The Secret Relationship: The Angelic Witch and Draco Malfoy (Book 3)

A Passionate Kiss

Heroneka slept badly. She dreamed that Draco and Harry had started hitting each other with spells during the match. A bunch of dementors came floating to the field and surrounded Heroneka. She was so scared that neither her bubble shield erupted, nor her four patronuses. One of the Dementors lifted its hood and revealed its face. Only... It was the Grim. Harry and Draco were so busy zooming around the Snitch that they didn't even care. The dementors sucked in the wind around her and Heroneka fell through the air and woke with a start.

It was a few seconds before Heroneka remembered that the match hadn't taken place yet, that she was safe in bed, and that the Dementors wouldn't show up since Dumbledore had made sure of it. She was feeling very thirsty. Quietly as she could, she got out of her four-poster and went to pour herself some water from the silver jug beneath the window.

The grounds were still and quiet. No breath of wind disturbed the treetops in the Forbidden Forest; the Whomping Willow was motionless and innocent-looking. It looked as though the conditions for the match would be perfect.

"Are you alright?"

Heroneka looked over at Hermione's bed. She was awake and sitting with her back against her pillows. Her Ancient Runes book was in her hands.

"Didn't you sleep at all?" Heroneka walked up to her bed and sat on the edge.

"I did." Said Hermione, keeping the book aside. "I just finished a very important chapter on abandoned castles of Frech Polynesia. It's a pretty interesting read if you want to try."

Heroneka nodded quietly.

"You had a bad dream?" Hermione crawled up to Heroneka and sat close to her. "You were -- calling his name in your sleep."

Heroneka squinted her eyes thinking about what she had dreamed. "Draco? Was I saying Draco?"

"No" Hermione frowned. "You were calling Harry."

"Oh" she nodded awkwardly. "Yeah... I --"

She had seen the Grim in her dream. The Grim, which kept showing up a lot. Heroneka exhaled feeling exhausted and drained.

Later that morning, Heroneka and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall for breakfast to enormous applause. Heroneka and Harry looked at each other, grinning broadly, they saw that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were applauding them too. The Slytherin table hissed loudly as they passed. Heroneka noticed that Draco looked pale and wasn't making any eye contact with her. It made her feel a little sad. Was he upset about Hermione's slap? Was he upset that Heroneka didn't stop her best friend from hitting him? Or was it just the fact that Harry had a Firebolt, the fastest broom in the world, which was tough one compete with even on a Nimbus Two Thousand and One.

Heroneka sat down next to Fred who buttered a toast for her. She glanced around the hall and spotted Cedric Diggory, gazing at her with admiration. He nodded at her with a broad grin. Heroneka choked on the toast she was chewing but managed to smile. Fred had noticed them and elbowed her gently, making her focus on her breakfast.

Oliver spent the whole of breakfast urging his team to eat while touching nothing himself. Then he hurried them off to the field before anyone else had finished, so they could get an idea of the conditions. As they left the Great Hall, everyone applauded again. Heroneka looked at the Slytherin table and Draco was staring at her, but he looked away instantly.

"Good luck, Harry!" called Cho Chang.

Heroneka glanced at Harry who was blushing now. She cleared her throat and Harry almost dropped his Firebolt, but Fred caught it.

"Okay -- no wind to speak of -- the sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it -- ground's fairly hard, good, that'll give us a fast kickoff --"