How it should have ended

Chapter 8: How it should have end

Draco's POV:
I spotted Hermione in the crowd and smiled. This match would be interesting, noting either Hermione or I would get what we wanted from each other. Potter was flying towards me. Hooch gestured me to come over and after a last quick glance toward Hermione I did.

"Ready for the game gentleman?" Hooch asked.

"Definitely." Potter and I said together.

"Shake each other's hand." I grabbed his hand.

"May the best win, Potter." He nodded towards me.

"May the best win, Malfoy."

We all rose in the air while I started scanning it. Hermione came into my sight and I smirked. I'd better win this game. Not only would it crush Potter's ego but it also would mean I had won the bet and I definitely would enjoy that. My gaze only lingered a second longer on the Gryffindor before I looked further. Blaise already had the Quaffle and ducked Ginny before passing it over to Nott who made a go for it. Weasley missed it and suddenly we were leading. This would be great. Not much happened the next twenty minutes except Slytherin and Gryffindor coming even again, switching in leading from time to time. It wasn't till my eyes went back to Hermione I spotted the snitch. He was hovering in front of her, hidden from the crowd because it was hanging too low for them to see. I quickly lowered myself and sped towards her, giving her a wink. Potter was nowhere to be seen but I could feel his eyes glaring at the back of my head. He probably had spotted the snitch as well. This was almost too easy. Of course, the moment I thought that, the easy part was over and a bludger flew my way, hitting my shoulder and making a loud crush ring in my ears. I winced in pain but didn't stop. To be honest the bludger had hit me in the right angle, making me go even faster and the snitch came closer and closer. I reached out my good hand, sitting on the broom with only the grip of my knees. I knew I would hit the stand the moment I would get the snitch but it was too late now to retreat. My hands closed around the golden snitch and I just had time to smirk proudly before I crushed hard in the stand, only hearing a single voice screaming my name.

"You're a bloody idiot!" Those kind words were the first thing I heard when I opened my eyes. The bushy haired Gryffindor was glaring at me. "Was that bet really so important you had to do a Kamikaze?"

"Really Hermione, I thought you would be glad to see me awake. Wanting to kiss my pain away or something and take care for all my wounds." I mocked the girl. "Not that you would be ranting at me about calligraphy."

"Kamikaze." She said, not pleased at all with my teasing. Really, I don't know what's wrong with this girl. Why wasn't she dying to kiss my pain away? Did that fall turn me into an ugly monster like Weasley? The horror probably was clear on my face because her eyes softened a bit. "You're such an idiot." She muttered. "How are you feeling?"

"I guess I can answer the question 'did it hurt when you fell out of heaven'." I mocked again.

"You know, you're lucky you already are in the hospital wing." She muttered darkly. "Otherwise I would knock you into it myself."

"My, my. Didn't know you liked it rough." I gave her a wink and she scowled.

"I'm done with this. I'll get Madam Pomfrey." She turned around, ready to leave me. I reached out for her and grabbed her hand.

"Wait, don't go."

"Is that what you want for winning the bet?" She was mocking me back, earning a scowl.

"No, I want to use that bet for a bunch of other things." I said, looking her straight into the yes. "But if that really is what it takes to keep you here... Yes."

She looked at me, surprised. She turned around again, facing me fully, and stepped a bit closer. Her hand gently trailed over my temple into my hair before leaving a single kiss on my lips. I was too surprised to do anything so it was over before I could act.

"I promised her I would get her when you woke up. But I promise you I come back." She smiled at me. "And I grant you one other wish." She winked before freeing herself and walking away quickly. I watched her walking and heard her soft voice talking to the medi-witch. As promised she came back for me and gave me a soft smile. "So, what is your single wish?" She asked, sitting down on the chair next to my bed.

"You." Was all I said. She chuckled before standing up again and giving me another kiss. This time I had anticipated on it and cupped her face. She was better than any tranquilizer and a smile formed on my lips. It was even better then I remembered. When we tore apart she smirked at me.

"You know, all you had to do was ask. This is how it should have ended anyway." She winked at me before I pulled her close again and kissing her once more. She was right, like always.

The end