they both rose up on their brooms to where she was.

"Ron, I thought your mother said she didn't want you trying out this year?" she asked suspiciously. He shrugged.

"What mum doesn't know won't hurt her," he replied. Her mouth hung open.

"Ronald Weasley!"

"Hey, 'Mione," Harry cut her off before she could begin her ranting, "You'll be cheering me on, right? I'll be lucky if you're here."

Hermione blushed and nodded. "Of course, I will, Harry." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before descending back down to the field, followed by Ron. Her eyes roamed across the field to the other stands to see Draco staring at her intently. She glanced down at Harry once more before returning to her seat next to Lavender and Parvati.

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The Gryffindor try-outs had gone through quite well with no mishaps or injuries. Dennis Creevey had come close to knocking his brother off of his broom due to beating the bludger the wrong way once or twice, however.

Upon the insistencies of the students, the results of the try-outs had been posted shortly afterwards instead of later that evening. Harry, of course, had been made the Seeker. Ron had resumed his usual position of Keeper, as well, so both were blooming with happiness.

They were breaking for lunch and would resume Slytherin try-outs afterwards. Hermione seated herself next to a very sweaty Harry and Ron. They were chattering excitedly with Seamus and Dean about making the team.

"Yeah, it's great that you two were made beaters!" Harry exclaimed while swallowing some pumpkin juice. Seamus and Dean high-fived with wide grins.

"Ravenclaw had try-outs yesterday and Ginny is one of their chasers!" Ron said. Harry nodded impressed.

"I'm so happy for the both of you," Hermione chimed in and patted Harry on the back. Draco approached the group and stopped behind them.

"Well, Potter," he started, getting the attention of Harry, Ron and Hermione, "I guess we'll be seeing each other on the field again this year."

Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him. Draco continued, "Guess I'll have to watch out and try not to hurt you TOO badly."

Hermione scoffed. "I believe it was you who was knocked off his broom on more than one occassion by Harry," she told him flatly. She had never actually been to a game where Gryffindor played Slytherin -- or Beauxbatons, for that matter -- as she was always busy with something or another, but Harry and Ron had told her plenty of stories about the Slytherin team. Draco flushed and the Gryffindors burst into laughter. The angry prince stalked off to his own table and glared at Hermione from across the room.

Ron stared icily at Draco. "Malfoy's such a git."

Hermione shrugged off-handedly and gazed at Draco thoughtfully. "He's a prince. He's just used to getting what he wants." Ron gave her an 'are-you-serious' look.

"You're a princess and you're not a spoiled brat," he protested. Hermione tore her gaze away from the blonde as he left the Great Hall with some of his followers. She made a non-committal sound and pushed her potatoes around her plate.

"You guys going to watch the Slytherin try-outs?" Seamus asked, leaning across the table. Harry and Ron made disgusted looks and shook their heads.

"Well, I'm going," Lavendar said. "Draco and Sean are both really cute." She and Parvati gathered their things and stood. Hermione stood abruptly.

"I'm going, too," she said, ignoring Harry's call of protest. Ron scowled as he watched the three girls leave.

"Malfoy better not move in on my girl," the red-head ground out and stabbed his fork into his salmon viciously. Harry glanced at his friend's death grip on the fork and laughed.

"Lavender isn't even your girlfriend."

"Not yet," Ron corrected. Harry sighed and returned to his lunch.

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Draco smirked as he saw Hermione and two other Gryffindor females sit down in the stands.

"Excuse me," he said to the usual group surrounding him and mounted his broom. He made his way over to the girls at a leisurely pace. He slowly descended and levitated in front of them. They each looked up.

"Oh, hello, Draco," Parvati purred and smiled slyly.

"Hello, ladies," he returned with a dazzling grin. He turned his attention on Hermione and smirked sardonically. "Come to watch me out-fly Pothead and the Weasel, love?"

She looked unabashed. "No, dear," she emphasized 'dear,' "I've come to watch you be knocked off your broom again."

He chuckled, earning a dreamy sigh from Lavender and levitated closer to the Gryffindor princess. "Now, now, Granger. We mustn't let our dreams cloud our vision and seem like reality. When *I* knock Potter off of *his* broom, maybe you'll be snapped back to the real world. See you, ladies."

Hermione scowled. Lavender and Parvati waved as Draco flew back to the ground. "Too arrogant for his own good," Hermione muttered and shook her head.

As the Slytherin try-outs flew by and were over before Hermione knew it, she realized that Draco was a very aggressive player. He took no resolve in shoving someone out of the way. He wasn't quite as good at hand-to-eye coordination as Harry was, but she had to admit that he was faster. He, of course, had kept his position as Seeker. Hermione figured that a game between Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably very good considering that the two Seekers were both excellent. Harry had the better chance at catching the Snitch in mid-air, but Draco was faster and could possibly beat Harry to it. Their past games were probably very nerve-wracking and close calls. She would have to make sure she saw any games they had against each other and put off any other prior engagements she might have.

When Draco had caught the Snitch, he tilted his head up to look at her and had mouthed, 'Potter-catch-it-that-quick?' She had smirked and mouthed back, 'faster.' She saw him chuckle before tossing the Snitch into the Quidditch supplies trunk.

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Harry and Ron were in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, doing a run-over of their notes with Professor Lupin before their exam the next day. Lupin had been quite surprised that they were taking an interest in studying without Hermione's urge. After doing a quick check on their notes -- that needed some fixing up -- they had commenced him in a conversation about the riots that Hermione had mentioned.

"Well, Professor McGonagall says that Durmstrang is actually trying to get Slytherin to side with them. That wouldn't be good for Gryffindor at all," Lupin said gravely. Harry and Ron exchanged a grim look.

"Speaking of Professor McGonagall, how is she?" Harry asked curiously. Professor Lupin shrugged.

"Misses Gryffindor like the rest of us, but Ravenclaw is a fine school and she still gets to teach Transfiguration since their regular teacher for that retired," he replied.

"Speaking of Ravenclaw," Ron spoke up as a thought struck him, "I'm going to go write Gin and see how she's doing."

Ron and Harry waved as they left Lupin's classroom and he continued at grading papers.

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Sorry it isn't that long, but we're getting ready to move, so I just wanted to get what I had done now instead of waiting until next Saturday. Hope you liked! ^_^ If you'd like to be emailed when new chapters are posted, let me know in a review.

*EDIT* I was going to post this yesterday (Saturday), but FF.net was down, so I had to wait until today -- after we moved. Gomen ne.