The Thought Of It All

He kissed her. He actually kissed the dirty little thing. Oh, he felt like puking, not from the kiss but by the fact that he had enjoyed it.

A little too much.

Draco practically memorized the inside of the know-it-alls mouth. It was so warm and she tasted like.....pumpkin juice. One of his favorite drinks.

And now one hour later he was dressing for the Quidditch game, and he'll admit that maybe he wanted to kiss her more. And that slapped she gave him only managed to turn him on more.

Then he realized who she was and chided himself. If his father, no the Dark Lord ever knew that he was having lustful thoughts about a mudblood then he would surely pay. No doubt would they think that he was some how betraying them.

Forget about her. And he did exactly that. He yelled to his team. 'Out on the pitch in 5 minutes.' before leaving himself.

Outside he saw the Gryffindor team out and waiting patiently by Madame Hooch who was waving her wand in there air, securing the Bludgers and Snitch to its case.

Potter and Weasel scowled in his direction and he smirked. Things never change, then he saw Weasel glance up at the Gryffindor stand. Granger was up there, reading. How predictable. Clearly unaware that two boys were staring at her.

Draco snickered. Nothing special about her, Granger and Weasel deserve each other, both inconsequential on this earth. What was he thinking, wanting to kiss her more? For right now, he hadn't despised her more.

His team trudged out behind him and they walked to the corner where the other team was impatiently waiting. Draco and Potter came close to each other, both very much aware of each other and trying to respond in kind.

'Potter, I hope you have a great game out there, hopefully this time you won't fall off your broom,' he said with false cheeriness.

Potter just winced and replied. 'Well at least I actually catch the snitch, not that you would know.'

His team snickered. Draco smiled, an actual smile. For they had a plan, now it wasn't illegal just a tad naughty. Lord, how he loved being naughty.

'We'll see, Potter, we'll see,' he pushed his way through and his team grunted, mounting there brooms, along with the Gryffindor team who talking amongst themselves. They are probably wondering what Draco came up with. Well, they will never know.

'On,' Potter yelled. Everyone mounted there brooms. Madame Hooch put the whistle to her mouth and blew.

They were off, flying into the air. It was a beautiful day, except of course the threatening clouds coming in the distance. It wasn't cold, just windy. Draco looked around, trying to find the snitch, if all went as plan then they would win in no time.

In the distance he saw it, flying just above the Weaselette's head. He grinned, oh what a beautiful day it was. He started flying over when...

'See,' Draco yelled. The chasers then flew over to Harry who was trying to find the snitch as well, and they covered him, acting as though defense. For the wrong team.

'Get the bloody Hell away from me,' Potter screamed at the team that was surrounding him. He dove then, taking everyone by surprise. Suddenly Draco's smile turned into a frown.

The snitch moved past Draco's ear, making take a sharp turn to catch up with it. Then it was gone, he quickly looked at Potter and saw him out and about flying trying in vain to find it.

A half an hour later the score was 50-60 Slytherin. Apparently the Slytherins had gotten better. Well, obviously, Draco was the captain.

He was getting fed up, the snitch was gone, and he was staring at Potter, to get some sort of reaction. Nothing though. Something flew past Weasel, the snitch!

Draco slowly flew closer, trying not to give Potter any doubt or suspicious, when suddenly he backed hard on his broom, hit his thighs on the side and kicked off as hard as he could.

The snitch was right behind Weasel. He knew he got it them, for one glance behind cued that Potter was only just realizing what was going on, and kicking off as well.

Grabbing the snitch with a dragon hide glove, his tail smacked right into Weasel's head, sending them both flying off there brooms. Only a a couple hundred feet off the ground, they didn't manage to land lightly or with any injuries to there bodies.

'Ron,' someone screamed. Draco looked up and spotted Granger running towards Weasel, with tears in her eyes. The Brown girl right on her heels, as well as Potter.

Draco tightened his grip on the snitch and smiled. It dimmed when Granger shot him a glare that send even the evilest scurrying for the forest. He got on his feet, and winced when he moved his shoulder. He had broken his arm, but it was all worth it when he saw Potter's face. Priceless.

'Draco, are you okay?' a team mate yelled over all the chaos that was ensuing on the other side of the pitch.

'Yeah, just need to go to the infirmary. Nothing big. We'll celebrate after,' he muttered. Lord, it felt like he was run over by a hippogriff.

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Later that night, settling himself in the white sheeted bed in the infirmary, he found contentment. His father would be proud the next time he visited the prison.

Explaining to the teachers that he couldn't break on time, they excused his discipline and sent him off with Weasel. Unfortunately, Weasel only managed minor injuries, a broken leg and a couple fingers. Merlin.....how he wished.

'Ron, are you comfortable?' a feminine voice said from across the room. That Brown girl was gushing all over Weasel, while Granger and Potter sat in silence beside him.

Draco was all by himself, as usual. His team visited for a spot but left, saying they were going to take out some firewhiskey and celebrate. Without him, their team captain.

He shrugged. Granger glanced at him and was rewarded with a hand gesture. She scowled and he chuckled. Weasel eyes fastened on him and sent him a death glare. Hehehehe, he loved bugging Weasel.

Madame Hooch was still on his side, mixing another bone-strengthening potion for his arm. It tasted awful but it cured his arm. And he desperately needed to get out and work on the closet again.

He saw Granger get up and walk to the other bed that was covered with a curtain, she pushed it aside and there lay a deathly pale Katie Bell. A boy named Cormac McLaggen filed in, although he was rumored on taking Weasel's place.

Granger snapped back the curtains and silence ascended except for the occasional 'Ron, can I get you something?' and 'Ron, are you comfortable?'

Mcgonagall came in then along with old timer. 'I see you are all doing very well, I'm so glad.'

He looked at Draco and his smiled thinned. Good, he didn't want Dumbledwarf smiling at him anyway. He deserved what was coming to him, for letting mudbloods and blood traitors into this castle you call a school.

'Yes, Professor. All is well,' Weasel said, glaring at he wondered who.

'Good, well we just came to visit to make sure,' his eyes twinkled in the firelight. Merlin, what an old fool.

'Professor Mcgonagall, may I speak to you in private?' Granger's voice called from behind the curtain. She came out and moved forward.

They started talking in hush whispers. Mcgonagall casting that Bell girl looks, while Granger spared him some. He knew it, the little mudblood squealed.

Oh, she would pay. He grinned evilly, and Granger saw, looking perturbed for a moment, then shaking it off.

That's right little girl, cry to mommy, but when she's alone, there won't be anyone to hear her.

A/N: There you go chapter 14. I hope you guys like, I know I was supposed to write chapter 2 of Girl Afraid, and I will. But I honestly couldn't resist another chapter.

Please read and review. If you have comments then just let me know, I am all ears. Except for Hermione being a death eater....... well you never know... (insert evil laughter) well I could do it, but it hurts my throat and I get all flushed. And then my mother thinks I did something dirty....

Shesh don't tell her..

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