Never A Keeper

Shut Up And Kiss Me

Harry and Ron sat in the lower stand, half way up on the South Side of the stadium.

The two teams were being announced , each name the recipient of tumultuous applause.

They clutched butterbeers in one hand, a stick of blue candyfloss in the other.

Harry was smart casual, in a linen cream blazer, grey shirt and charcoal jeans. He sported a light stubble which was starting to grey ever so slightly.

Ron on the other hand was completely casual, opting for his Chudley cannons Orange sweater and red joggers, which clashed with his hair. He'd let it grow long over the last few months and it was now down the nape of his neck. He too sported stubble like Harry, but it was heavier and unkempt.

'Where's Hermione?' Harry asked, raising his voice over the bellowing pre-match music which blasted around the stadium through fat speakers.

Ron shrugged.

'Sent her to get drinks.' He said, looking down at his watch.

That was almost thirty minutes ago.

'Maybe she's got lost. He added.'

Although this did not seem likely. Hermione had never got lost before.

Harry looked wearily at him.

'You didn't have another row when you got here did you?' He asked.

Ron shook his head. The noise in the stadium was reaching deafening levels.

'I'll go and look for her, he shouted to Harry. Pointing his arms in the direction of the nearest exit.

Harry raised his hand in acknowledgement and watched his friend leave.

*

Meanwhile, Draco and Hermione were hitting it off. Draco, to Hermione's astonishment was a particularly eager listener, making her feel appreciated for the first time in ages.

They were now almost nose to nose, their eyes already flushed with a subtle pink from the alcohol.

Hermione grabbed Draco's forearm affectionately. His body melted at her touch.

'I see you've been working out.' She said, a look of impressive longing in her eyes. He was fit and she knew it.

Draco inclined his head.

'Maybe a little.' He said, happy for the compliment but chosing not to sound big headed.

Hermione was shocked at this modesty. She smiled at him tapping a playful finger on his chest.

'Since when has Draco Malfoy passed up an opportunity to enflate his ego?'

Draco laughed but he was apologetic.

'I was such an A-hole wasn't I?'

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

'You were a humongous A-hole Draco.'

Draco seemed to take this statement on the chin.

'Fairly put Granger, I had it coming.'

He raised his hands in mocked surrender.

'Go on take a hit'. He said. His eyes locking onto hers.

'What?' Hermione said half amused half perplexed.

'You can have a free hit. Let's see if that right hook of yours is still as good.'

There was a pause. The sexual tension was hitting new levels between them. Draco eyeing Hermione's lips, Hermione drawn to his striking blue eyes.

'Go on, I'll let you.' He said, whispering the words. His tone sounded enticing.

He made her feel giddy.

'All right then.' She said. Working herself up for the hit.

Malfoy eyed her raised fist with only mild apprehension.

'Go on Granger, I want you to give me your best.'

Hermione smiled. She thrust out a short jab but she wasn't committed and Draco caught it with ease. Her hand receded at his touch. She felt weak.

The force of the movement had made her fall into him and he'd caught her. She felt the strength of his muscles supporting her.

'Was that your best punch Granger?' Draco said.

Hermione raised her head.

'No. She said.

They could feel each others breath on their skin.

'I got off lightly.'

'You did.'

Draco smiled broadly.

'I can count myself lucky.'

'Very,' Hermione said faintly.

'Draco.'

'Yeah?'

'Just shut up and kiss me.'