RETROUVAILLE // H. Granger x Male OC (Book 2)

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The atmosphere was electric at the Quidditch World Cup, the stands packed with excited fans waving colorful banners and chanting in unison. Hermione and Draven, hand in hand, navigated their way through the bustling crowd, a sense of anticipation hanging between them. This was not just any outing; it was a date, a chance to spend quality time together away from the pressures of their everyday lives.

"How are you doing, love?" Hermione smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Draven nodded, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm excited and happy, love. And now, to be here with you and supporting Viktor... it's perfect."

They found their seats in the VIP section, their presence quickly acknowledged by the host. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are honored to have with us today the esteemed Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger, and Professor Draven Malfoy from Hogwarts. Let's give them a warm welcome!"

The crowd erupted in applause, and Hermione gave a modest wave, her cheeks flushing slightly. Draven, ever the supportive partner, clapped along, his eyes never leaving her face.

As the match began, the roaring excitement of the crowd enveloped them. Viktor Krum, flying with his characteristic grace and precision, drew cheers and gasps from the spectators. Hermione and Draven watched with rapt attention, the thrill of the game momentarily distracting them from their worries.

During a particularly intense moment, Viktor executed a daring move, narrowly dodging a Bludger and scoring a spectacular goal. The crowd went wild, and Draven leaned closer to Hermione, his voice filled with admiration. "He's incredible. Even after all these years, he's still got it."

Hermione smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "He's always been a phenomenal player. I'm glad we could be here to support him."

At halftime, they took a leisurely stroll around the stadium, mingling with other notable guests and fans. They stopped by a refreshment stand, picking up butterbeers and snacks, and found a quiet spot to enjoy their treats.

"This is nice," Hermione said, taking a sip of her butterbeer. "I feel like we haven't had a chance to just relax and enjoy ourselves in ages."

Draven nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "We needed this. It's been a tough few months, and it's good to get away, even if just for a day."

Hermione reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Thank you for being here with me, Draven. I know things have been difficult, but moments like these remind me of why we keep going."

Draven squeezed her hand, his expression earnest. "We'll get through this, Hermione. Together."

As the second half of the match commenced, they returned to their seats, cheering louder than ever. Viktor's team was in top form, and with each impressive play, the tension and excitement in the stadium grew.

Finally, in a breathtaking conclusion, Viktor caught the Snitch, securing victory for his team. The crowd exploded in cheers, and Hermione and Draven joined in, their voices hoarse from shouting.