Bound

Chapter 39

A/N:- New chapter; I am trying to update once a week again, so hopefully you guys will be getting a new chapter next week! You guys are not ready for next chapter hehe.

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It was their last day of practice, and something akin to tension was in the air; the Gryffindors and the Slytherins have their last match tomorrow, and with loyalties split, Hermione wasn't sure who to support.

If she was being honest, she didn't really care about Quidditch. She was only doing this for her friends, and boyfriend, of course.

So when it was the evening and everyone was in the Great Hall to eat, Hermione decided to sit with the Slytherins, who had —very childishly, if she may add— separated from the Gryffindors. The match was only between the seventh years, so they simply sat next to the Slytherins in younger years. It wasn't as if the Gryffindors weren't childish as well; Ron and Draco have been bickering since they woke up, and Hermione was getting pretty tired of it. So when Hermione caught the both of them glaring at each other from across the tables, she swished her hand in the air, causing the cup in Draco's hand to suddenly break and splash water all over his robes and, at the same time, causing the chicken leg in Ron's hand to transfer into a bat. Ron gasped as the bat flew above his head and kept biting at his hands, and Hermione couldn't help but smirk.

"Seriously!" Draco exclaimed, looking at her with wide eyes as he took ahold of his wand and started drying himself.

"Seriously." Hermione gave him a smile that looked too fake to be sincere.

Draco rolled his eyes and mumbled something about how rude what she did was, but she wasn't clueless; she caught the smile that graced his lips, and in turn, smiled as well.

Hermione glanced at her friends to see all of them doing their own thing. She was the only Gryffindor who was sitting at the Slytherin table, and she blatantly ignored the hateful looks thrown her way; courtesy of fifth and sixth years who were sitting at the Slytherin table. She was Hermione fucking Granger, and she could spend an hour listing all of the heroic titles that were given to her; she didn't care about children who were fed lies when they were growing up.

After surveying her friends who were sitting at the Slytherin table, she glanced at the table that was dedicated to the Slytherins and Gryffindors who were in their seventh/eighth year. No Slytherins were sitting there...well, except Pansy, who was in the same position as Hermione, minus the hateful glances.

Pansy claimed that she was neutral, just like Hermione did, but everyone knew the truth; Pansy was rooting for her boyfriend, while Hermione was doing the same. Everyone knew that there was something between Draco and Hermione, but it was still unannounced. Yes, it was no secret that the two of them were absolutely in love with each other, but they never really said anything about them being together, which made it a half baked secret in Hermione's opinion.

But for now, it worked.

After they ate, they all went to their dorms, separately. And that was the last straw for Hermione.

"Why are you guys acting like children?! We are adults for Merlin's sake! Can you just drop this ego shitty situation?"

"No," came Draco's reply.

"Never," Blaise said, flashing a huge smile.

Hermione groaned before leaving the two Quidditch players behind and catching up to Theo and Daphne, who were both dragged to the separate Slytherin table.

"Absolutely ludicrous; they are acting like idiots!" Hermione complained, which caused a soft smile to grace Theo's lips and a sigh to escape Daphne's mouth.