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A/N: One word – FINALLY.

Mehn, I looked at the last date I updated this story and it was last November. And it's APRIL! Oh my god, I'm really so sorry for the delay. I can give you three reasons why I haven't updated this story. First of all, the infamous, most condemned, annoying, damnable, blasted, stupid – ahem – Writer's Block. Secondly, I got so hooked up with my other story (11 Things, which is finished, mind you) and I couldn't stop myself from typing it. And lastly, our computer (crappy computer) broke down ever since the start of our summer break (which was last March) and so, I have no choice but to wait for my parents to make a move and bring it to a computer shop so that they could repair it. THANKFULLY, they realized how boring it is in our house if there is no computer at all.

Anyway, I'll stop my babbling. I'm just so happy I updated this story again! SEE, I told all of you I wouldn't abandon this story. It's just too… precious for me to let go.

Okay, I'll stop my rambling here. This chapter is quite long so… yeah. Enjoy reading! Oh, and review afterwards!

Unfair Fight

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Draco stood in front of Hermione's bedroom, a small smile plastered on his face. Yesterday's evident came rushing back to his memory. The Princess' wedding, which they thankfully stopped, and well, their make-up. He bit his bottom lip, still feeling her lips pressed against his yesterday.

He sighed. Truly, things were turning out the way he wanted it to be.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Draco heard soft footsteps approaching the brunette's door. Immediately, Hermione's bedroom door opened. To his surprise, the Princess wasn't the one who opened it. Instead, his little sister materialized.

"Drakie!" the little Malfoy exclaimed, eyes shining brightly as she greeted his big brother with a good morning kiss against his stomach. "Good morning!"

The blond chuckled and scooped up Mika into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Did you have a goodnight?" he asked.

She nodded her head and grinned. "Princess Hermy sang me a song!" she exclaimed, encircling her arms around her big brother's neck. "And… do I look pretty, Drakie? Princess Hermy told me I was very pretty." The little Malfoy gestured at the tiara perched on top of her head, slightly slipping since it was a bit big for her.

Draco frowned. "Mika, put that back. You should not play with things that are not yours," he softly scolded. "Especially if those things are too precious."

Mika frowned and squirmed in his arms, wanting to be placed back on the ground. "I'm sorry," she adorably said, a small pout adorning her face. She daintily held Hermione's crown and placed it back on top of her vanity mirror. "Drakie," she said, twirling around to face the blond again. "Will I have a chance to wear a pretty crown like Princess Hermy's?"

The blond chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe. Maybe not," he answered her, his eyes traveling around the Princess' room. He never had the chance to see what Henry's – Princess Hermione's – room really looked like. His lips lifted up into a small smile. If ever he had visited Henry's room before, he would become suspicious with all the things inside her room. Her vanity mirror was a dead giveaway.

His eyes then landed on the small lump sleeping on the bed. Hermione, the small lump, was still sleeping soundlessly. Her arms were tightly wrapped around a soft pillow while a small smile was plastered on her peaceful face. Just looking at her made something swell inside his heart.

"Princess Hermy didn't sleep well yesterday," Mika said, her feet softly padding on the carpeted floor. She crawled up the bed and placed a gentle kiss on top of the brunette's head.

Draco gently approached the sleeping figure of the Princess, not wanting to wake her up. His little sister's eyes were trained intently on him as he finally arrived just beside the slumbering brunette. She broke out into a big, toothy grin when Draco bent down and placed a gentle kiss on Hermione's forehead.

"Really?" he asked softly, his eyes not leaving the slumbering brunette.

Mika nodded her head vigorously. "She kept on moving, Drakie! She almost woke me up!" she exclaimed, her arms gesticulating wildly.

"How did you know?"

"I'm a light sleeper," she said proudly, a large grin seen on her face.

Funny he didn't sleep well last night, too. And it was all because he was too preoccupied thinking about this particular Princess. A small smirk then found its way into his lips. 'What if she was thinking about me, too?' he asked himself, choosing to sit down on her bed just beside her head. He ran a hand through her hair and watched as she sighed. She then stirred on the bed, though, didn't wake up. Her forehead ended up leaning against his right hip, a small smile on her face.


The blond looked up, averting his gaze away from Hermione. "Yes?" he asked.

"I'm glad Princess Hermy came into our lives," she said, looking at Hermione's outstretched form adoringly.

Draco could only smile at his little sister's comment. They both knew that he agreed with her.

Hermione then stirred on the bed once again, this time followed by a muffled yawn. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, her long eyelashes brushing gently against the blond's hip. Her eyes then focused on the other Slytherin in the room. Despite her grogginess, she showed her surprise. "Draco!" she softly exclaimed, sitting up on her bed. She wrapped her comforter tightly around her body and frowned at him. "I'm not decent."

Slowly, two pink patches formed on his cheeks. "Oh, ri-right," he stammered, obviously nervous. "I'm sorry. I just came here to get Mika. I-I'm sorry I woke you up. I… umm…"

"Draco," the Princess said, amusement evident on her face.

"… and I… what? Yeah?" he asked.

Hermione flashed him a bright smile. "Good morning," she simply said.

At first, he was slightly taken aback with her cheery greeting but then, he composed himself and found himself smiling back at her. "You too, good morning," he said.

"Good morning, Princess Hermy!" Mika exclaimed, announcing that she was still in the room with the couple.

Hermione chuckled and placed a kiss on the little blonde's forehead. "Good morning," she said.

Draco cleared his throat. "Anyone wants to have breakfast?" he asked. "I'm starving."

His little sister raised her hand eagerly. "Me! Me!"

"Okay, I'll come, too," the Princess said. "I just need to freshen up and all."

Draco looked at the brunette's hair and smirked. He ran a hand through her curly hair, trying to tame it. Who knew that the Princess had a wild hair every morning?

"What?" Hermione asked, peering at his smirking face.

"Bed head," he simply said. If possible, his smirk grew.

The brunette's face grew hot. "Oh. Ha ha," she said in embarrassment. Like Draco, she was trying to smooth out her hair, too. "Sorry, sorry. That's why I need to freshen up."

Draco released a small chuckle and patted her hair. "Don't worry," he said, his eyes connecting with hers. "You still look beautiful to me."

Hermione's blush deepened, a shy smile now plastered on her face. "Thank you."

"Ewwww!" Mika exclaimed, making a face. Draco and Hermione looked at her in surprise. "Drakie, you're turning into Blaisy! He tells that to all of his girlfriends."

The Princess laughed at the little girl's comment. Draco, on the other hand, scowled. "What? I'm being genuine!" he protested, scooping up his sister in his arms.

"All right, all right," Hermione said. "Shoo you two. I'm going to just dress up then we can go to the Great Hall and eat breakfast."

"See you later," Draco said then walked out of the room, Mika still in his arms.

Once they were gone, the brunette shook her head. She stood up and rushed to the bathroom, a wide smile plastered on her face. She really hoped that Draco and his team would win in the Quidditch match. If ever he lost in the match, Hermione knew she would do something drastic. Because no matter what happened, she would not marry Monsieur Ronald Weasley.

Hermione was seen seated once again in the Slytherin table, this time, without any pretenses. While the other students were wearing their school uniform, Hermione was wearing casual clothes. Since it would be awkward for her to wear a boy's uniform (Henry's), Professor Dumbledore agreed with her.

Her idea of casual clothes, though, was very fashionable. A simple green dress that ended until her knees was adorning her body. To accentuate her curves, a black belt was wrapped around her waist. She was also wearing black high-heeled sandals. And of course, she hadn't forgotten to wear her crown. Ever since her family became a royalty, her father always reminded her to wear her tiara wherever she was.

It was obvious she was getting looks of adoration from almost all males in the whole Great Hall. It was obvious, too, that she was getting envious looks from almost all of the females, wishing they were the ones standing on her shoes. If only they knew how hard it was to be a Princess.

Up in the Teacher's Table, King Stephen and Headmaster Dumbledore were nowhere to be seen. Probably, they were in the Headmaster's office, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match in the Gryffindor Quidditch Pitch.

The news about the objection of Draco and his friends in Hermione's wedding with Monsieur Weasley ran around like a wildfire the very next day. Every House table, they talk about it. Even the whole Wizarding World. The headline of the Daily Prophet today was all about this incident that had happened yesterday.

The news about the Quidditch match between Draco's team and Ron's team ran around like wildfire, too. It was obvious everyone was buzzing with excitement. Hermione and the others predicted that some people outside Hogwarts would attend, too.

"Any Quidditch practices today?" Hermione inquired, thoughtfully nibbling her bread.

Draco, who was seated beside her, nodded his head. His eyes were plastered on the Daily Prophet, a scowl on his face. "Yeah, after lunch," he said, now crumpling the newspaper. "They make me sound as if I'm the bad guy!" he suddenly blurted out.

"What?" Pansy said, sitting across the couple.

"The Daily Prophet! They make me sound as if I'm the bad guy!" he exclaimed. "They think my barging inside the church to stop their wedding was very 'insolent' of me. And they even quoted 'Typical of a Malfoy. Always craving for attention'. Typical of a Malfoy! How dare they compare me to my father!"

"Mate, calm down," Blaise said, shaking his head. He was seated beside Pansy, who was now stirring her porridge. "That's media."

"Blaisy's right, Drakie," Mika piped in who was perched on top of Ginny's lap. She was currently eating in the Slytherin table, sitting beside Draco's other side. Everyone also knew about Ginny's friendship towards her brother's enemy. Though, they weren't that surprised at all because they knew about the animosity between the two siblings.

"Ignore it," Ginny said. "We all know my stupid brother's the bad guy here."

Hermione nodded her agreement, silently reaching for the blond's hand underneath the table. She interlaced her fingers through his for comfort. She knew that normally Draco would ignore these kinds of news. But, whenever it was about him being compared to his father, he would absolutely react.

Draco visibly calmed down, mostly because of Hermione's hand clutching his.

A shadow suddenly loomed over them, making them look at the person intruding. It turned out it was a scowling Ron Weasley, with The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Just-Die behind him for some support. Apparently, they had just came in. "Princess Hermione, we are eating on the Teacher's Table, remember?" he said through gritted teeth, trying to calm down.

Hermione coolly looked at him despite the glares her other friends were throwing at him. "Monsieur Weasley, I'm afraid my mother allowed me to sit with my friends," she said, gesticulating at the others.

"What about King Stephen?" he demanded. "Does he know this?"

The brunette gave him a small, innocent smile. "He's not here, isn't he?"

Blaise snickered across from her. Ron shot him a murderous look but the Slytherin just rolled his eyes and glared back.

"Oui (Yes)," he answered.

"So if you would kindly…" Hermione said, her voice trailing of as her eyes landed on the Gryffindor table. They all knew she didn't want to see him anymore. Draco shot him a smug look, making the International Quidditch Player furious.

"Go on, Malfoy, look smug all you want," he suddenly spat. "I'm looking forward in seeing your defeated look as I" – he grabbed Hermione's hand forcefully – "kiss my bride." He ended with kissing the brunette's knuckles.

Draco Malfoy was known in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for controlling his anger, managing to look calm and collected whenever he was being insulted. But now, he was anything but. He literally saw red. Releasing a small growl, he stood up so fast. Ron slightly faltered and released Hermione's hand, taking a few steps away from the enraged blond.

Hermione stood up, too, and wrapped an arm around his waist to stop him. "Draco, come on, he's not worth it," she said, trying to calm him down. She forced him to sit back down but he just wouldn't budge. "Draco…"

"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Weasley! Stop this nonsense immediately!" a furious Professor McGonagall exclaimed from the Teacher's Table. Everyone held their breath, their eyes trained intently from Ron to Draco, waiting for their next move.

Finally, Draco sat down forcefully. Hermione released a breath she didn't realize she was holding and sat down beside him again. Just like what she did awhile ago, she grabbed Draco's hand to comfort him. Apparently, Ron saw this which made him madder.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, sit down," Professor McGonagall then said. Since Headmaster was nowhere to be found, they all knew that Professor McGonagall had the authority now.

Ron directed his narrowed eyes towards the Deputy Headmistress. "Don't tell me what to do, McGonagall. I'm not a student here anymore," he growled.

Everyone gasped. Professor McGonagall looked insulted and angry. No one had ever disrespected her.

"Monsieur Weasley, assoyez-vous! (Monsieur Weasley, sit down!),"Queen Danielle finally exclaimed from beside the offended teacher. Even if she wasn't the one disrespected, Queen Danielle looked affronted.

Ron glared back at Draco and his friends, most especially at the former before stomping away. Harry ran with him, trying to calm his friend down. Finally, they walked out of the Great Hall.

"Disrespectful git," Ginny muttered, glaring at her scrambled egg. "He was just like that to mother."

"We'll win against him… I'll win against him," Draco said with so much conviction everyone only nodded their head in agreement.

Hermione, though, answered softly, "I know." And then, she squeezed his hand, telling him that she believed in him.

That was enough to drive his anger away.

"Nice shot, Weasley!" Draco shouted, seated on his beloved Nimbus 2001 while hovering a hundred feet from the ground. "Blaise, mate, concentrate! You should have blocked the Quaffle."

Pansy laughed out loud. She was sitting beside Hermione, amusement evident on her face. Mika was nowhere to be found since she insisted in helping her Auntie Poppy in the infirmary. "Playboy, you slimy git, concentrate!" Pansy shouted, cupping her mouth to amplify her voice.

Blaise scowled at her from the hoops he was guarding, making Pansy laugh louder. "Shut the hell up, Clingy!" the Slytherin Keeper shot back. "You're not helping!"

Pansy stuck out her tongue, planning to retaliate but one stern look from Draco made her think the otherwise. She only gave him a smile and a slight wave. Hermione released a small giggle from beside her. Draco just rolled his eyes, blew the whistle around his neck, and announced that their practice resumed again.

Once they were busy zooming in the sky, Hermione looked at the grinning girl beside her. "Pansy, Blaise is practicing hard, you know," she told her.

"Of course I know that, Princess," Pansy said. Her eyes shifted from the pitch to Hermione. "All of them are practicing hard. Merlin, even Crabbe and Goyle are practicing hard. I had never seen such serious looks on their faces before."

Hermione looked at the said blokes and indeed, looks of concentration were plastered on their faces.

"And look at Draco," Pansy continued. "I'm afraid of making fun of Blaise because I know he would snap at me. See, he has this 'no nonsense look' on his face." The dark-haired girl shivered. "God, he looks eerily like Professor McGonagall."

The brunette then looked at the team captain of the Slytherin Qudditch team and released a small laugh. Pansy was right. Draco looked eerily like Professor McGonagall.

"And he's doing this for you," Pansy said, followed by a dreamy sigh. "Isn't that sweet?"

Hermione blushed scarlet. "Pansy…"

"What?" she asked, a look of innocence seen on her face. "I'm telling the truth, Hermione. I mean, you were not there with him when he was wallowing in self-pity for pushing you away before. You were not there with him when determination was on his face while we ran towards the church where your wedding with the arrogant pig would have happened. You weren't there."

The brunette looked at her feet but Pansy caught the small smile on her face.

Pansy laughed. "No need to get embarrassed," she said. "I know you think he's being sweet, too."

Hermione lifted her head and looked at Pansy again. She was slightly looking sheepish. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," she whispered. At the corner of her eyes, she saw Draco swooping down. Apparently, he'd seen the Golden Snitch already. "Out of all the suitors I had, Draco is… Draco is…"

"The most serious?" Pansy offered.

"And sweetest," the brunette said, releasing a sigh. She placed her elbow on the railing of the Quidditch stand and placed her chin on top of her hand. "I don't know what I'll do if Ron wins. I mean, I still believe in Draco but Ron tends to be… aggressive sometimes. I've seen most of his matches before, mostly because my father dragged me."

The dark-haired Slytherin softly laughed. "How does it feel to be a royalty?" she asked, eyes unconsciously observing the Keeper of the Slytherins. "When I was young, I always dreamt of being one. How does it feel?"

"Seriously?" Hermione asked.

Pansy smiled. "Seriously."

"Like hell," the Princess said, grinning. "Everyday, you have to wake up at exactly six o'clock. You have to finish all the food on your plate. Every month, there would be a ball and it's mandatory to be there always. No slouching, no sneezing or coughing in public. You have to always smile. If you're angry, never show it. Still keep smiling. And of course, you have to always look beautiful."

Once she was done, Pansy's mouth was agape. "You have to do all of that?" she asked in disbelief.

"That's not all," Hermione said, smiling. "If I told you all, we might reach after dinner."

"No way," Pansy said, laughing. "Now, I don't want to be a Princess anymore."

The brunette sighed. "If only my family was never elected as the new royal family of France," she said. Then, a small smirk formed on her face. "But, being a Princess has its perks."

Pansy laughed. "Like having suitors day and night," she said.

Hermione looked affronted. "Having suitors day and night is not a perk," the Princess told her. "I mean, being courted by different types of men is not fun. You don't know if they're only after your money and the crown or if they are being really, really serious. Ron's my most avid suitor and the most favored by my father."

"How about your mother?" Pansy asked.

"My mother?" Hermione asked, smiling. "She wants what I want."

The dark-haired raised one, perfect eyebrow. "You mean she likes Draco, too?" she asked.

The brunette shrugged. "She shows it," she said. "Ever since I was young, my mother kept on telling me all she wanted was for me to be happy."

Pansy sighed and then frowned. "I wish I were you, Hermione."

Hermione huffed. "You're going to regret that if you really became me, Pans," she said.

The Slytherin girl beside her only laughed. "No, I want to be like you because someone loves you with all his heart, soul, and mind." When she said this, her eyes were plastered intently on Blaise.

The brunette chuckled softly. 'Oh, someone loves you too, Pansy,' Hermione thought, eyes twinkling as she, too, stared at Blaise.

Pansy looked at her sharply, a look of surprise plastered on her face. "What did you just say?" she asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Hermione felt like slapping her forehead. She couldn't believe she just said it out loud. "Nothing, Pansy, nothing," she said.

The girl beside her looked suspicious. "Hermione…"

"Oh, look at the time!" the Princess said, sounding suspiciously cheery. "It's lunch time already!" Hermione stood up, smoothed out the creases from her dress, and then cupped her mouth with her hands. "People, it's lunch time already! Why don't you all take a break?"

A murmur of agreement ran throughout the Quidditch Pitch. Soon, they were all landing back to the ground.

Hermione looked back at a frowning Pansy. "Come on, let's follow all of them," she said, pulling her up from her sitting suspicion.

Pansy still looked suspicious. She had perfectly heard what Hermione had said awhile ago. Her eyes landed on a sweaty yet satisfied Blaise. Of course, she wasn't talking about him.

That thought made her frown deeper.

Days passed and soon, it was the day of the Quidditch match between Draco's team and Ron's team. Everyone was buzzing with excitement. Everyone but Hermione's friends. As the brunette observed everyone, her frown would only be deeper.

Pansy, who was seated across from her, was nervously biting her fingers. From the look on her face, it was obvious she hadn't slept well last night. And she wasn't even playing today!

Blaise, who was seated beside Pansy, was only playing with his porridge. Like Pansy, he too looked like he hadn't slept well last night. Visible dark bags were underneath his eyes. And, his eyes were drooping close, much to the brunette's frustration.

Ginny, who was once again eating in the Slytherin table and this time, beside Blaise, was harassing her pancake with maple syrup on it. Hermione took a good guess that Ginny was imagining it was her brother's face, mentally promising that she would rip him into pieces through this Quidditch match. Ginny was a sweet girl but sometimes, Hermione knew that she could be aggressive, too.

Little Mika Malfoy, who was sitting across from Ginny, was surprisingly not touching her breakfast. Normally, even if the others were tensed or nervous about something, the little blonde would continue to eat, oblivious of the feelings of the others. But now, even she was looking nervous.

Crabbe and Goyle, surprisingly were not yet in the Great Hall. When Hermione inquired Blaise about their whereabouts, he told her they were still in the Slytherin Common Room. Apparently, they have tummy aches. Hermione presumed it was probably nervousness that caused them to have stomach aches.

And then, there was Draco. For Hermione, he probably was the one looking worse of all. There were dark bags under his eyes, he wasn't touching his food, and worse – he was reviewing the tactics he made which would most probably beat the opposing team. And for Hermione, it wasn't a pleasant sight at all.

Unable to take it anymore, she released a long, defeated sigh and placed both of her hands against her face. "Please stop looking like that," Hermione said, voice slightly muffled by her hands. Instantly, the other five looked at her curiously. The Princess removed her hands from her face and stared at them. "Your looks make me nervous, too. I'm trying to at least think that today's going to be a nice day which I can spend with my friends. I'm trying to at least think that there won't be a Quidditch match today and if ever we lose, I'm going to marry Monsieur Ron."

Draco visibly paled.

"Sorry, sorry," Pansy said, stretching her arms to pat the brunette's arm.

Hermione sighed and looked up at the Teacher's table. King Stephen was looking… glaring at their table. The brunette frowned at her father. She insisted to sit down with her friends today for breakfast. King Stephen, on the other hand, insisted for her to sit with Monsieur Ron or, if she didn't want to, sit on the Teacher's table. But of course, Hermione told his father that if ever her side lost (she had a hard time saying that), she could at least spend the last few hours with her friends. Apparently, King Stephen would not only force her to marry Ron but also force her to go back to France and there live.

Her eyes then went to the Gryffindor table. The enemy's team was having an urgent meeting on the table. Their voices were hushed and it was obvious some of the occupants of the Gryffindor table were straining their ears to hear what they were talking about. She would catch at random times the glares Ron sent at their place but she pointedly ignored them. Thank Merlin glares couldn't kill people.

The brunette's eyes then landed on her magical watch on her left wrist. "Guys, it's thirty minutes past twelve. I think you all should be getting ready now," she informed them.

Draco nodded and summoned all of the members in his team.

Hermione wrapped her Slytherin scarf tighter around her neck as she trudged outside the doors of Hogwarts. A few more minutes then the Quidditch match would start.

Pansy and Mika were probably in the Slytherin Quidditch stands already. She had asked them to save her a seat since she told them she had to go somewhere. And that somewhere? - In the Hogwarts Lake. For some strange reason, this place always calmed her down. Her nerves right now were wrecking havoc inside her mind. She knew she was being too paranoid but who could blame her? The result of this match would decide what her future would turn out.

She then stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on a person that came earlier than her. A small smile started to form on her face as she observed his billowing blond hair. "Draco," she simply said. She unconsciously noticed that he was already wearing his Quidditch uniform.

The blond swirled around, surprised with the sudden voice. He smiled, though, upon seeing the beautiful Princess. "Why aren't you in the Quidditch stands?" he asked.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you in the Quidditch Pitch? There's a few more minutes before the match starts," she informed him.

Draco sighed then looked straight ahead, running a pale hand through his blond hair. "I'm trying to calm down my nerves," he softly confessed.

The brunette looked amused. "Nervous?" she asked.

"Nervous?" he exclaimed. A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped from his lips. "You think I'm nervous?" He shook his head. "I'm… I'm… terrified." And for proof, he paled.

Hermione, despite the terrified blond beside her, softly laughed. "It's all right to be… terrified," she told him. "Me? I'm scared to death."

The way she said it so frankly and simply made him smile. Discreetly, he stretched out his gloved hand and gripped Hermione's. Surprised, the brunette looked at him. But soon, a smile graced her face.

"This might be the biggest challenged I'd ever faced in my whole life," he said truthfully.

"Lucky you," the brunette said, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Being a Princess is enough challenge for me." She then gazed at the damp ground. "I wish I'm not a Princess at all."

Draco made a face. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, making Hermione look at him. "Then there's a big possibility I won't meet you."

Hermione laughed. "True," she said.

The blond tightened his grip and moved, his body now facing Hermione. "I have a simple question," he said.

"Go on."

"What if I lost?" he asked softly. Just thinking about that made him more nervous.

Hermione looked affronted. "Of course you won't lose!" she protested. "You're as good as Ron!"

Draco chuckled and shook his head. "No, no, just answer me, Hermione," he said. "What if I lost?"

The Princess pursed her lips, looking deep in thought. Draco watched her as her eyes wandered around the Hogwarts Lake. Then, she slowly looked at him, the look of wonder still plastered on her face. Hermione then slowly reached for his other free hand and gave it a squeeze. "If you lost," she started. "I still won't marry Monsieur Ron."

The Slytherin blond then smiled. "I was hoping you'll say that," he said. Slowly, he reached for and wrapped his arms around her for a hug.

Hermione was surprised at first but then, hugged him back.

"You know this thing about me finding 'The One', right?" he asked softly.

The brunette nodded slowly.

Draco rubbed his chin on top of her hair and then sighed. "I've spent my past years looking for her," he whispered. "I honestly thought that she will arrive in my life after I graduated in Hogwarts and found a stable job. But, Merlin, I can't believe I'm hugging her right now." He brushed his lips against her beautiful hair. "And I don't know what I'll do if I will lose her to someone I know who won't love and take care of her."

Hermione blushed and unconsciously hugged the blond closer to her. "These feelings we have for each other," she started. "They made your life complicated, didn't they?"

The blond chuckled. "Our feelings?" he said. "Our love?" He pointedly noticed the way blood rushed up to her cheeks again. "It made my life really complicated."

"I'm sorry," she softly said.

"Don't worry," he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "It's worth fighting for."

To Hermione's horror, tears welled up in her eyes. Draco at first was oblivious of the telltale signs of the tears on Hermione's eyes but when he heard her sniff, he frowned. "Are you crying?" he asked.

Hermione released a wet chuckle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that" – she ran a hand through her wet eyes – "… that's the sweetest thing a man had ever said to me."

The blond chuckled and hugged her tighter. "I'm glad I'm that man," he whispered.

The Princess sniffed and completely wiped away her tears. "Now, now, let's stop being all lovey-dovey," she said, softly giggling. "You have a game."

"You're right," he said. Draco broke their hug then approached a nearby rock where his beloved broom was leaning. He was about to go to the Quidditch Pitch when Hermione stopped him. "Yes?" he asked, swiveling around.

"You forgot something," the brunette said, walking towards him in big strides. Once she was in front of him, she cupped his cheek, tiptoed, and placed a haste kiss on his lips. A beautiful smile grew on her face. "For good luck."

Draco blinked and then laughed. "Can I have another one?" he asked, looking strangely too innocent.

Hermione rolled her eyes, though, smiled, giving him permission. Draco swooped down and captured her lips for a brief kiss.

"There they are!" the familiar voice of the little Malfoy exclaimed, surprising the couple.

"Mate, I've been looking all over for you!" Blaise exclaimed, running towards the two of them. Mika was tightly clutching Blaise's neck as he carried her. When he saw Hermione, he scowled. "Yes, yes, I know. She's gorgeous and kissable" – Hermione blushed with his compliments – "but mate, please. If we lose here, you won't be able to do that anymore."

Draco scowled at him and rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he grumbled, though, pink patches were visible on his cheeks.

"Good luck," Hermione said to Blaise, reaching for a squirming Mika. Her eyes then landed back on the blond. "And to you, too. Good luck."

"We'll do our best, Princess Hermione Granger," Blaise said, mockingly bowing.

"Oh cut it out," Draco said, placing an arm over Blaise's shoulder and dragged him towards the Quidditch Pitch. Hermione and Mika watched the two blokes in amusement.

"We'll do our best!" Blaise exclaimed. Despite the wide smile plastered on his face, Hermione knew he was being serious.

Draco looked back and offered her a small smile. "I will," he said.

Hermione nodded and hugged the little Malfoy closer to herself.

Once both of them were out of sight already, Hermione looked at the little blonde and told her, "Let's go to the Slytherin stand now."

Mika nodded and gave Hermione an adorable smile.

"Where have you been?" Pansy asked, a frown evident on her face. Hermione took a seat beside her, then perching down the little blonde Malfoy on her lap. "Thank Merlin you're just on time!"

The brunette softly laughed and peered at the Quidditch Pitch. "I'm sorry I just had a brief rendezvous with someone…"

Pansy rolled her eyes, snatching Mika from the Princess' lap. "Oh, come on, Hermione. You know that I know that you just met up with Draco." A sly smile then appeared on her face. "Probably to give him a good luck kiss?"

Hermione turned into a deep shade of red. "Oh, stop it," she said lamely, tightening her scarf around her neck.

The other Slytherin only laughed and cuddled with Mika.

"Is this seat taken?" someone asked Hermione.

"Oh no, it's…" Hermione didn't continue her sentence when she had fully seen who the asker was. "M… Mama?"

Queen Danielle smiled. "Dearest," she said. She then sat down gracefully beside her daughter. At the corner of Hermione's eyes, she could see the surprised looks Pansy and the little Malfoy were shooting at her mother.

"What are you doing here?" the brunette asked.

The Queen looked mildly surprised. "Well, obviously, darling, I'm supporting the Slytherin Quidditch Team," she stated.

Hermione looked at the Gryffindor stand and, unsurprisingly, King Stephen was seated there, Professor McGonagall seated at his right. The King of France was looking at the other stand, surprise etched on his face. Apparently, he had seen his wife seated on the opposing team. "But Papa…"

"… is sitting on the Gryffindor stand, yes," Queen Danielle said, a smile on her face. Her eyes then landed on the five-year-old perched on top of Pansy's lap, her wide, grey eyes looking at the Queen in wonder. "She's Draco Malfoy's little sister, isn't she?" she inquired.

Pansy nodded, speechless.

"Oh, isn't she a cute little thing?" the Queen cooed. She opened her arms, beckoning little Mika to come to her arms. At first, the little Malfoy was undecided, but knowing that the Queen was rooting for her big brother made her happy already. And so, she opened her little arms, too, and allowed the Queen to get her and place her on her lap. "What is your name, sweetie?"

"Mika Malfoy," she proudly said, an adorable smile on her face.

Hermione and Pansy laughed at the scene between the Queen and the little blonde. Their conversation was cut, though, when Luna's voice suddenly boomed around the pitch.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, royal or not," Luna started, earning small chuckles from the audience. "Welcome to the most awaited Quidditch match of the century!" Everybody burst into applauses. Truly, they were eager to witness 'the most awaited Quidditch match of the century'. Luna's eyes landed on the sky and she beamed. "Oh, what a lovely afternoon! The Winkiepooks are definitely on our side today. Look! They even made the sky cl - ."

"Miss Lovegood," Professor McGonagall warned.

Luna shot her a sheepish grin then cleared her throat. "Now, without further ado, let me introduce the players for today."

"On the left corner are the Chudley Canons plus a Gryffindor!" Luna exclaimed. "Tyrone Chua, Janice Simmons, and Joshua Bale as the Chasers."

Suddenly, three orange dots shot up into the sky and made stunts while seated on their broomstick. Hermione noticed that they were wearing their official Quidditch uniform – a bright orange Quidditch robe with their logo: two black Cs and a speeding cannonball.

"The two Beaters are Johnny Smith and Gerald Sanders."

Like the previous three, two orange dots shot up into the sky and did some stunts while hovering a hundred feet from the ground.

"The Seeker is our very own Harry Potter!" Luna roared and together with the other spectators, applauded for The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry bulleted straight towards the sky and did several back flips and other stunts doable. Hermione was surprised to notice that Harry was wearing a Chudley Cannons Quidditch uniform instead of his normal Gryffindor uniform.

"And of course, Chudley Cannons' Captain, Keeper Ronald Weasley!"

Ron shot into the sky and did more dangerous stunts than the other members of his team. Unsurprisingly, he received a standing ovation from all the people in the Gryffindor stand. Hermione noticed that King Stephen, too, was standing, clapping enthusiastically as Ron bowed hither-thither.

'What a pompous git,' Hermione thought, followed by a roll of her eyes.

"And now, the Slytherin plus a Gryffindor team!"

This time, Hermione did clap enthusiastically. Finally, the arrogant pricks were done being introduced.

"The Chasers are Adrian Pucey, Marcus Flint, and the only Gryffindor in the team, Ginny Weasley!"

Three green dots shot up into the sky and did maneuvers. Hermione cheered, specifically for her best friend, Ginny. She was proud Ginny was part of the Slytherin team. And the she-Weasley was even wearing a Slytherin Quidditch uniform!

"Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle as the Beaters!" Luna continued. The two blokes shot up into the sky and Hermione, despite of the fact she wasn't that close to the two, clapped her hands. She released a soft giggle upon noticing that Goyle almost lost grip of his bat.

"Blaise Zabini as the Keeper of the team!"

Blaise flew and did a back flip.

"Woo hoo, go Playboy!" Pansy cheered from beside her. Hermione laughed when the Slytherin Keeper heard her and shot her a glare.

"Blaisy! Blaisy! Blaisy!" little Mika cheered, still seated on top of Queen Danielle's lap.

"And of course, the one and only Slytherin Seeker, Draco Malfoy!" Luna exclaimed.

Hermione held her breath as the said blond flew towards the sky, his hair billowing behind him. Unlike the other players, Draco just bowed and gave everyone a handsome smile. 'Typical him,' she thought, hearing some dreamy sighs from the other girls on the stands. But she couldn't deny it. He really looked handsome.

His eyes then wandered on the Slytherin stand until his grey eyes landed on the Princess. Hermione, smiling, blew him a kiss. She watched in amusement when Draco blushed slightly upon hearing the 'awws' from some people who just witnessed it. But nonetheless, the Slytherin blond gave her another handsome smile. The brunette pointedly ignored the glares King Stephen and Ron were shooting at her and at Draco.

Madame Hooch, riding on her own broomstick, exclaimed, "Captains, shake your hands!"

Draco, not averting his eyes away from Ron, raised his right hand for a shake. Ron stared at him for minutes until his eyes landed on the Slytherin's outstretched hand. "Sérieusement (Seriously)?" he spat incredulously before flying away from the blond, his hand still waiting for it to be shaken.

Gasps from the Slytherin stand were heard, followed by murmured insults for the International Quidditch Player. Hermione, even if she wasn't Draco, looked more affronted than the blond who only smiled, clenched his raised hand into fist, and placed it on his side.

"That slimy son of – !"

"Pansy," the brunette warned, looking at Mika at the corner of her eyes.

Pansy clamped her lips but it was obvious she was still seething with anger.

Hermione sighed then looked at Madame Hooch who then blew her whistle, signaling the start of the game. She tossed the Quaffle in the air and soon, Tyrone Chua grabbed the red ball and came hurtling towards the hoops guarded by Blaise.

"Go block it, Blaise," Pansy murmured, her fingers crossed tightly as she watched Chua who threw the Quaffle towards the goal.

"And Chua released the ball!" Luna commented. Everyone waited to the result of the Chudley Cannon's Chaser's attack. "And…Zabini blocks it!"

Hermione cheered together with the other Slytherins. 'So far so good,' the brunette said.

Draco took a deep breath. The Chudley Cannons was leading in this match with a score of 200 while his team has a score of 180. 'A twenty point lead,' he thought. 'Not so bad.'

In actuality, Draco was proud of his team. They were really exerting their best in this game. He allowed himself to smile a bit. Now all he needed to do was find the Golden Snitch first than damnable Potter. His eyes landed to the Slytherin stand, specifically on the Princess. Her eyes were plastered on the match intensely and with concentration. His smile grew. She still looked beautiful.

"And Ginny Weasley scores! Now Chudley Cannons is leading with a total of ten points!" Luna suddenly said with her booming voice, snapping Draco's attention back to the match. His eyes connected with Ginny and she gave him a two-finger salute while he nodded in appreciation. Indeed, he was proud of his teammates.

His eyes then went back into gazing at Hermione. 'Seriously, Draco, if you want to win, focus on the game!' he mentally berated himself. But he couldn't help it. His eyes always ended on Hermione.

The brunette now was currently clapping enthusiastically, talking animated with her mother. It made him quite glad to know that Hermione's mother was rooting for his team. Refused by her father was worse enough. Being refused by both of her parents would have been worst. Thankfully, Queen Danielle approved of him.

He then watched as Queen Danielle's eyes landed on him. He unconsciously blushed and offered her a shy smile. The Queen returned him a smile and gently nudged her daughter. Hermione looked at her curiously but then, her mother pointed at him.

Hermione then looked at him, surprised. 'Focus', she mouthed and Draco only laughed. 'See, she's even reprimanding you.'

'I'm trying,' he mouthed back. And then, he gave her a charming smile.

'Idiot.' Followed by that were a roll of her eyes when she suddenly froze. A golden blur just passed her face. When she looked back at Draco, he wasn't there anymore. Instead, he was chasing the Golden Snitch. Apparently, he had seen it already.

The brunette clutched the railing of the stand and leaned slightly. "He'd seen the snitch," she whispered, loud enough for her seatmates to hear it. Queen Danielle looked delighted. Pansy and Mika looked excited.

"And, what's this?" Luna boomed. "Draco Malfoy saw the Golden Snitch!"

Hermione scowled when Harry followed, a few inches away from her beloved blond.

"She didn't have to announce it to the whole world!" Pansy exclaimed furiously, glaring at Luna Lovegood.

The Princess followed Draco's every move. 'Come on, Draco. I know you can do it,' she said, cheering for him inside. Unconsciously, she started to bit her thumb. Her heart was pumping loudly against her ribcage. 'You have to win. You have to win for me… for us,' she continued. 'I don't know what I'll do if I lose you.'

Draco was nearing the Golden Snitch now. Unconsciously, Hermione clasped her hands together, praying mentally. 'Please win.'

Her eyes then enlarged when at the corner of her eyes, she saw Ron snatching a bat from one of his Beaters. A look of irritation was plastered on his face. And to her horror, he hit a hurtling Bludger. It dashed towards an unsuspecting Draco, his fingers merely inches from the snitch. If he stretched more, he would be clasping the key to his victory.


His eyes snapped towards the Slytherin stand. Instead of seeing a frantic Hermione, the blond saw the black Bludger which hit him squarely on his forehead.

Because of the impact, he toppled from his broomstick and the next thing he knew he was falling. He unconsciously watched as Harry gripped the Golden Snitch, a victorious smile on his face. He pumped his fist in the air, whooping for his success.

"And Harry Potter caught the snitch!" Luna exclaimed. The people rooting for the Chudley Cannons' team cheered in delight. "The Chudley Cannons wins and… Oh my god, Draco Malfoy has fallen from his broom!"

"No," he moaned, picturing Hermione in his mind. "No."

And then, he closed his eyes, waiting for the hard ground beneath him.

Little Mika shrieked from Pansy's lap, her eyes wide as saucers. "DRAKIE!" She stood up and scrambled down from a stunned Pansy. She ran down from the Quidditch stand towards her big brother.

"Mika!" Hermione exclaimed, following the little girl, oblivious to the fact that she was crying already.

Queen Danielle, horrified, brandished her wand and slowed down the blond's fall. She watched as he gently hit the ground, relief evident on her face. She flinched when Pansy suddenly screamed and ran down the stands.

"Oh my god," Hermione cried as she stopped in her tracks, Draco's body a few feet away from her. Mika was already there, hugging her brother with her arms around his neck.

The Princess ran towards him and fell on her knees. To her slight relief, Draco was still awake, though bordering unconsciousness. "Draco, Draco, listen to me," the brunette said, cradling his cheeks on her hands. She ignored Pansy who pried Mika away from the blond.

The Slytherin Seeker snapped his eyes open and squinted. "Hermione," he said, grimacing from pain and Hermione's tears. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she sobbed. "Now, go to sleep. Take a rest. Everything's going to be all right. Okay?"

"I'm sorry," he repeated. And then, he blacked out.

Madame Hooch stopped the game. Now, all the players were back on the ground. Blaise pulled a sobbing Pansy towards him, Mika still on her arms.

Hermione's eyes then connected with Ron, a small smug smile plastered on his face. When he noticed the brunette was looking, his smile immediately faltered.

The brunette, enraged, snarled then stood up. "Vous (You)," she said. "Vous avez triché. Je l'ai vu. (You cheated. I saw it)"

Ron raised his hands up in surrender. "It was an accident," he said.

"You lie!" Hermione screamed. She ignored when Madame Pince placed Draco on a stretcher and levitated him towards the infirmary.

"What's this?" King Stephen said, announcing his arrival.

The brunette fully looked at him, tears still streaming down her face. King Stephen was slightly taken aback with the appearance of his daughter.

"Monsieur Ron's team won," she sobbed, running a hand through her face.

For the first time in history, King Stephen didn't look ecstatic with the outcome of the match.

"Est-ce que vous êtes heureux maintenant, Papa? (Are you happy now, Papa?)" Hermione asked.

King Stephen was speechless. Spectators were now crowding the father and daughter.

"Are you?" she cried.

And with that, she ran away, planning to go the infirmary.

A/N: And end of chapter! So, did you like it? I'll try to update sooner and not after five months (hahaha). I'm so sorry for grammatical errors. I don't have a beta in this story, fyi. AND, I'm so sorry if my French is not correct. AGAIN, I'm only using a French translator.

Oh, by the way, before I end this A/N, I just want to inform all 11 Things readers out there that I posted a poll on my profile. It's based on that story.

So, that's it. Make me happy with your reviews, okay?

Ciao for now! :D