Enemy Seduction: Dramione

New Quidditch Player

Quick Note: I know that Oliver Wood plays Keeper in the books, but here I'm going to say he's a Beater.

"Oh man, I'm so excited to beat the Slytherins today!" Ron exclaimed with a grin as the trio were making their way into the Great Hall.

Chatter filled the grand room everywhere. Even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were staring at the Quidditch players expectantly, as if waiting for a fight to break out before the game begins.

"You excited to watch me score some goals, Hermione?" Zack asked as he sat down at the table with the trio.

"I'll keep an eye out!" Hermione said, glad her friends were all thrilled about the game. Truth be told, she didn't really care much about who won, but she sure didn't want the obnoxious Slytherins to win. They would be hearing that for days if they did win.

"Bad news," George Weasley came over with Fred and took a seat.

"Oh now, what is it?" Ron asked, holding his breath.

"Wood is in detention for the game from Snape." Fred finished, looking pale.

"No!" Harry nearly yelled and looked around the Great Hall to confirm what has been said.

"I know. No captain, and we don't know what to do for our best Beater," George said.

"Well this is just great. First, Angelina gets put into detention for the game. Then, Katie. Now, Wood! This is unfair! We should tell McGonagall!" Harry says, as he madly takes a sip of his water.

"We already tried," Fred said with a frown. "She says that school comes first."

"Oh how convenient that Snape puts our three best players in detention on our biggest game of the year," Ron says dryly.

"Well, what are we going to do about our missing players?" Zack says with a surprising tone of no dullness. Mostly anxiousness.

"We're going to have to have sub ins," George says.

"And we're not allowed to take platers from other Houses," Fred adds with a moan.

"So, we have Neville. Remilda. Colin Creevy..."

"They all don't play Quidditch, though!" Ron raged.

"It's all we got. Unless you wan to forfeit and let the Slytherins have the satisfaction of thinking we're backing out.." George says.

"Well, we're not doing that." Harry states firmly.

"I have an idea," Zack bursts in.

All heads turn to him, ready to hear anything.

Zack clears his throat, "Since we know Creevy won't be much use..how about Hermione?"

Hermione started to flush as all the boys looked at her, considering.

"What? That's ridiculous! Harry! Ron! Tell them I don't play!" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Actually, Hermione, you did play at the Burrow for fun that one time and you weren't half bad!" Ron says and George and Fred nod in agreement.

"Hermione! You're our new Beater for today!" George says with a grin.

"No! I'll make a fool out of myself and our House!" She protests with determination.

"I'll go tell McGonagall!" Fred says and the twins get up and leave, satisfied.

As soon as the leave, Hermione turns towards Zack, angrily. "Why would you do that?"

"What? I believe in you! Besides, we're way better off with you than Romilda!"

Hermione huffed, knowing that there was no way out of this. Do it for your friends, she thought.

Harry gave Hermione a change of red robes for the game and she felt ridiculous in them. She was using Oliver Wood's broomstick. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too wild.

After Harry and Ron were telling her exactly what to do when she gets out there, Hermione was starting to feel more confident. Her best friends were making her feel better about this unreal situation. She inwardly laughed that she was more scared of playing Quidditch than getting past a three headed dog.

"Ready for the game, 'Mione?" Zack asked and the team watched her.

"I think so! Let's cream the Slytherins!" She exclaimed and everyone yelled in agreement and excitement to begin the game.

I can't believe I'm doing this, I can't believe I'm doing this, I can't believe I'm doing this, Hermione thought as she flew up above the group with everyone else.

She felt like everyone was staring at her, and that's because they were. Conversation was building through the stadium and chants were forming.

Zack gave her a thumbs up and Hermione swallowed as the ref came over.

She couldn't help it. Hermione looked across the pitch and saw Draco Malfoy laughing and pointing at her. She wanted to stick her broomstick up his-

Hermione, you can do this, she interrupted her rude thoughts.

"Granger, when they say you can be anything you want to be, they don't mean a Quidditch player!" Draco yelled across the field and Hermione gave him a dirty look.

The Slytherins started laughing and Harry said, "Don't worry, Hermione. You'll do great."

TWEET! The whistle blows and everyone is moving. Hermione, startled, decides to go on the opposite side of the field. Alicia passes the ball to Hermione and she's about 100% sure she's going to drop it. Instead, it hits the edge of her hand and Hermione soars across the field, unsure of what she's going to do next.

"Go Hermione!" Ron yells and Hermione passes it back to Alicia who makes a goal.

"Woo-hoo!" Harry yells and Alicia congratulates her on her great assist.

The Slytherins grumble something and make a comeback. They score and it starts to go back and forth.

The game is about to end and everyone is anxious, at the edge of their seats. Alicia has the ball and is zooming past. Hermione tries to be in line with her on the opposite side, in case she needs to receive the ball.

Malfoy comes over and blocks her.

Hermione tries to get out of his block, but can't. She's locked.

"Get out of the way, Malfoy," Hermione says with as much venom as she can.

He smirks. "Why? So you can prove to everyone that not only are you a know-it-all but a Quidditch star too?"

She huffs and zooms past him, only to have Malfoy following her on her tail.

"Who even got you to come here anyways? I'll bet all my money it was that stupid Gryffindork you are always all over."

Hermione turned to face him, giving him a death stare. "He happens to have a name and he's also your-"

Before Hermione could finish that sentence, she felt something heavy going into her stomach and being knocked off her broom. Zack, who was watching, saw this and swooshed down before she hit the ground.

The crowd went absolutely silent and Ron and Harry rushed to go down and see Hermione.

"Hermione! Are you okay?" Harry asked and bent down.

"She needs to be taken to the hospital wing," Madam Hooch informed and had Harry and Ron take her.

"And as for you, Mister Malfoy," Madam Pooch glared her eyes at him, "Professor Dumbledore would like to have a word with you in his office. Now."