Just a regular day at Hogwarts where Hermione reluctantly watches Draco in a Quidditch Match against Ravenclaw and gives him a surprise gift at the end.

Hermione had been surprised but pleased by her mother’s letter.

She now knew that Harry had the Invisibility Cloak...

...getting said cloak, however...

Draco had been busy this week with Quidditch practice, the upcoming match against Ravenclaw was this Saturday. Hermione wasn’t exactly a huge fan of Quidditch although she did enjoy watching her wizard, in his Quidditch gear riding around on his broom. She had taken Draco’s Jersey from last year, and that was what she wore most nights when she went to bed.

She hadn’t worn it for him...yet.

She figured she’d save that surprise for when Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup in early June.

Studying with Zacharias Smith and Cho Chang had actually gone better than Hermione had anticipated. The Head Girl seemed to have gotten over whatever her issues were after Christmas. The two hadn’t talked about it directly, but at least Cho was polite, if not overly friendly. Smith on the other hand, was not subtle at all with his interest. He always made sure to sit a bit too close in the library and whenever they ran through problems, he would lean over her shoulder in an overtly familiar way. She didn’t encourage him, and eventually decided to ignore it.

She caught Cho giving her a funny look during one study session that seemed almost amused by Hermione’s discomfort. But she just subtly shook her head and rolled her eyes when Zacharias wasn’t looking, causing Cho to actually smile.

Hermione had initially decided to ask Narcissa to talk to Kreacher to see if Harry had the cloak, but now that she knew for certain he had it, she needed to figure out a way to get it. Her mum had said that Harry used it often to sneak to Ravenclaw tower to see the Head Girl, so during their study session that Thursday evening, she decided to try and see if she could get some information from Cho about how and when Harry made it a point to come and see her.

“How’s the Head Girl duties coming along with Quidditch? I can’t imagine playing seeker and having all the additional responsibilities you do.” Hermione asked quietly, when Zacharias went to the stacks to search for a book.

Cho shrugged. “It’s fine. Honestly, there’s a lot of delegating being Head. You’ll be Head Girl next year, it’s not too terribly time consuming. Being a prefect as you are, you’ll have no problem with it.”

“How are things with Harry? I see you two hanging out quite a bit. Are you officially dating?”

Cho smiled softly. “Yes. We’ve been dating most of the year and his godfather Sirius is very nice.”

“I’ve met Sirius. He does seem like a character. My mum and him dated in school. They were both in Gryffindor.”

Cho’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know that.”

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, they had lunch this week too. After everything my mum’s been through, it’s nice to see her reconnect with old friends.”

Placing her pen down on the table, Cho leant forward and whispered, “Harry plans on sending a formal letter of intent to my parents after we graduate.”

Hermione smiled widely. “That’s brilliant, Cho. Harry seems like such a genuine guy. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Draco and I being in the same house is convenient, but how do you and Harry get to see each other being in different houses?”

“Harry has an Invisibility Cloak. It’s a family heirloom. He uses it every Thursday and Friday night to sneak into the Head Girls Dorms in Ravenclaw tower so we can spend some time together.”

“Seriously? Harry has an Invisibility Cloak?” Hermione giggled softly. “Oh, wait a minute! My mum did mention something about his dad having a cloak of some kind when they were in school together. Apparently Sirius used it to, and I quote, to prowl around the castle meeting up with birds.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Shaking her head fondly, Cho smiled. “Sirius is quite the Casanova, according to Harry. But from what Harry’s told me, he still carries a torch for your mum.”

Hermione bowed her head in embarrassment. “Yeah—my mom shared with me a bit about she and Sirius history. It was before she got together with my Father.”

“How did that happen by the way? Your mum and dad?”

“They’re mated. It’s a family thing with the McKinnon family, so I can’t really get much into it.”

“Oh....” Cho’s voice fell away awkwardly. “Well, that makes sense, I suppose.”

Zacharias returned at that moment, and the two young witches went back to their homework, but Hermione now at least had an idea when and where she could find the cloak.

She just needed to come up with a plan on how to get it.

When Saturday finally arrived, all of Slytherin House was excited for the Quidditch Match. Gryffindor had beaten Hufflepuff earlier in the year with Hufflepuff having not won a single Quidditch Match all season. Ravenclaw had lost to Gryffindor and Slytherin had beaten Gryffindor, but just barely. Cormac McClaggan, Gryffindor’s keeper, had been hit in the head with a bludger early on in the game leaving Gryffindor in the hands of their back-up keeper...Ronald Weasley.

What a fiasco that had been, and Slytherin had been far enough ahead that when Potter caught the snitch, Slytherin still won by 20 points.

If Slytherin won this match, they’d play Gryffindor for the Quidditch Cup in early June. Draco was determined to win the cup this year for Slytherin, being denied it for the last several years.

Draco was a far better flyer than Harry, at least in Hermione’s opinion. Lord Black had bought Harry a Firebolt end of third year and it had made the playing field a bit uneven so she had taken it upon herself to purchase Draco his very own Firebolt, but hadn’t given it to him yet. She felt that Slytherin would win the match against Ravenclaw easily and she would surprise him with it after the game. He would have two months to practice with the broom, enough time to be able to go toe to toe with Harry Potter.

When Saturday came, Hermione was dressed in her Slytherin jumper, her grey pea coat and was wearing Draco’s scarf. Blaise was a chaser for Slytherin, along with Vaisey. Crabbe and Goyle were beaters, Bletchley was the Keeper, with Draco playing Seeker. The Slytherin team was sitting together at the Breakfast table going over some last minute strategy when Hermione entered the Great Hall and sat down next to Daphne.

“I see you’re ready for the big game today?” Daphne smiled at her friend.

“Mmmhmmm,” Hermione said, “I promised Draco that I would be there, cheering him on. I would much rather be spending my day reading, but I’m trying to be a supportive girlfriend.”

Daphne giggled. “Well, I’m sure he will show his appreciation after they’ve won the match.”

“We’ll see.”

The two friends finished their breakfast in silence until Draco came over and kissed Hermione on the top of her head in greeting.

“Morning, my love. Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes, handsome, I slept just fine. Do me a favor today? Catch the snitch quickly so I can go back to studying.”

Draco chuckled while Daphne just shook her head at her best friend’s antics.

“I will do my very best, love. Chang is a decent Seeker, but I think we should win this match fairly quickly.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Hermione eyed her intended, who just gave her a kiss and left with the other players for the Quidditch Pitch.

When the Great Hall had thinned out, Hermione and Daphne headed down to the pitch, heading up to the Slytherin stands where Theo was waiting with seats.

“Hey, Theo.” Daphne smiled in greeting.

“Hey, Daph...you guys ready for the big game?”

Hermione grimaced but quickly masked her expression into one of cool politeness.

“As long as it doesn’t take half the day, I’m good. I know you both love Quidditch, but I really don’t like the sport. It’s far too brutal.”

Theo chuckled. “I don’t know. I’ve read up a bit on some of those Muggle sports...Rugby, Football...they all seem a bit brutal to me.”

Hermione’s head whipped over at Theo gobsmacked. “Well...yes, they are. I didn’t know you were familiar with Muggle sports.”

Theo shrugged. “Just a bit. I saw a Muggle sports magazine that Dean Thomas had left in the library one afternoon in third year. I picked it up and read a bit.”

“Ah, Muggle sports can be fairly brutal too. I was never much of a sports fan growing up.”

“Yeah, I could see that about you.” Theo’s grin was playful and Hermione just shook her head at him reprovingly.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, as I’m sure you meant it as such.”

“Whatever makes you not want to hex me, Hermione.”

“It’s touch and go, Nott.”

All three Slytherin’s chuckled to each other and watched as the players got ready for the game to start. Hermione’s gaze filtered over to Draco, who was watching her with a lopsided grin on his face. When their eyes locked, he winked which caused Hermione to blow him a kiss playfully.

Daphne groaned in disgust while Theo just shook his head at how pathetically lovesick his best mate and intended were.

“You two need to get a room.” Daphne bit out sarcastically.

“That’s the plan after the game, Greengrass. You seriously need to owl Corban and make some plans for over the Easter Hols! Maybe if you do that, you’ll stop living vicariously through me.”

Daphne shook her head at her best friend. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that Corban and I already have plans for the break.”

“Oooh, where are you going?”

“He won’t tell ,me as it’s supposed to be a surprise and I’m trying to be mature and not barrage him with questions I know he won’t answer. So I am patiently waiting.”

“Sounds fair, I suppose.” Hermione smiled at her friend. “Hogsmeade is next weekend before break. We should go do some shopping.”

“Good idea.”

Just then, Madam Hooch’s whistle sounded and the Quidditch Match got underway. The balls were released into the air and Hermione watched as Draco zoomed away with Cho following close behind.

The match seemed to last forever and when Draco finally caught the snitch at nearly two hours in, the final score was Slytherin 310, Ravenclaw 180.

The Slytherin stands were in a frenzy over their team winning the game, setting up a final match with Gryffindor in a couple months. Draco was being congratulated by his teammates before they all headed into the Slytherin locker rooms to get cleaned up. Hermione and Daphne were making their way back to the castle, when Hermione saw Harry Potter standing off to the side of the Ravenclaw locker rooms, apparently waiting for Cho to emerge. She waved and nodded politely, and Harry returned the gesture.

“You seem a bit friendlier with Potter these days?” Daphne queried.

“I’ve been studying with Cho for Arithmancy and she and Potter are exclusive.”

“Really?” Daphne asked. “I’ve seen them together a bit, but I didn’t know they were serious about each other.”

“I think it is. But Cho is graduating this year and Harry still has another year to go, so I suppose anything is possible.”

The conversation changed to something else and soon the two witches found themselves back inside the Slytherin Common Room. Nagini was curled up by the fireplace and Crookshanks was no where to be found.

When Hermione entered, the room was fairly quiet, but she knew that would be changing shortly.

“Nagini,” Hermione hissed at her familiar, “there is going to be a rather large party in the common room in a bit....perhaps it might be a good idea for you to stay up in my dorm room.”

“Fine...Nagini will go.”

Hermione watched her friend move out of the common room and upstairs.

Sitting by the fireplace, it didn’t take long for the common room to fill up with students. House elves brought in food, butter beer and firewhiskey for the older students. When Draco and his teammates finally entered the common room, everybody started cheering for them like they were some sort of conquering heroes. She rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

She didn’t get very much farther into it when a hand grabbed the book and set it down, and she was instantly re-shifted on her betrothed’s lap. He placed soft gentle kisses on her neck as Hermione giggled.

“Congratulations on winning the game, handsome.”

Draco growled playfully and nipped Hermione’s ear softly. “As if there was any doubt that we’d win today.”

“Of course not.” She bit back playfully.

Draco tilted her head to his and kissed her breathless. “Thank you for coming and watching today love. I know you abhor Quidditch, so it meant a lot to me for you to come watch me play.”

“I was happy to support you. Actually,” Hermione grinned impishly, “I have a gift for you.”

Draco perked up and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Will I like this gift?”

Hermione smacked his chest and laughed. “Yes...but it’s not that kind of gift. Seriously, do you only think about sex and Quidditch?”

“Is that a problem? You make it sound like that is some sort of a problem.”

“Nevermind.” Hermione smiled and reached into her beaded bag and pulled out a wrapped box.

She then stood up and enlarged it before she handed it to her intended.

Draco’s gaze caught hers as his eyes radiated with excitement and curiosity. Soon the room hushed, everyone looking at the pair of them wondering what was in the large green and silver box.

“Hey, whatcha got there, Malfoy?” Avery walked over with Bletchley and Vaisey in tow.

“I don’t know, Avery? Maybe you should let me open it first, so I can see for myself.”

Avery glared, but Draco just grinned at his witch, ripping up the paper and opening the box. When he saw what was in the box his eyes widened and he looked back at his witch with such raw emotion, Hermione couldn’t help but smile widely.

Draco pulled out the newest Firebolt broom from the box, to the astonished looks of everyone within the common room.

“Bloody hell, mate,” Blaise came over and instinctively reached for the broom, but stopped when Draco glared at him. “Is that what I think it is?”

Turning his gaze back to his witch, he just sputtered out inelegantly, “How?”

“Well,” she began, “since I know nothing about brooms and even less about Quidditch, I owled Viktor, and he was kind enough to make a few suggestions for the perfect broom. Harry’s broom has Birch twigs which give him more power when ascending, but yours have hazel twigs which offers greater precision in turning. Harry’s handle, from what I was able to learn is made solely of ebony, while this one consists of a superfine ash core...making the broom slightly lighter in weight and therefore, has a better balance to weight ratio. It makes the broom more responsive and agile.”

Draco’s jaw dropped open and then he moved over to his witch and kissed her passionately, to the cheers of everyone within the room.

“How did you do this? I tried to order one last year and the goblins who help manufacture them had gone out on strike, so there was a significant delay on the iron parts for the brooms. They told me it could be several years before I’d get one.”

Hermione grinned mischievously. “Well...that’s an interesting story. Randolph Spudmore went to school with my mum and apparently, he had a bit of a thing for her back then. When I owled him and told him who I was, he was more than happy to have this one made for me.”

Draco laughed. “Of course he was.”

“I’ll admit, it’s never really sat well with me that Harry and Gryffindor have had an unfair advantage these past few years. Now you’ll be playing on a even field with Harry, so it will come down to whom really is the better flyer—better Seeker. So? You better not lose against Gryffindor, or I will set that infernal broom on fire in effigy.”

Laughter and cheers filled the room as Draco grabbed his witch and kissed her in front of everyone.

“Merlin, I love you, witch.”

“Back at you, handsome.”