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Chapter 17: Flying Bludgers
"You sure you don't want me there?" Draco asked as he sat at the wheel, facing her.
"Oh I think I'll be fine." Hermione gave him a devilish smile as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Well, let me fulfill your wish now." Draco smiled just as devilishly.
"What?" Hermione barely got out before Draco literally lifted her out of her seat and onto his lap.
Hermione blushed red when she found that she was sitting on him. "What are you… Draco!" Hermione squeaked when Draco's lips softly caressed the side of her neck. "What are you…"
Draco stopped her sentence by placing his lips on hers and making sure to kiss her thoroughly.
Hermione felt so wicked at the moment. Making out with Draco right in front of the Cannons stadium, in his Porsche. Only time situations like this arose was in those Romance books her mom read. They weren't so supposed to happen in real life. But she wasn't complaining.
Hermione ran her hands through his blonde locks as he did the same to hers.
Hermione had to pull back when the need for oxygen had become great.
Draco trailed his kisses down.
Hermione couldn't help but moan. Dear Merlin, she'd never been kissed like this before.
Then she felt nibbling at the juncture of her torso and shoulder. It just made her moan more. Draco went back up and kissed her lips before letting go.
Draco couldn't help but stare at her when he let go. She still had her eyes closed and her breath ragged. Her hair, from his ravaging, gave her the "sex" hair appeal he'd heard from several of his girlfriends before. Her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses. He could feel himself becoming seriously aroused.
"I think I'm definitely ready." Hermione said almost breathlessly.
Ron couldn't help but exaggerate his saves a little, more adding a trick here and there for the paparazzi. He so far had saved all but one save. He was on his game today. The night before. He and Sadie had their first big fight. A really big one. And on none other than the damned Couples of the Year Article. But then they also had make out… he was definitely feeling better today.
The first to notice the beautiful female walking onto the Quidditch pitch was the Seeker. Of course as he was supposed to always be looking around. He stopped in his tracks as he admired the gorgeous figure the female attained.
He flew down, he'd be damned if he didn't be the first one to introduce himself to the beautiful female.
When their seeker had started to descend to the pitch, all the others players followed his figure, wanting to know what was going on. They found it. Soon the other males also began to descend.
At the same time, the reporters all leaned over to see the commotion. Some set their camera's poised to take their perfect pic.
"Hello my fair lady. The names Phillip Letter, is there ANYTHING I could do for you?"
Hermione took her sunglasses off and placed them on her head. "Hello Phil." Hermione smiled as she did so, a light gust blew. Her dress danced in the wind.
Phil couldn't help but rank his eyes over her body. Even though the sweater covered some of the view, the dress still made her smoking hot.
"Phil, it's me." Hermione admonished.
Phil blinked, and then blinked again.
Ron's ears perked as he joined his other teammates in watching Phil with the hot female. He pushed aside a beater and a chaser to get closer to them.
He stopped when he saw them, and then ran.
The paparazzi also heard Letter's exclamation. They all fell into a frenzy. They began to wildly take pictures. Many cursed the fact that they were not allowed to be on the pitch.
"Hermione…" He trailed when he saw her. He glanced down at her shoes. His lips felt suddenly dry. His eyes slowly raked her figure, climbing up. Her long legs looked even longer than ever. He remembered when those legs used to wrap around him. Then he got to the dress. His eyes felt like they were going to bug out. The top of the dress clad her bust delectably. And the ribbon right under her bust… he wanted to undo it, see what it did.
"Ron." Hermione said her soft expression at Phil immediately hardened when she saw her ex-fiancé.
"Draco and I are leaving for our trip. I figured-"
"So that's why you're dressed like a whore."
Hermione stopped her sentence. "What did you just say?"
The other players stared almost outraged at him. He did not just call Hermione Granger a whore. They'd known her as long as they'd known him. And to be honest. They all preferred her over him. Even before she looked like a wet dream.
"Whore. You have ears Hermione. Use them." He said angrily. Taking Draco's words from yesterday.
Hermione waved her hand. All the bludgers in the air stopped in mid air and flew toward her. Then stopped abruptly right in front of her, just hovering.
Ron gulped when he saw that eight bludgers hovered near Hermione.
She waved her hand again. One bludger went whizzing, headed straight at Ron Weasley. "That's for being a stupid jerk."
Ron barely dodged it.
She waved her hand. Another bludge went whizzing. "That's for cheating on me."
The other Cannons watched as the beautiful vixen wandlessly aim bludgers at their keeper. They felt bad for him but there was no way any of them were going to help him. Not only did he deserve it but it was bloody entertaining. And Hermione Granger was bloody sexy to look at when she was angry. They couldn't see why Weasley would cheat on her at all.
"That's for making me waste way too many tears on you."
"That's for sleeping with a woman in her boyfriend's bed." Ron dived to the ground. The bludger missed his head by less than a centimeter.
Eyes from the spectator's widened at the accusation.
"That's for breaking up with me, two weeks before our wedding." The bludger flew right in between his legs.
"That's for breaking my heart in the process."
"That's for kicking me out of MY apartment." Ron was flopping around avoiding the bludger much like Harry did in their second year.
Everyone there had stopped what they were doing and just watched the spectacular sight. The reporters were having a field day as they clicked their cameras away and furiously wrote notes.
"That's for calling me a Whore." Ron had gotten up just to duck again.
The bludger literally brushed his hair.
"This is for," The bludger headed straight to Ron's precious anatomy, but it stopped two inches before it could hit him. It hovered in the air.
Ron took a big gulp of air.
"For giving me the opportunity to be with Draco." The bludger dropped.
Hermione put her hand down. Just as she did so, a strong wind blew. It blew Hermione's hair to the side.
The Cannon's Seeker whistled when he saw the love bite on Hermione's Granger's neck. He wasn't the only one that saw.
"What the hell is that on your neck?" Ron yelled.
Hermione arched her brow at Ron. Then she smiled at him and put her sunglasses back on. "You're right Ron, maybe I am a whore. But look at it like this. I'm Draco's. I'll never be yours…ever."
Hermione turned to walk away as she did so; she threw a set of keys behind her. "You'll need these. These are the new keys to the apartment. Your old keys are worthless. I changed the lock after we broke up. Goodbye and good riddance."
Hermione walked out the stadium. A whole horde of reporters followed her but she ignored them.
Draco leaned against his Porsche. He looked perfectly poised and handsome as the sunlight hit him. The white button up shirt he had on, fit him perfectly. The sleeves were rolled up and one could see his toned arms. The faded muggle jeans he wore, fit him so well, he could've been mistaken for a Levi commercial.
He watched amused as Hermione walked gracefully toward him.
"Let's go." Hermione said, her sunglasses sitting on the tip of her nose before she put them back up.
Draco looked once more at the crowd that had followed them. It was no longer just reporters. The whole Cannon's team had come out too.
"Of course, but first…" Draco took her sunglasses off her. He put them into his back pocket.
Draco grabbed her and kissed her passionately. He moved her so that now she was the one leaning against the car. Hermione was pressed against the car on her backside, and flushed chest to chest with Draco Malfoy. She'd never felt more alive or exhilarated.
Ron was numb as he stared at them. Phil and one of the beaters that was close friends with Hermione, stood on either side of him just in case.
Draco leaned back from the kiss. A huge smile graced his face. Hermione had a similar expression.
A lone reporter stepped out of the crowd. "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy." He said shakily.
Hermione looked over Draco's shoulder at the reporter. Her eyes widened in shock and happiness. "Dennis?" Hermione said standing up straight.
"Hi uh Hermione." Dennis said shakily.
"Oh my gosh." Hermione ducked underneath Draco's arm. "You're so grown up!" Hermione exclaimed as she hugged the young reporter.
Dennis Creevy turned several shades of red. He could feel the glare of the other reporters behind him but he didn't care.
"How are you?" Hermione brushed a stray blonde curl behind his ear.
Draco's jaw tightened and he had to remind himself over and over again the guy was four years younger than him and was just a former friend of Hermione's.
"I'm good. I actually work for the Quibbler."
Hermione's eyes widened in delight. "The Quibbler. You mean Luna's dad?"
Draco straightened up this time. So the kid worked with Luna when she helped out at the paper.
"Oh congrats. Do you like it?"
"Yes, a lot. It's very different."
Hermione laughed. "I bet. Is there anything you need?"
"Um, yeah, I mean yes. Two things actually."
Hermione smiled encouragingly.
"Could I take a picture of you two together?"
Draco opened his mouth but. "Of course." Hermione said before he could say anything.
"Is there any particular position you want us to be in?" Draco tried to keep the growl from his voice. But he apparently didn't so an all great job as the poor kid had paled a little and Hermione elbowed him.
"Well yes. I was wondering if you guys could do what you were doing earlier."
"Making out?" Draco raised his brow as he said this.
The boy turned a bright pink. "N-, no, mean. After that. When you guys were looking at each other like you're the only two people on Earth."
"Oh." Hermione looked at Draco.
"And the other thing Creevy." Draco said.
"Well I just want a quote."
"Of course." Hermione smiled warmly at him.
"About what?" Draco asked as he placed his hands on Hermione's waist.
"Your relationship." Dennis said a lot less nervous now.
"Easy," Draco said. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world. She's mine now Weasel." Draco said not looking at Dennis though. He was looking straight at Ron Weasley.
Ron almost attacked him and would have if his two teammates hadn't been holding him down.