August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Thirteen

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It was four o'clock now and Robyn was waiting with Astoria on the path to the Quidditch pitch as the older girls had instructed. She and Astoria had headed there together as they shared their last class, Transfiguration. Robyn had barely listened to a word Professor McGonagall had said as she was far too distracted by Astoria, the two of them claiming a seat in the back corner, and the twins too who sat at the desk just in front of them. Robyn knew she couldn't be so inattentive every lesson, though. One: McGonagall would catch them and separate them, and two: she'd fall behind in the subject. Transfiguration was hard. She didn't need the stress of being behind, even as a first year. She'd definitely need to find a way to block out Astoria's endless chatter...

Speaking of,

"There you are!" Astoria called to Pansy and Daphne who just arrived. "I was about to start growing a beard!"

"It's one minute past four. Shut up, Tori," Daphne replied with an eye roll.

"Come on, idiots," Pansy pushed them forward to start walking.

"What are we doing?" Robyn asked. She had no idea.

"You'll see," Pansy replied with a smirk.

The four of them chattered and gossiped about nothing of importance until they approached the Slytherin Quidditch team. She could name Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Miles Bletchley, Gunnar Rowle, Graham Montague, and Cassius Warrington, all from seeing them at events over the years. Plus, Dylan was friends with most of them. But standing in the middle of them was—

"Draco?" Robyn asked, confused. When had that happened? She was surprised he hadn't boasted about it before now.

"Rosie." He grinned. "Ladies."

"All right. Let's go, you lot," Flint, the Captain, announced.

Robyn briefly noticed Lloyd standing off to the side with the other Slytherin boys, and even Dylan was there with her friends. All to watch the team practice? She liked Quidditch, sure. But she could be, like, taking a nap right now...

She followed (rather reluctantly) after her friends when everyone began to move out. They hadn't been walking for long when they came across resistance. That is, the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Well, this could be interesting.

"Clear out, Flint! I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today," a brown-haired boy spoke loudly. She guessed he was their Captain.

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note," Flint replied slyly.

As Flint handed over the note, Robyn noticed Granger and Weasley join the Gryffindors. She made eye contact with Granger for only a moment before focusing back on the Captains. Draco suddenly moved to the front and revealed himself as the new Seeker, and the team as a whole revealed their brand spanking new brooms, courtesy of Mr Malfoy. Wow.

Draco was quick to throw an insult at Weasley which made several people laugh as Weasley's face turned almost as red as his hair. She noticed the two identical gingers grumble unhappily, too. But then,

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent," Granger said haughtily. Robyn couldn't really disagree with her point. Yes, Draco was quite a decent Quidditch player. She had seen him playing for years with her brother, and had even played with him from time to time. But it did seem rather coincidental that his father had bought them all fancy expensive brooms and then–

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Draco shut Granger down quickly, and indignance and aggravation erupted amongst the Gryffindors. Robyn wasn't standing right next to Granger, but she thought she saw the girl's eyes fill with tears as she glared at Draco. Angry or embarrassed tears, could be either. Or both. An unhappy feeling settled in Robyn's stomach; she was probably just nervous about what would happen next, she supposed.