Title: The Hogwarts Encounters

Author: Ashley

Disclaimer: Harry Potter…I wish I owned the characters but I don't sadly J.K Rowling does.

Rating: M

Summary: The Quiddich game takes place, a game that sets off a series of events.

Timeline: Seventh Year…

Note: Okay, this was the very first chapter I wrote before I decided to re-post my story. This was going to be the next chapter and after a year of not writing, it definitely has a different feel. However, I re-posted the story and added the "Water" chapter just so you guys have more to read. So, this will feel different to you but I like it, regardless. It definitely will add more depth to the story.

Again, thank you for all your wonderful reviews. You have no idea how much it helps me to keep writing this story.

Enjoy!


Quiddich

Hermione watched with bated breath as the first Slytherin and Gryffindor Quiddich game went into full swing. The skies were a vision of clear blue with clouds that had tints of red and green lining in them. The sun was setting, allowing such effect to occur and she couldn't help but find it appropriate. She also couldn't help but think that someone had one heck of a sense of humor.

All around her, she could hear the crowd erupt into cheers whenever someone scored and heard them gasp in horror as someone fell off their brooms at high speeds, whether it was from getting hit by a bludger, or being pushed off by the opposite team.

However, all the extra noise seemed so far away as she kept her eyes on both, Harry and Draco, both of them flying in the air with ease, keeping their eyes on a speck of gold, indicating that the snitch was near.

They appeared to be in their own world, flying around their teammates, not even bothering to participate in helping them score.

Worlds.

Harry and Draco were definitely from two different ones.

Harry was the Prince of Gryffindor.

Draco was the Prince of Slytherin.

Both of them so different yet, in many ways, so much alike.

She had told Malfoy that she was not going to attend the game but sitting in her room, trying to concentrate was nearly impossible. Ever few seconds she could hear the crowds erupt into cheers and she was going out of her mind wondering how he was doing.

She had gone to the game and discreetly sat in the back with Ginny. She honestly did not know what to do anymore.

Harry was her best friend. He was a man that she knew that would always be there for her.

She smiled to herself thinking of both him and Ron.

Ron was her boyfriend and up until a few week ago, the love of her life. She always knew that it was going to be the three of them at the end. She also knew that Ginny liked Harry and once he stopped acting like such an idiot, he would realize he liked her, as well. It was almost as if someone were writing a book, making it so all four of them would somehow end up together at the end.

However, Draco was her…

What was he exactly?

Her boyfriend?

Her lover?

God, it seemed absolutely horrid thinking such things.

Ron was her boyfriend.

Ron was her lover.

Ron was everything that Draco wasn't. He was man that would always treat her right and put her needs in front of his. He was genuine and cared for other people. Draco simply was not. Draco was mean, cruel, and truly lived up to the Slytherin name.

So, why was it that he was able to make her heart skip a beat with just once glance?

Exactly?

How stupid could she be admitting she had any type of feelings for him that wasn't lust. It was a mistake. She had left him standing in the bathroom and all the way back to her room she couldn't help but repeat to herself how stupid she was. She was truly not acting like herself and that scared her beyond anything she had felt before.

The crowd gasped and started to clap, breaking her out of her heavy thoughts. She watched as blurs of red and green started cascading down with maximum speed, both of them reaching out their arms to the full extent, their fingers itching to take hold of the golden snitch.

Her heart raced as she stood up and looked down over the railing, holding her breath as they neared the end.

Their hands were so close together that when they both pulled up she couldn't tell who had grabbed the snitch. The crowd was silent, everyone holding their breaths, seeming to follow Hermiones cue as they waited for one of them to open their hands, signaling the end of the match.

One second…

Two seconds…

Ten seconds…

The crowd erupted in cheers watching as Harry Potter extended his arm in victory, his smile extending miles out, showing that he had indeed caught the golden snitch.

Hermione took in a deep breath and smiled a bit knowing that her house had won but felt her heart tighten watching as Draco simply sat there, the broom bouncing up and down, refusing to move as if he was paralyzed. She watched as his eyes followed Harry's ever move and then watched as his gaze fell on her. He was expressionless as if all life was gone. He turned his head away and started flying off the field but instantly felt dreaded as she saw his gaze fall upon Ron who came swooping towards her, lowering himself enough to kiss her passionately on the lips.

"We won, Mione!" he laughed in glee.

In her horror, he grabbed her hand and pushed her onto the broom. A massive lump formed in her throat when he flew upwards, her body shaking, gripping onto him with all the strength she possessed.

"Ronald Weasley! Take me down this instant!"

He was going to be in so much trouble. He knew how much she hated flying. She could feel his vibrations when he laughed against her body and she could hear the crowd cheer as Ron flew over them.

"Ronald!" She yelled again and Ron simply laughed. He turned his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Alright, Mione! Alright." He had a teasing look on his face before bringing her down, landing on the bleachers, next to Ginny.

She got off the broom with shaky legs and before she could say another word, he was gone.

She glanced at Ginny who laughed. "Please, don't kill my idiotic brother." Ginny pleaded with humor. She knew, as well as anyone, how much she hated flying.

Looking out to the field all the players were gone and couldn't help but think that Ginny shouldn't be worried about her killing Ron as much as another Slytherin boy she knew that had a very possessive temper.

"I can't believe we won!" Ginny laughed.

"Yeah." She answered shakily, hugging her.

Draco was not accustomed to losing and knowing that he had again lost to Harry, was not something she wanted to think about.

The castle doors came into view as she followed the crowd and knew she had to find him.

She hugged Ginny goodbye and told her she was heading off to the library with every intention of finding Malfoy, hoping to find him in a more pleasant mood then she feared he would be­.

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Draco sighed deeply, hissing as the hot steaming water cascaded down his long, firm, body. He kept his lengthy arms against the wall for balance and let his head fall as the steam worked on his strained muscles.

He closed his eyes in a mixture of anger, and simple annoyance, that Potter, had again, beaten him to the snitch.

He felt like he couldn't do anything right.

For months, he had been practicing with his team, making them get up at god-awful hours and staying out until it hurt to breathe.

Before the match had begun, he was so sure that he was going to catch the snitch to the point of arrogance but after this afternoon's performance, he wouldn't blame his father if he beaten him to a bloody pulp.

Maybe he should arrange a visit with him. Maybe he could literally beat some sense into him. He laughed to himself. Maybe he could beat some sense into him about other topics, as well.

Hermione Granger.

Why did his cock twitch ever time he thought about her?

She was a Mudblood and he couldn't believe that he turned down a shag with Pansy yesterday afternoon. He was heading back to the common room after a night of patrolling when he found her, coming back from doing a detention with Professor Snape.

She swayed her hips and smiled at him as she pressed herself up against him. She had pulled him into an empty classroom and sat him down on the teacher's chair. She straddled his hips and pressed herself onto his groin but instead of his usual response of shagging her senseless, he had simply pushed her off, leaving her to huff and pout like a child.

Then there was that thing with Weasley. He saw that Ron practically forced Granger onto the broom, which wasn't what bothered him. What bothered him was the fact that Weasley still thought he had to right to touch her, to touch something that belonged to him only because Granger didn't have the guts to break up with him.

If she didn't do something soon, his heart wasn't the only thing that was going to be broken.

He punched his hands against the marble wall, feeling a burst of anger arise but turned around fast, hearing a small voice gasp from behind him.

He watching her curiously, his eyes roaming her body making her squirm a bit under his gaze. Surprisingly, he wasn't surprised to see her standing at the entrance of the boy's showers. After all the things they have done together, nothing could shock him anymore.

He noted that she still had on her scarf and hat from being outside.

He knew she was there, but after the display with Weasley, it confirmed his suspicions.

He knew in his gut that she had attended the Quiddich match. She had told him that she was going to stay in and catch up on some Head Girl duties while everyone else was out because she didn't want to take sides. But he could feel her. He could feel those chocolate brown eyes burning a hole right through him as he played. He wanted to believe it wasn't true but he couldn't deny it any longer.

With one quick glance at her, he turned his head back around and lowered it, letting the feel of the water take over him.

Hermione didn't know how long she had been standing there and when Draco didn't say anything to her, after spotting her, she thought about leaving but stopped, hearing Draco speak.

"That was some display on the field today. You haven't broken up with Weasley yet, have you? He asked, a hint of accusation laced in his voice. The room was hot, the steam making it a bit hard to breathe but when he spoke, she felt a cold chill go down her spine, causing her body to break out into tiny Goosebumps. She was not fearful but suddenly, extremely cautious.

She shook her head. "No." She simply stated. What more was there to say? She hadn't had a chance. She didn't want to break his heart a week before the first game with Slytherin. She didn't want to distract him.

Draco felt nothing when she spoke. After the letter he received from him father earlier today, he supposed it didn't matter. Nothing about Granger mattered anymore. "Did you like the show?" Draco asked, his voice low with a tint of danger. Hermione knew that not catching the snitch was going to be hard on him but she didn't realize the full extent until now. "Did you like your precious Potter catching the snitch?"

She held her head up high. "Yes. I am happy for my best friend and for my house."

He didn't look at her.

He didn't acknowledge her.

He simply stood there with his head hanging down.

"Then what are you doing here?" He asked her, with menace. "Shouldn't you be out with the rest of the Gryffindor members celebrating your win?"

She swallowed as she crossed her arms in front of herself. "I wanted to come to see how you were."

He laughed. "Oh, I find that hard to believe." He raised his head and looked at her again. "Why don't you do us both a favor and tell the truth."

"I told you why I came. It's not up to me what you believe."

He watched her curiously, turning his body fully towards her.

Hermione had to use everything in her not to glance down. He was fully naked as the water embodied him. She knew that she was being silly. She had seen him naked before but after the match, after seeing marks of dirt marking his perfect, pale, skin made him look even hotter. His muscles have just been used to their full extent, making them look more defined.

"The real reason why you came," he began, shutting off the water, "Is to make sure I don't do something to hurt your precious Potter." He walked towards her and she held her breath when he stopped just a few inches away from her body. He looked down at her and when he moved his arm, she thought he was going to touch her but grabbed the towel that was next to her instead.

She turned, watching him as he tied the towel around his waist and grabbed his wand, where he proceeded to do a simple drying spell before he started clothing himself.

She huffed. "Show's how much you know."

"Don't patronize me, Hermione!" He yelled, making her jump, his golden hair swinging around his face as his head snapped towards her, his eyes filled with anger and something else she couldn't quite place. It was a look she had imagined Voldermort would have in his eyes.

Dangerous.

A look that was ready to kill.

"Do not yell at me Draco Malfoy!" She yelled back. "I came in here to see if you were okay. Do not blame me that you are insecure and simply cannot catch a bloody snitch." His eyes widened and she knew that, that was the wrong thing to say but she was just so angry that she didn't even care. "Harry caught it. You didn't! Just get over it."

"What do you know, you little bitch!" He growled, making her take a step back. "My entire life I have been raised to believe that the Malfoys are the best. We are simply above all the other families in the wizarding community. Harry Potter is a disgrace and when my father finds out that I, yet again, have lost to him, you will truly have a reason to come see about my well being."

Hermione shivered a bit thinking about Malfoys father. Lucious Malfoy was a man that took pleasure in terrorizing people around him. She knew for a fact that he was somehow connected to the Dark Lord himself. She had no real proof but she, Harry, and Ron, were working on gathering evidence.

She also knew that by association, Malfoy was also working with the Dark Lord. He was Lucious Malfoys son, so he must be training Draco to work with Voldermort and take down the side that she was on.

Not only that, but she was a muggle. Even more reason for her to hate Malfoys side. She still couldn't fathom how she could be attracted to a man who worked for such evil.

Draco was turned away from her as he spoke and she hesitantly came up behind him, placing her hands on his arms, but felt him push her away as if he was just burned by her touch.

"Get out!" he snapped, still not looking at her and taking a few more steps away.

"What?" She demanded. "Why?"

He turned to her fast. "Because I said so! Because I don't want you here!" He saw her cower a bit but didn't let it faze him. "Go to your Weasley and Potter and celebrate your win. Go fuck both of them, for all I care. I don't want you here!"

She shook her head, standing her ground. "No." Her voice was shaky but she tried keeping it as steady as possible. "I won't let you push me away."

"I don't fucking want you here! Don't you understand! I can't stand the sight of you."

"Draco Malfoy, how dare you speak to me like that!" She yelled, with a shaky voice, feeling tears starting to rise up to her tear ducts.

"Get out!" He growled as he lunged at her and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her up against the wall.

Her back hit it with a thud and she could feel the moisture that the wall had collected from the steam, seeping through her clothing.

She bit her lip and pressed down the urge to let the tears fall that were building.

With all the strength she possessed at that moment, she pushed him away, surprising him. "Fine!" She snapped, her bottom lip quivering but refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her. "What do I care? She laughed to herself. "You know, I will go and find Harry and Ron and we shall celebrate our win till morning. We will celebrate and as we celebrate, I will laugh knowing that you had lost."

She took a step towards him, so close that she could see ever feature. His lips forming into a sneer, his Grey eyes laced anger, with a tint of red outlining his pupils. She could feel his heavy breathing against her skin and smiled evilly up at him. "You, Draco Malfoy, are pathetic."

She felt pleased with herself when Draco took a step back as if he was stung, and for a moment, she felt triumph but before she knew what was happening, she saw him raise his arm up, seeing his hand flying towards her face. She cowered and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact that never came, furrowing her forehead in confusion.

She opened one eye, then the other, looking up at him slowly and cautiously. He was visibly breathing hard, his hand a couple inches away from her face. She felt her stomach tighten being under his heated gaze. "Get out!" He said with menace, dismissing her, gritting his teeth as if he was fighting for control. "Before I do something I am going to regret."

"Malfoy-"

He hissed through his teeth and threw himself up against her, his arms pounding on the wall on either side of her. "I said get out!" He shouted, his nose an inch from hers. At very moment, looking into his Grey orbs with her blurry vision, she didn't recognize the man that was looking back at her. He moved to the left and swallowing a painful lump in her throat she glanced at him, taking a beat before slowly turning to leave. She slowly went to the door and opened it, hearing it click as she made her way down the hallway and felt herself walk towards the Gryffindor tower.

She swallowed a lump that was in her throat and finally let a couple of tears spill from her eyes. She took in several deep breaths and rubbed her eyes with the pad of her thumb as a couple of first years walked by her. She strained to smile at them but managed. She inched closer to the tower and could hear her fellow friends and housemates cheering.

She took out her wand and recited a spell to help herself clean up a bit before going inside, seeking salvation from her friends.

She didn't know what was going on with Draco, but she'd be damned if she were going to let him push her away. Right now, however, she was going to forget about him and let her friends take her mind off her Slytherin lover.

If only to help clear her mind and figure out what was truly bothering him.

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After hours of celebrating, Hermione and Ron slipped away from the party, heading towards the kitchen where they could find something to eat. She had arrived at the party and instantly was accepted by her friends. Ron engulfed her in a hug that instantly calmed her and couldn't help but laugh with glee when Harry jumped off one of the tables that he was dancing on and engulfed her in a hug as well.

Ginny and Lavender greeted her and they enjoyed several beverages that made her feel warm inside.

Instantly, being around her friends made her feel like she belonged. She couldn't believe she was starting to stray away from the people that truly cared about her. She had been such a fool and knew that someday she was going to have to tell both, Ron, and Harry, about her escapades with Malfoy. She never kept secrets from them and she prayed they would, if not right away, forgive her.

With their hands intertwined, they neared the entrance to the Great Hall, when all of a sudden; they heard moaning coming from a corner in the nearby hallway.

"Sounds like someone is having fun." Ron laughed and Hermione simply rolled her eyes at him, cursing herself when she felt the side of her mouth twitch, laughing right along with him.

"Ronald Weasley, I will not engage in such conversation." She smacked his chest lightly and laughed with him.

"Oh, come on, Hermione!" He said smiling as he pushed her up against a wall. "I think that bloke has the right idea."

Ron bent down and kissed her neck. He smirked, feeling her tilt her head to left, giving him better access. She squirmed under his touch and felt herself becoming wet, however; she couldn't help but think that, by this point, Draco would have her center pooling with wetness.

Ron slipped a hand under her shirt making her moan but she didn't get that ache in the pit of her stomach. Ron's touch was nice but it didn't even compare to Malfoy. However, she continued because it was still nice to be wanted by someone, to be desired. She felt Ron starting to caress her leg but pushed him away. This certainly wasn't the place for such play.

They were in the hallway for Merlin sakes.

Anyone could pass by.

Laughing, she pushed him away and started running away from him, glancing backwards ever so often to make sure he was following and heard him laugh as he chased her.

She went down the hall that she was hearing the noises in without thinking and suddenly felt herself stumble backwards as she bumped into someone hard.

She grunted and looked up to apologize, but merely gasped seeing Malfoy, with Pansy Parkinson as his personal accessory.

He sneered at her and Pansy made a sound of disgust. "Get out of here mudblood!" She pushed Draco against the wall and proceeded to wrap her right leg around his waist. "We were here first." Draco was staring at Hermione as Pansy put her fingers under his chin and pulled his lips back to hers.

Hermione gulped and felt her breathing pick up when Draco grabbed Pansy by her ass and picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She heard him groan when she reached down to his groin and squeezed while he used one hand to slide up her shirt and pinch her erected nipple.

When Malfoy went to stick his tongue into her mouth she wanted to turn away but Malfoy looked up, catching her gaze. He grabbed Pansy's head with his hand and kissed her harder, all the while keeping his intense eyes on her. His gaze seeped into her and she felt like the world was in this one little space.

She hated this. She hated watching him grope Pansy. However, it was as if Malfoy was punishing her, as if he had control over her at this very moment that made her feel weak and small and she suddenly, felt like crying all over again.

Ron came up behind her, breaking her out of her haze and grabbed onto her hand, pulling her away. "Let's go, Hermione. I have suddenly lost my appetite."

She felt him pull her away, and with one more glance, she watched as Draco's eyes connected with hers again before going back into the shadows.

"You okay?" Ron asked with concern, not knowing how much this was truly effecting her.

She nodded. "Yes."

He laughed. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I had to see that." He laughed as he hugged her.

She giggled and wrapped her arms around him.

"What do you say, we go back to the tower and simply just hold each other." Hermione asked him, with hopeful eyes.

He nodded. "Splendid idea." He said as he kissed her. "I've missed you."

Hermione smiled weakly. "I've missed you, too."

They headed back toward the tower, their bodies connected, both of them relishing being in each other's arm. She was going to lay in Ron's arms and let him help her forget everything she had just witnessed.

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