Only Ones Who Know

Idiots

Hermione woke up expecting to be in her dorm. She sat straight up when she realized that it wasn't. She rubbed her eyes and spotted Draco changing into his quidditch uniform. She cursed him for looking so good.

"What time is it?" Hermione said sleepily as she stretched her arms.

"Quarter to noon. I let you sleep so you've missed breakfast." Draco strapped on his shin guards. "And lunch too if you don't get your ass up." He flashed her a smile and sat down next to her on the bed. "How's your head?"

"Pounding." she groaned.

"Well go eat, freshen up, and I hope to see you at the match this afternoon." He patted her on the head.

"I wouldn't miss it." Hermione batted her eyelashes innocently.

"I've got to go to warm up." Draco looked slightly nervous about the match between Gryffindor. Hermione was torn between who to route for. Draco stood up and left for the pitch, shutting the door softly behind him. Minding Hermione's throbbing headache.

Hermione laid back down trying to ignore her gurgling stomach. She wished he would have woken her up for breakfast. She let her head spin around for a minute before dragging herself out of bed. She put back on the same clothes she wore last night, tamed her hair, and made her way to the Great Hall. She looked around the tables for food that would cure her hangover. Most of the students were already at the pitch by now. She quickly ate a grilled cheese sandwich and downed a chalice of water before she hurried out of the castle.

It was the beginning of spring. All of the snow had nearly melted but a chilled breeze still nipped at Hermione's cheeks and she shuffled down the hill. Warmups were coming to an end and everyone was finding their seats. The wind blew Hermione's hair around as she approached the Gryffindor team to wish them all luck. Slytherin was standing close by awaiting the starting lineup. She hugged Harry and Ron right in front of Malfoy which seemed to spark a nerve. Did he expect one too? Hermione gave him a small smile before making her way up to the stands. The speakers rang as Lee Jordan introduced the teams.

"WELCOME TO THIS AFTERNOON'S MATCH BETWEEN GRYFFINDOR," The crowd went crazy. Whistles and hollers echoed through the stadium. "AND SLYTHERIN!" More noise erupted from across the pitch. The loud voice in the intercom presented the starters for each team. Hermione cheered for Harry and Ron and gave a secret clap for Draco as he entered on his broom. Hermione never noticed how good he looked on a broomstick before.

He gripped the handle as he darted around his team. Showing off, no doubt. The teams hovered over the ball box as Madam Hooch explained the rules. With a quick hand, she unlatched the box and they were off. Angelina caught the Quaffle and zoomed to the goalposts. The Bulgers flew up and went straight for the closest player available. Fred smacked one out of the way right before it hit Harry.

Harry circled the field trying to spot the Snitch as Draco circled in the opposite direction. Ron stood his ground at the goalposts trying to block any potential points made by the Slytherin team. He was pretty rusty but still managed to make a few good plays.

After an hour, the match was tight. 60-50 with Gryffindor in the lead. Harry caught a glimpse of something shiny, sending him in a dive towards the Snitch. Draco immediately noticed Harry's change in direction and shot after him. They bolted through the crisp air attempting to knock each other off their brooms. They swept past the Slytherin goals and Draco ran into Ron as hard as he could, making him lose his balance. When Ron scrambled back on his broom, he left his Keeper position and flew straight towards Draco. The three of them gathered speed and knocked each other around. Murmurs roared in the crowd. Hermione held her breath as she watched through the spaces between her fingers that were covering her eyes.