"LOOKS LIKE ENGLAND IS IN THE LEAD, LEAVING THE SCORE 80 TO 30!" was the announcement as Hermione returned from the restroom.

"Did I miss anything?"

"You sure did, Hermione! We just scored thirty points while you were gone!" screamed Harry.

"But I wasn't gone for that long, was I?"

"Nope. It's just good luck when you aren't around," said Harry slyly, earning a light snuff from Hermione as she sat next to him on the top box.

The view was perfect, if you didn't want to pay attention to the match. The brooms were being ridden at record speed making them nothing but blurs in mid-air. As if that were not annoying enough, the Quidditch Gold cup was being held in Bulgaria, and the heat was unbearable.

'If only it weren't so hot I'd appreciate the vacation. But hey, at least I'll be able to see Viktor right?'

Everyone rose in excitement, roaring and screaming in anticipation. Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and scanned the field. Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, and the English seeker…Hermione had no idea what his name was… were occupied in a dangerous dive for the snitch.

"IT LOOKS LIKE THE SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH AND ARE REALLY GOING AT IT! WE'LL SOON SEE WHO GETS TO TAKE HOME THE CUP!"

The crowd went wild when both of the seekers extended their hands and turned their brooms at a 90 degree vertical angle skyward…each neck to neck.

"OH THIS IS A BIG ONE FOLKS. IF ANDREWS CATCHES THE SNITCH, HE'S WON THE CUP FOR ENGLAND FOR SURE! BUT IF VIKTOR CATCHES IT FIRST THEN BULGARIA'S KEEPING THE CUP! JUST IMAGINE ALL THE POSSIBILITIES!"

Hermione rose with the rest of the crowd and started cheering for Viktor.

"Go Viktor! Go go go go go!"

"Hermione!" yelled Ron. "you're cheering for Bulgaria?!"

"Ron don't be a stupid git I said 'go Viktor,' not 'go Bulgaria.'"

"It's the same bloody thing, Hermione! If you want Viktor to catch the snitch, then you want Bulgaria to win. But if you cheer for England, then you'll want Andrews to catch the snitch. Simple as that Hermione."

"Well think as you may, my heart will always belong to England. I just want Viktor to catch the snitch!"

"But then that means that you'd prefer Bulgaria to win the Gold cup over England."

"But that's not true."

"But that's what you're saying."

"No I'm not. I'm trying to say that I want Viktor to catch the snitch!"

"Which means that you want Bulgaria to win! You're such a traitor!"

"I do not want Bulgaria to win, I just want Viktor—."

"WILL BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" screamed Harry, his hands slicing the air menacingly.

Hermione smugly turned her focus back to the field and watched out for the seekers, but apparently they had both lost sight of the snitch.

The crowd quickly settled down and continued the normal cheering, Viktor and Andrews still at search.

"AND THE MATCH CONTINUES AS A PASS IS MADE IN BULGARIA'S FAVOR TO SUFRANC, WHO PASSES IT TO SHAFLUNT…OH, BUT IT GETS STOLEN BY WATSON WHO PASSES IT TO CHARLES AND…AND… SCORES!!! THAT LEAVES ENGLAND AT 90 TO 30!"

Cheers filled the air once again…the excitement returning to the crowd after the earlier disappointment. Hermione sat back down and sighed. She wasn't much of a Quidditch fan like Harry or the Weasleys, she was just a fan of Viktor.

Or a friend.

She couldn't deny the fact that the popular Quidditch seeker had somehow developed a crush on her during the few months he stayed at Hogwarts during her fourth year. That wasn't only a shocker to her, but to all of the school. She also couldn't deny that she had a slight crush on him.

No. It wasn't a crush. It was flattery. To her, no boy in their right mind would want to go out with a know-it-all bookworm. It wasn't even a consideration…it was a faraway dream. And finally, when Victor Krum of all people asked her to the dance…

But she had likes someone else. That person also happened to be on of her best friends. Ronald Weasley.

What was it that she saw in him? He wasn't smart. He wasn't charming. And he definitely wasn't cute. He was just…Ron.

But that all changed in sixth year. It was all too weird, but slowly…she just stopped liking him. She started concentrating on her N.E.W.T.S, and Ron's smart and snide remarks about it didn't impress her. It irritated her.

And so was how Hermione went back to feeling nothing but care and frustration towards the redhead. Nothing more. And frankly…

It bored her.

What was the point of waking up every morning if you found no one to look forward to? What was the point of getting all dressed up if there was no one to look good for? No one to impress. All her friends had crushes on Harry, and that to her was just sickening. Especially since she knew all of his nasty habits and his true self.

Sure he acted all kind and charming with the ladies he went out with. He acted like that with all the girls he knew…except for her. To him, she was a friend. To him, she was just like another guy, another best friend to go to for help.

But with all the other girls…it was all flowers and chocolates. Complements and lies. Hugs and kisses.

But she knew. She knew the truth.

She knew that Harry ate without washing his hands…after having mud fights. She knew that Harry mumbled in his sleep. She knew that he blows his nose on his shirts when he has a cold. She knew that Harry had stacks of not-so-good videos in his trunk. She knew that Harry's favorite snack was pickles with mustard, ketchup, and cream-cheese mixed together.

She also knew that he was 6'2 and had a six-pack; gorgeous eyes, fair and flawless skin, and an absolutely enchanting smile.

But to her…he was just Harry.

And if it wasn't Harry they usually liked Ron. But she knew his nasty habbits too.

Ron didn't bother to shower everyday. He changed his underwear ever four days tops. Ron drooled a pond on his pillow when he slept, and when he picked his nose…he liked to place the mucous he had on his finger either on his shirt, pants…or other people's shirts or pants. And last but not least, Ron's favorite snack was putting sugar, mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise, salt, tuna fish, chocolate, and lettuce in a blender…mixing it together, and then eating the "sauce" with a celery.

They had even made her try it once, and she was sick for the rest of the day. She calls them pregnant women every time she catches them eating their "favorites."

And…if it wasn't Harry or Ron, they usually liked either Zabini or Malfoy. Now that was hard to cope with. When Lavender had a crush on Zabini…she was about ready to barf.

But he was hot.

Zabini and Malfoy had that 'bad-boy' to them. They walked around the school like they owned it, and went through girls faster than a little spoiled rich girl goes through shoes. They treated the girls like garbage. And that alone was an understatement. Once they got what they wanted from the gullible girls, they'd dump them. Next day, next week…no. It wouldn't last that long.

Zabini had that incredibly alluring jet black spiky hair and piercing blue eyes. He was built, broad, and demanding. His way, or no way.

Unless it was with Malfoy. He wasn't afraid of Malfoy. He just respected him.

Malfoy on the other hand, was whom almost every girl dreamed of being with. Except for her. She didn't really have anything for the Slytherin King. The Slytherin git. The Slytherin 'player.'

She detested his very soul. His very presence she tried to avoid. But he was cute. Very cute.

And though she hated to admit it…she feared him. She could still remember what had happened between both of them just last year…as the summer vacation was nearing…

Flashback:

Hermione woke to the sound of her alarm clock.

"Oh ma-an! I am so freaking late!" she hissed, quickly pushing the bed sheets off her and stumbling out of bed.

In the tangles of her covers, she tripped and fell flat on the floor. It was not a good day.

Hermione dashed for her trunk and roughly lifted the top. She collected all her books and homework and placed it on the bed. She quickly raced to her closet and pulled out her school robes, and with a five-minute shower, she was out of the dormitory in ten.

Hermione's hair was still wet, and she could smell her Herbal Essence shampoo and conditioner as she made her way through the empty common room.

And it wasn't until she stepped out of the portrait that she realized she'd forgotten her shoes.

How could she forget her shoes? She was sixteen for Merlin's sake!

"Oh this is just great! Just great!!" she whispered, her wet curly hair bouncing behind her as she ran inside again.

Up the stairs.

Down the hall.

To her door…that wouldn't open.

She grabbed the door knob and turned it roughly, but it wouldn't budge. She put her books down by her on the floor, and tried to open it again. This time with more force.

"Dammit!" she yelled, kicking the door with all her might and then hopping around in pain. "God dammit! Why the hell is it such a crappy day today?" she asked, and then reached within her robes for her wand…which she had left on her bed.

"You have got to be kidding me!" she said to herself looking skyward. "What did I do?"

She looked at the door as if it were her enemy. She was going to get through it…she needed her wand and her shoes.

Hermione took a deep breath, took a few steps back, ran towards the dormitory door, slammed her body against it, and finally fell to the floor within her dorm along with the door.

She winced in pain as her shoulders roughly hit the wooden planks beneath her. How could she be so disorganized?

Hemione slowly got up. She dusted the dust off her robes and briefly scanned the room. She limped towards her bed and took her wand, walked to her closet and put on her shoes. Was there anything she was missing?

Nothing came to mind, so Hermione simply walked over the door that was on the floor and picked up her books that were in the hall.

She made her way pass the common room and out the portrait hole. She opened her dark blue binder and studied the schedule within it.

"Friday…Friday…Potions?! Snape's going to kill me!" she panicked, and ran through all the corridors till she reached the dungeons. She slammed her binder shut and sped-walked instead, trying to remember what the lesson was supposed to be about.

She turned a corridor and before she knew it, she collided with something and fell backwards, her belongings splattered all over the floor.

Hermione looked up, and it was none other than the famous Slytherin King and Prince…Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

This was not a good day at all.

"Hey, watch where you're going will you?!"

"I'm so sor—Malfoy?" said Hermione, collecting her thoughts. "What are you doing out of—."

"What I do is none of your fucking business, Granger!" yelled Malfoy, getting up and dusting his robes.

Hermione also stood up, just to meet up to him…but that was impossible since he was much taller than her.

"I was just surprised so if you'd just shut up once in a while, you won't jump to conclusions as quick! Now I have to get to class so move out of my way!"

"Are you challenging me, Granger?" asked Malfoy, lifting an eyebrow in question. He took a step towards her, making Hermione uneasy.

Was she challenging him?It would be really stupid if she were. Usually she was with Harry or Ron.

They would protect her.

But she was alone, and though she was skilled and wise when it came to spells and dueling…Malfoy knew spells she'd never know.

He read up on the Dark Arts, and God forbid she be exposed to it…in school.

Wait a minute. She wasn't going to let Malfoy, of all people, scare her…she was Hermione Granger! The girl who beat him at every test. Who beat him at every subject….who slapped him in third year.

And even though she was scared of him…she wasn't going to show it! She'd fail a test before doing that.

"What's the matter Granger? Cat got your tongue?" asked Malfoy, taking another step closer to Hermione.

This time she took a step closer to him as well. "What if I was challenging you Malfoy? What would you do? Call your father…have him contact his connections so that I get expelled from school?"

Malfoy clenched his jaw. He hated the fact that everyone believed he always ran to the wing of his father when in trouble.

'I don't need that bastard for anything anymore! Mudblood doesn't seem to know that…guess I'll just have to teach her,' thought Malfoy, his eyes glinting maliciously.

Hermione sensed the danger and gulped down hard, but noiselessly. She didn't like how his evil silver eyes were so cold and murderous. If looks could kill, she would have been a goner long ago.

Malfoy looked over his shoulder to his sidekick. "Blaise…leave. I'll catch up with you later."

"C'mon Malfoy! We have to get…you know where to do you know—."

"Zabini I said get the fuck out of here! I've got…business to handle," snapped Malfoy, giving Zabini a pointed look.

Blaise smirked knowingly. He knew his best friend all too well. If he got Hermione Granger as another girl on his list…he really would be the best.

But judging by the looks on his face…this had nothing to do with adding her on the list. It looked like revenge to him.

"If you get the house of Slytherin in trouble—."

Draco turned around to look at his best friend, deeply annoyed. "You're still here?! I won't tolerate another second. Leave…NOW."

"Fine, fine. I'll leave," said Zabini, and turned the corner Hermione had came from. He brushed passed her and gave a slight chuckle. That girl was scared as hell, and he knew Draco knew. And if Draco knew…he'd take advantage.

Hermione looked at Blaise as he left, almost begging him to stay with her. Even if they were of different houses, she'd rather be accompanied by two Slytherins than by one. A male one. A Draco Malfoy.

"Scared Granger? You should be."

"Why should I be intimidated by you? You're just a pathetic excuse of a—."

"Watch it Granger. You don't want to know what I can do to you."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly in fear and slightly in offense. Was he talking about…that?

"You better not touch me, Malfoy, or I'll chop off your pathetic excuse of a crotch and feed it to your mother."

Malfoy blinked in surprise and utter shock. 'Where did that come from?'

"You'll feed my dick to my mother?! What the hell is wrong with you Granger??!!"

"Don't test me, Malfoy."

"No, Granger. Don't test me."

Hermione raised her chin up bravely and stepped forward, making them inches apart.

"I'm not afraid of you Malfoy."

Draco stepped closer to her as well, his piercing silver eyes staring her down.

"Is that so?" asked Draco, his voice filled with venom.

Hermione looked apprehensive. That stare…she didn't like it. It was unreadable…

Then, without warning Malfoy harshly pinned her to the wall, keeping a firm grip on her arms.

Hermione squeaked in fear and surprise. She winced in pain as she was painfully pressed against the cold dungeon wall.

"Are you scared now?" whispered Malfoy to her ear.

Hermione squirmed in discomfort, her breath hitched in her throat. She heard Malfoy sniff in her scent somewhere by her neck, then lightly bit her ear.

"Is that a 'no'? Well, then maybe this will change your mind…" whispered Malfoy seductively as his hand slowly moved up her side.

He slowly moved closer and started attacking her neck with one kiss.

'Oh my God…he's trying to give me a hickey!'

Freaked out, Hermione tried to push his head off her neck and his hand off her side before it got too far; and while at it tried to push him off, but it was hopeless. His arms were stronger than iron.

"Malfoy let me go," said Hermione, surprised at the firmness in her voice..

Malfoy pulled back from her neck and looked down at her fearful brown eyes. A smirk played on his lips as he took his hand and roughly clenched her cheeks so that her lips stuck out slightly.

"Just wanted to let you know, Granger, that nobody-and I mean nobody- gets away from me. Sooner or later you'll fall…just like they all do…" he threatened, roughly letting her go and turning abruptly down the hall.

Hermione massaged her face lightly, it was already soar and she'll probably get a bruise. But besides the physical pain, something else had been injured…her pride.

End of Flashback

That certain incident was basically her deepest, darkest secret. Let's face it…her life was just about perfect. Sure she didn't get the guy she liked…sure she got teased for being such a nerd…sure she got into life-risking trouble…and sure she wasn't exactly pretty. But her home life was almost like a Hollywood movie. Her mother loved her, her father loved her, and unlike most teens her age, she talked to her parents about problems. Well, some.

She enjoyed visits from her grandmother and other family relatives. She went on "shopping sprees" with her mother and looked forward to Mother and Father's Day. Her father was always loyal to her mother and vise versa. They never argued in front of her or anywhere. They'd always 'discuss' things out…and never screamed at each other. She really could never complain about her home life. It was perfect.

"IT LOOKS LIKE THE SEEKERS ARE AT ANOTHER RACE FOR THE SNITCH! KRUM SEEMS TO BE IN THE LEAD, BUT ANDREWS…AGGRESSIVE LAD… ISN'T TOO FAR BEHIND!"

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and quickly picked up her binoculars, put them to her eyes, and frantically searched for the seekers. They were nowhere to be found.

"Harry, where are they?!"

"Over there!"

"Over where?!"

"By the goal!"

"Which one?!"

"The on at the far right, Hermione. The one over there…oh shit!—" said Harry, his drink spilling over his pants as he tried to point Hermione to where the seekers were.

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry, let me help you with that," said Hermione, taking out a napkin from within her robes.

She went to dry off his pants…but Harry stopped her. "Um…not to be rude or anything, but I much rather dry my pants off myself you see. The spill's right…there."

Hermione laughed at his discomfort and gave him the napkin instead.

The crowd shot up in unison with deafening cheers…someone had caught the snitch.

"Aw man! Who caught the snitch?" asked Harry, looking up from his pants. Hermione shrugged and stood up to look at the field. There, she saw Viktor Krum victoriously holding the snitch up in the air.

Everyone around Hermione sat back down in a disappointed state. Hermione didn't seem to notice.

She started jumping up and down in joy. "YEA VIKTOR! WOO-HOOO!" yelled Hermione.

Harry tugged at her robes hard enough to pull her down and force her to sit. Hermione looked at Harry in confusion. Harry just signaled to look at everyone one else surrounding them, and only then did Hermione realize that she was the only one cheering in her box.

"Incase you haven't noticed, Granger, this side of the stadium is cheering for England. You're the only idiot here cheering for Bulgaria."

Hermione turned around and at the far seat at the corner of the top box was none other than Draco Malfoy.

Their eyes locked…Silver verse Brown. His eyes were still, emotionless, but strong…all too familiar to Hermione.

"Why don't you shut it, Malfoy?"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, his face showing no other emotion but question.

"Give me one good reason why I should," said Malfoy, his arm casually leaning on the arm rest of his seat; his chin resting on his thumb and his temple on his index finger.

Most of the people were already leaving the top box, going back to their tents to pack up… dissatisfied with who took the cup.

"Give me one good reason why you shouldn't," said Hermione, as she too rose from her seat ready to leave.

"Cause I have no reason or threat to listen to anything your mouth decides to say,"

Hermione froze, about to start her way down the stairs out of the Top Box. She turned around to see Malfoy, in his same position as before…only his was smirking.

Hermione looked at him in automatic victory. "Oh but you are very wrong Malfoy," said Hermione as she walked up to him.

His eyes followed her till she was towering over him…still smirking. Still in that same position. Still with those cold eyes.

"Why is that Granger?" asked Malfoy, looking up at her without a single interest.

"You see, Malfoy, this year I got selected for Headgirl. Which pretty much means that I'll have more power than you'll ever have this year…and yes, you better start listening to me," said Hermione, hands of superiority on her hips.

Malfoy's evil smirk changed to an amused one. He lifted his head from its resting position and, with help from the arm rests, got up to his feet.

"You know, you'd think you'd learn to not stay alone with me," said Malfoy, looking around himself.

"I'm not alone!"

"Oh really? Who's here Granger? Potter and Weasel just left after a Veela."

Hermione looked around, and indeed no one was about.

'How could they just leave me like that…in the hands of this…molester?!"

 Hermione turned back around to Malfoy and took a deep breath. She knew he knew she was afraid.

Malfoy looked at her with that serious look in his silver orbs again, and walked past her to the stairs.

But, as if to stop himself from leaving, he held on the wall and turned around to face the bookworm.

"Oh and Granger," said Malfoy, waiting for her to gather her courage and turn around.

Hermione bit her lip… 'just leave. Please, just leave!'

"What?"

"Next time I won't be so nice," he said, turned around and walked down the stairs.

"THERE WON'T BE A NEXT TIME!" yelled Hermione back, but he was already gone.

A.N: Okay, did you like it? What could be improved, what didn't you like…what did you like…ANYTHING??? Well, please REVIEW!!!