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Chapter 21

Excitement buzzed through the air as the day of the Quidditch Final arrived at Hogwarts. The stands were packed with eager spectators, their anticipation palpable. Hermione stood among them, her eyes fixed on the field where the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams prepared for the most crucial match of the season.

As the players took their positions, Hermione couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Gone were the days of bitter rivalry and animosity; instead, she found herself genuinely cheering for Draco, her once foe turned ally.

The whistle blew, and the game began. The Quaffle flew through the air, players soared on their brooms, and the cheers from the crowd echoed through the stadium. Hermione's heart raced with each pass, each daring dive, as she watched Draco display his skill and determination.

"Go, Draco!" Hermione found herself shouting, her voice merging with the thunderous roar of the crowd. Her support for him felt natural, a testament to the bond they had formed over time.

Draco, too, seemed to sense Hermione's unwavering support. His eyes briefly met hers from across the field, a flicker of gratitude in his gaze before he refocused on the game.

The match was intense, with both teams fiercely competing for victory. Bludgers whizzed past, narrowly missing players, while the Seekers searched for the elusive Golden Snitch. It was a display of skill, strategy, and unwavering determination.

Time seemed to both speed up and slow down as the match reached its climax. Gryffindor and Slytherin were neck and neck, their scores locked in a tight battle. Every play, every pass held the potential to sway the outcome.

And then, in a breathtaking moment, Draco soared high into the air, his eyes locked on the Golden Snitch. Hermione's heart leaped with anticipation as she watched him dive, narrowly missing it. The crowd held its breath, the tension almost tangible.

But then, with a surge of determination, Draco angled his broom once more, his fingers outstretched. The stadium erupted into cheers as he clenched the Snitch in his hand, sealing the victory for Slytherin.

Hermione's face lit up with a radiant smile as she joined the chorus of applause. She felt a swell of pride not just for Draco's skill but for the triumph they had achieved together.

When Draco landed on the field, he was immediately enveloped in a wave of celebration. His teammates hoisted him up on their shoulders, chanting his name. Hermione fought her way through the crowd, her eyes meeting Draco's as she reached him.

"You did it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "Congratulations!"

Draco's eyes sparkled with a mix of exhilaration and gratitude. "Thank you," he replied, a hint of awe in his voice. "I couldn't have done it without the team's support... and yours."

In that moment, Hermione felt a surge of warmth. It wasn't just about the victory; it was about the shared achievement, the camaraderie that had formed between them. They had overcome their differences and found common ground, and it was a cause for celebration.

As they stood amidst the jubilant crowd, Hermione and Draco exchanged a nod of mutual respect. The Quidditch Final had not only showcased their abilities on the field but also the evolution of their relationship—from rivals to allies.

To be continued...

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