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2008 World Cup Championship
Hermione had just kicked off her shoes, uncaring if it was improper to do so in a suite filled with people she only sort of knew. Her ankles were starting to swell and her feet were absolutely killing her. She quickly set a cooling charm on legs from the knees down, sighing in relief.
"Here you are, darling." An arm extended in front of her, plate full of food with lots of gravy and deep fried items.
"Merlin me. I could cry, thank you." She said smiling gratefully at her mother-in-law who took a seat beside her.
"You're welcome. Water is right here too." Narcissa grinned, then politely folded her ankles over one another.
"As far as pregnancies go, I've had nothing to complain about until recently. I don't understand how he could be so calm in my first two trimesters then cause me to go bonkers in the third." Hermione said with a laugh, popping a mini hash brown into her mouth.
"Different for everyone. I was consistently sick until my third trimester with Draco," Narcissa recalled. "Lost a fair amount of weight but once I hit seven months, I was eating everything in sight."
Hermione nodded, wiping her mouth and lifting her body to retrieve her water.
"That's how I feel now. Unfortunately I'm on a real fried food kick. I asked Draco to make me fried green beans the other day and I absolutely hate green beans." She told her, causing her to laugh.
"That was me but with beets. I think I ate beets with nearly every meal in the last month of my pregnancy."
"Wonder what the little bugger will crave by then." Hermione sighed, resting a hand on her exceptionally large belly.
"Only a month left." Narcissa said with a fond smile, eyeing her stomach with such love. Hermione softly grinned.
"Time has flown. I can't believe how much has happened this year already." She replied, feeling emotional at the timeline of her and Draco's life.
They married the year before, just a month before the start of Portree's season. If Draco had it his way, they would have married a year after they were together. Hermione had even caved and allowed him to propose at such an early point—in her mind—of their relationship. She smiled at the memory of their wedding, already quickly approaching the first year anniversary and soon to have a newborn in their lives.
As if sensing his mum was thinking of him, little baby Scorpius sent a sharp jab in her stomach, causing Hermione to readjust in her seat.
"He's kicking. I think Scorpius is ready for the game to get on." Hermione told Narcissa with a laugh, feeling the tiny thumps inside her protruding belly.
"I'm with him. How did Draco seem this morning?" She asked and Hermione smiled knowingly.
"Good. I hope I don't jinx anything when I say this but, I think we're going to win." She said, whispering the last part.
"I think so too." Narcissa nodded happily and quickly smoothed down her white jersey with her surname on the back. She looked almost jittery.
Directly after, the clock went down to zero and the announcer blared through the stands.
"Witches, Wizard and Magical beings from all over, we welcome you to this year's Quidditch World Cup Championship Match featuring England and France!"
Everyone in their suite crowded over to the opening, grasping onto the railings and cheering loudly. Hermione clapped and wooed with Narcissa, Blaise coming up beside them and joining. He tried picking off some of her mini hash browns from her plate, only to be swatted by Narcissa with a glaring look. She snickered at him and only received an eye roll.
"Known the lady my entire life. She saw me naked at five and you'd think she'd slide me just one hashbrown."
Hermione snorted, watching as France's team was announced, refraining from booing when the opposing beater who had some choice words about Draco in the media was announced.
"I overpowered you the second I had a ring on my finger." She retorted with a raised brow and Blaise only rolled his eyes.
"Did you hear what Draco said to the media yesterday?" Blaise asked her and she nodded proudly.
"That he didn't have time to worry about a Frenchman with a short person's complex when there was a World Cup on the line." Hermione replied, paraphrasing her husband's cheeky response.
There was an exciting rivalry between France and England. Some of the players began running their mouths off about how old England's national team was. One of their beaters, a lad that was only a bit taller than Hermione but still quite muscular, made a comment about how Draco is no longer the best Beater in Europe. Her husband, bless him, laughed when it was repeated back to him and handled the media with grace like always.
She could not wait for the show down, knowing Draco liked a little bit of mouthing off for games.
"He's going to beat the shit out of the kid." Blaise laughed and Hermione giggled to agree.
England's team was announced and Hermione felt her eyes well up as some of the familiar faces took their places and waved to the crowd. Reese, Huxley, Emery and surprisingly, Everett all made the national team. The year after they lost to Egypt, Everett took a year away to rehab his body. Now stronger and quicker than thought possible for a seeker his age, he was ready for one final battle for the Cup, and again, was named captain.
When Draco was announced, he waved to the crowd, now more comfortable with his stardom and attention. He accepted the love quidditch brought, no longer questioning if he deserved it or if it would last. He simply took on the responsibility of being a leader to his fans and team.
He turned around on his broom and faced their box, looking directly inside. He kissed his hand three times before waving to them, one for Narcissa, one for her and one for Scorpius. Hermione smiled and waved back, then watched as her husband returned to the line with the rest of his teammates.
Once the game started, it was clear England was going to win. They went up 210-30 in the first hour and France had no answer for their attacks. Not to say Malfoy would ever try to egg on his opponents, but Hermione did notice he was far more vocal with his cheering than she's ever seen. He even laughed when France's beater tried to inconspicuously knock Malfoy off his broom and failed every time. She simply smiled, knowing there were few beaters playing that could jostle him, and a five foot seven frenchman certainly wasn't going to do it.
Draco was dominating the game. In the four years they had been together, he hadn't grown any taller or wider, but certainly stronger. Being a beater now for many years only meant his muscles were finely accustomed to the game and his new body. He was like a brick wall and nobody could break him down.
Just under the hour and a half mark, the snitch was seen. The announcer was giving frantic updates as Everett and France's seeker flew all over the stadium trying to chase it down. Hermione was screaming, bouncing on her swollen ankles as Everett gained on the golden ball.
"He's got it, he's got it." Hermione said, squeezing Narcissa and Blaise's hands far too tightly.
"C'mon Harpole," Blaise said, grimacing as his ascended farther and farther out of sight.
"Oh go on! Catch the fucking snitch!" Narcissa screamed, causing both her and Blaise to snap their heads in supreme shock at the Malfoy matriarch's words.
"Everett Harpole has caught the golden snitch! England wins! England wins!"
Everyone in their suite began screaming, jumping up and down and spraying bottles of champagne everywhere. Hermione hugged Narcissa then felt Blaise wrap them both up in an embrace. They all laughed, cheered and cried, watching as Draco flew right over Everett and threw his arms around him. Everett was still fist pumping in the air, his hand clenched around the snitch.
"C'mon lets get down to the field." Blaise suggested. People with VIP passes were allowed to watch the award ceremony down on the pitch, able to celebrate right there with their loved ones.
Their suite was escorted into a massive lift, taking them down to the main concourse in a few seconds. Hermione was still bouncing up and down, laughing as Blaise sprayed champagne over their group of people. Once the lift opened, they were greeted by security that escorted all of them to stand directly beside the stage that the team was standing on.
Multiple officials were on the stage as well, standing next to the shining World Cup Trophies, the individual medals as well as the Match MVP. Hermione cheered as Bernard Barkin and the International Head for Game and Sports took their place and began announcing the team to receive their medals. The crowd on the field filled out to be more than one hundred guests, family and friends. Hermione looked around, the echoes of cheers and camera flashes dazzling her eyes.
"—Two time captain, two time starting Seeker, number zero; Everett Harpole!" Bernard Barkin announced and Hermione clapped as loud as she could. She watched as Everett walked to receive his medal, hand still clutching the snitch as if to remind himself this was real. He bent down, smiling brightly and shook Barkin's hand and the rest of the officials.
"And lastly, your two time starting Beater, and this year's World Cup MVP, number three; Dracooo Malfoy!"
Hermione screamed in glee as did Narcissa beside her who fell into a fit of cries. Blaise huddled the older woman into his arms, as Hermione tried to jump up and down with her pregnant belly and aching feet.
Draco was shoved around by his teammates, all of them yelling and patting him on the back, not letting him move for a few movements to receive his awards. Hermione was wiping her eyes, tears flowing nonstop and pride filling her like she's never known before. Once he was finally released by his teammates, he approached the officials with one of the biggest smiles she's seen from him.
Bernard shook his hand chaotically and gave him a big hug. Proggs engulfed him, holding him tightly and pounding his fist harshly on his back as he presented him with the MVP award. The Head of International Game and Sports handed Draco a wand, tradition allowing the MVP to offer a few words.
He accepted it tentatively and slowly brought the wand to his neck. As he did, the stadium erupted in cheers. Draco laughed and shook his head.
"I'm entirely humbled I—" He laughed again, looking down at his feet then back at the crowd all cheering for him.
"The years and hours of practice to get here were not easy but damn, it was worth it." He smiled. "I'd like to thank my incredible teammates and all my coaches for pushing us to get here. Having a strong bond like the one our team has is the reason for our success. I love them and I'm a better man because I know them. There's so much more I could say about them but they'd only laugh at me later for saying it."
The stadium laughed, as did his team and Proggs who already yelled out 'soft.' It grew quiet again as Draco looked at his golden trophy of a broom. His shoulders were shaking a bit, a tell tale sign he was struggling not to cry.
"I want to thank my mother, who has been at every game since I started playing quidditch back when I was a scrappy second year." He turned his head, staring right at Narcissa who was still clutching Hermione's hand and wiping Blaise's handkerchief at her eyes. "Your unwavering love and support has kept our family together. I hope I can one day repay you for all you've done for me but I'm not entirely sure that's possible."
Narcissa grinned as she sobbed and sniffled. She waved her handkerchief at Draco as if to shush him and lightly leaned her head on Hermione's shoulder. She grinned down at her mother-in-law and gave her hand a squeeze before turning back to her husband who was now staring at her with very visible tears in his eyes.
"I also want to thank my beautiful wife." He announced and more cheers erupted. Hermione couldn't help but scoff at the applause, finding the cheers so unnecessary. She focused on Draco, finding his face with a soft smile.
"She's kept me together, physically, mentally and emotionally. Not a day goes by where I think I deserve her or her love and yet, she's still here, caring for me and our family in a way that only magic could possibly explain. I love you, Hermione. Thank you for choosing me and sharing this life together."
Hermione touched her stomach, feeling Scorpius kick at that exact moment and mouthed 'I love you' back to him. Draco sniffed, giving her a breathtaking smile before finally turning back to the crowd.
"And lastly, thank you to the fans!" He yelled, pumping the trophy in the air and receiving a choir of roars. "Lets run this back in four years!"
He handed the wand back and joined his teammates, all waiting for Barkin to present the World Cup. Proggs stepped up, shaking hands with Barkin then was handed the massive gold trophy. The crowd cheered, the team jumped up and down yelling with their fans. Proggs walked over to his team and handed the trophy to Everett and Draco, both hoisting it up in the air proudly.
Flashes of cameras went off, the stadium boomed with ricocheting applause and howls. Team pictures were taken on the stage, a lot of hugging was being done making Hermione quickly lose track of her husband. She turned to Blaise and Narcissa, discussing the entryway they'll have to take for family pictures with the trophy and players. Just as she was pointing to the pathway they came from, Blaise touched her arm.
"Incoming," he leaned down to say.
Hermione turned, seeing Draco hop down from the stage and stroll over with a cocky smirk staring right at her. She grinned and began walking to meet him halfway with her arms raised and ready for a massive embrace.
As soon as she was within arms reach, Draco grabbed the back of her head and placed his free hand around her waist. Her arms intertwined around his neck and he leaned down to kiss her passionately. Hermione inhaled his sweaty scent, unable to stop herself from smiling into their kiss. She squealed when he pushed her weight backwards and dipped her, still fusing their lips together.
When she was brought upright, he bent to hug her, burying his face into the side of her neck.
"Congratulations my love. We're so proud of you." She whispered into his ear, softly kissing the shell.
Draco pulled back, grinning down at her with red cheeks and glossy eyes. He laughed and brought his palm to rest on the side of her belly.
"Was he cheering?" He asked and Hermione nodded amused.
"Kicking me every time the announcer said your name." She said and he laughed but affectionately looked down to the roundness of her womb.
"I love you both." He said, looking up at her.
"We love you too." She replied, reaching up on her toes to kiss him again.
Draco tucked her under his arm, walking to where Blaise and his mother stood, both giving them exceptionally long hugs and smiles. As they headed back towards the locker room, all holding hands and at his side, Hermione watched Draco's eyes soak up every second of winning the World Cup. He had a starry gaze over him, one of disbelief and pure bliss and every so often, he'd shake his head like he couldn't believe it was real. And every time he did that, Hermione would squeeze his hand and smile at him to let him know it was.
2012 World Cup Championship
Hermione was bouncing her leg agitatedly, so much so that Scorpius had removed himself from her lap and stood to watch the game. England was fighting for a comeback, down over hundred points and playing against a young and agile Spain. She desperately wanted to believe England would win, but there was something dreadful sinking lower in her stomach every time they couldn't get a stop.
"Darling, if you don't quit bouncing your leg, you're going to put a hole through the floor." Narcissa warned, gently rocking her second grandchild and first granddaughter in her arms. Hermione marveled at how the women, who typically screamed at officials all game, were remaining so calm during this World Cup Championship.
She did stop her leg from bouncing after that, giving Narcissa a look that explained she also agreed with what she was ruefully thinking.
"They're so bloody quick." She muttered, and Narcissa simply hummed in agreement, fixing the jersey that was riding up Juno's belly. Her sleeping toddler was the only one she knew of that could sleep through a World Cup Championship with no silencing charms around her.
"They are still within the margin to win if they catch the snitch." Narcissa reminded her but it didn't do much to ease the tightness inside her chest.
Draco was battling. As relentless as he was, Hermione could easily tell the game was wearing on him. His nerve damage in his one hand was now transferring over to his other. They had spent his off season rehabbing him extensively and even researched possible surgeries to help. She was worried that if he kept playing for another four years, he would lose feeling in his hand completely. While the entire stretch of this playoff season he seemed fine, it was of course in the Championship game that had beat him down the most.
He was trying to do everything again and Spain's beaters were taking advantage, fully exhausting him. There was one bat that was hit so hard across the pitch, that Hermione held her breath and waited to see how Draco reacted. He gave nothing away, and flew to assist one of his chasers to the goal. It wasn't until later that she realized he was only now batting with the opposite hand, refusing to even bat with his dominant one.
That was the first sign this game was going sideways. The second was that both teams seemed to pick up multiple penalties, and while it was a positive that the game was being called fairly, Spain was the only team able to capitalize off the penalties. Lastly, Spain was unbelievably fast. England could over power them, but they weren't as quick and the main reason why they lost their lead.
"Malfoy looks gassed." Everett leaned over to whisper and Hermione nodded frantically. Thankfully Everett and Malfoy remained friends after the former Seeker announced his retirement. Now enjoying his freedom and spending time with his wife, Hermione and Draco saw him frequently. Everett was ecstatic that England had made it back to the World Cup Championship and attended every game with Hermione and their family.
She was thankful someone was being as realistic as her. Fake optimism is not something she could deal with when it came to Quidditch.
"I think his hand gave out too." She said back.
"Come on Daddy! Come on Daddy!" Scorpius cheered, waving his flag in the air as Draco zoomed past them.
Scorpius' cheering gave her a brief reprieve. She smiled at her son, white blonde curls bouncing as he jumped up and down. Draco suddenly stole the quaffle the same time he batted an incoming blunger away. The crowd roared, Hermione clapped and patiently watched as England made a move to Spain's goal. They had a quick goal and she jumped to her feet, bouncing back and forth as she nervously clapped.
"C'mon, c'mon." She mumbled, picking up Scorpius and hosting him on her hip.
"Lets go Clarke! Beat Spain!" Scorpius shouted at one of England's star chasers.
Amanda Clarke scored seconds after and everyone in their box began cheering. Hermione high fived her son and shook her fist in the air. Before they could even finish their cheering, the announcer said the snitch was sighted and Spain was fast after it.
"Oh shit," Everett said, eyes watching Spain's seeker quickly approach.
"Fuck," Hermione mumbled disappointedly, England's seeker way too behind to catch up.
"Mummy!" Scorpius chastised.
"Sorry love, but—"
"Spain wins! The golden snitch is caught by Cristobal Suarez!" The announcer yells.
The air inside their box deflates with the hope of winning a back to back World Cup. Hermione breathes out dejectedly and looks around for Draco. He was hovering, not far from the goals with his hands on his head, panting hard. He looked pained and wouldn't move from the spot he was at.
"Daddy lost." Scorpius said sadly with his pink lips pouting. Hermione softly nodded and kissed his head.
A few of his teammates came flying over, hands patting him on the back and trying to get him to move. Draco hung his head, nodding and followed his teammates back to the ground. They watched from the box as England received their runner up awards before heading back down to their locker room area.
Hermione held onto Scorpius' hand, Narcissa still holding Juno who had finally woken up and seemed to be whining for her dad. Hermione tried to coo her but knew the sound was meant for Draco.
"He'll be here soon my sweet." Narcissa mumbled into her toddler's head, trying to keep her calm.
Players finally began coming through the tunnel, heading directly to their families. Scorpius slipped out of Hermione's grip and sprinted towards Draco the second he saw him. Draco picked him up immediately, his son hugging him around his neck. Hermione saw him crack a thankful smile as he neared.
Hermione gave him an apologetic look as he stood in front of her. She raised up on her toes and quickly kissed him on the lips.
"Hi," she quietly said and tightly hugged him around the waist. He said nothing, only holding her close and resting his head on top of hers. She slammed her eyes shut, the weight of the game finally hitting her and feeling Draco's sadness seep out. A few tears leaked out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry daddy. I really thought you'd win." Scorpius whispered, Hermione barely being able to hear him.
His tiny voice only made more tears flow down her cheeks. She had no idea what he was thinking but there was something inside her that thought that maybe, this would be his final World Cup played.
"Thanks Scorp." He quietly muttered, lifting his head to kiss his son on the cheek. Hermione finally pulled away and wiped her cheeks, allowing him to greet the others.
Narcissa placed Juno in his arms who immediately stopped fussing and whining. She laid her head over his shoulder and began sucking her thumb. Narcissa then gave him a hug as best she could while he held the kids. He carefully bent down and allowed his mother to kiss him on the cheek and say her apologies.
"I'll shower quickly and meet you by the floo, yeah?" Draco said, looking at Hermione. She nodded and opened her arms for Juno. Before he passed her to her mother, he kissed her soft baby curls and tiredly explained he'd be right back. Juno still fussed while Hermione pried her away and Scorpius was set down soon after.
Draco planted a kiss on Hermione's lips, then left for the locker room. It was silent amongst their small group of friends and family. Everett and Blaise both looked at each other with similar expressions. Hermione couldn't suppress the thought she had earlier.
"I'm sad now. I really wanted daddy to win." Scorpius said, leaning on Hermione's free arm.
"I know, love," she replied, placing her hand over his wavy hair, "but he played his hardest and led his team well. We can be proud of him for that."
Scorpius was fast asleep cuddled up on Draco's side. Juno had gone to bed hours ago and now it was only her and Draco still up. He was acting positively odd the entire night. Sadness of course followed him around but there was something else. He seemed rather calm about the results of the game, even if he was shouldering a lot of it.
Now as the two laid in bed, Hermione gently massaging his hand and him quietly watching the telly, she was ready to ask him his thoughts of the match. But he broke the silence first.
"I don't think I can keep playing."
She paused kneading his palm. Slowly lowered their hands and interlinked their fingers as she gathered her thoughts. Hermione turned to him on the bed, seeing his face blank and eyes thoughtful.
"Why do you say that?" She questioned him, wanting to explain all his thoughts and emotions before she gave her input and opinions.
"Not right away, but I think I have two solid years left in me. I've been in the leagues for eleven years already but my body is telling me it's been longer. I just—" He moved his head, looking at Scorpius and tenderly running his fingertips through the waves. Hermione let him continue, allowing him to find the words that were hard to admit.
"I'm worried I'll get hurt further. My hands are already bad as is and I don't want to do further damage to them. I still want to be able to hold Juno by the time I'm done playing."
Hermione's heart clenched painfully. Draco constantly worried about his performance as a father. He often apologized for being away a lot while she was pregnant with Scorpius and tried to come home as often as he could during his toddler years. Since Juno's arrival, he's been granted a veteran contract and able to have far more off days in season. He admitted he felt guilty for not quitting quidditch as the kids were newborns, but Hermione had repeatedly told him there was no harm done.
As much as their kids missed Draco while he was away, they never once voiced their own negative emotions at his job. Scorpius loved when they would travel with him and they still had long summers together. But now with his physical health not the sharpest, she could understand why all his feelings were crashing together. Perhaps it was time.
"Is it your body? Or is it your head?" She asked quietly, trying to remain as neutral as possible.
Draco gave her a look, clearly annoyed that she wasn't immediately agreeing with him that it was time to hang it up.
"It's both, you know it is."
Hermione made a face.
"Have you talked about this with anyone else yet?"
He shook his head no. She took a big, steadying breath and closed her eyes.
"Medically speaking, I think…yes you have two years left at the very maximum. Your hand hasn't shown improvement in years and now that they're both decreasing in strength and movement, I don't think it would be wise to keep playing."
Draco looked at her, eyes tired from the day. The gray in them still looked as bright as ever to her. He had some smile lines around them and his face looked older, but he retained the exact same charming and knowing smile that made her grin back with flutters in her stomach like they were back in the training room all those years again.
"And then your opinion as my wife and mother of my children?" He asked expectantly with that grin. Hermione couldn't help but scoff, somewhat amused that he was impatiently pushing her for an answer. She brought the back of his hand up to her lips and kissed it a few times. Her smile slowly slipped off her face as a serious expression took over.
"Of course I'd be happy for you to retire. Scorpius will be at Hogwarts in a blink and Juno is already getting so big. It would be nice for all of us to come home to each other. And I know this goes without saying but I need to say it anyways; I want you to do whatever feels right. Mentally, physically and emotionally."
Draco swallowed, faintly grinning as he looked back to Scorpius and then to Juno sleeping in her small little bed. Suddenly, his eyes filled with tears and he choked out a laugh. Hermione raised on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her chest.
"I love quidditch. It's given me…everything. I-I think I'm ready to say goodbye to it but it feels so—wrong." He told her, tightly holding his arm around her waist. Hermione kissed his crown, softly petting his cheek with her thumb.
"See how you feel after next year. I don't know if it will ever feel right to leave something you love, but it's not going anywhere. You'll simply be moving on to experience the game in a new way. Scorpius and Juno will play, they're both too active not to." She said lightly, feeling him faintly huff at the joke. "You've given quidditch a lot in return, don't forget. Your time, energy, health. Perhaps in your retirement, you'll find something new to give it to you. But whenever that day comes, you'll have your family and friends standing by your side, supporting you through it all."
Draco heaved his head up, resting his forehead on hers. Hermione cupped his face and rubbed away the wetness on his cheeks. She too couldn't help but cry. This was their life, it's what brought them together. Saying goodbye felt like leaving an old friend behind.
"I love you. I love you so much and I will always wonder how I managed to convince you to marry me." He said, leaning to kiss her deeply.
"It's your body, obviously." She joked, words pressed up against his mouth to capture his noise of protest. She slowly gave him shorter kisses, eventually pulling away to stare at him in his eyes.
"I'm with you always, and I am so proud of every aspect of your life."
His eyebrows creased briefly and he shook his head before leaning in to kiss her once more. The two settled against the headboard, Hermione with her arm wrapped around a tired and soon to be fast asleep Draco. Scorpius still wrapped into his side. She looked at her husband and children, faintly smiling to herself as she appreciated every single moment that led her right there.
2030 World Cup Championship
"Juno Granger-Malfoy has spotted the golden snitch! The young seeker is off!"
Hermione's heart thudded throbbingly fast as she watched her daughter fly into the blue of the sky.
"Dalton is going to catch up." Scorpius muttered from beside her and his youngest sister quickly thwacked him in the chest just as Hermione did.
"Shut up!" They both said, eyes still peeled on watching Juno chase the ball everywhere.
Scorpius, standing as tall as Draco now, barely moved from their hits and continued watching through the omnioculars.
"There he is, he's trailing a couple meters behind still." Scorpius said to them, detailing where the opposing seeker was in relation to Juno.
"The snitch takes a sharp dive to the left, Granger-Malfoy still out of reach!" The announcer yelled.
"Come on Juno!" Ara screamed, "Grab the fucker!"
Hermione was too anxious to scold her fifteen year old. Excitement and passion wasn't to be scolded in a moment like this. And she wouldn't dare look away from her eldest daughter just seconds away from winning her first World Cup.
"Lets go, c'mon June, c'mon June." Scorpius mumbled beside her, bouncing on his feet.
"Speed it up June! Come on, don't pussy foot around! End this thing!" Ara yelled, emitting an ear splitting whistle as she jumped up and down in their box.
Hermione was as still as the dead. The sounds of the stadium began to fade into white noise, humming lowly in her ear. Her children yelling next to her sounded far away, stretching more distant as the moments passed by. She balled her fists up, muscles cramping from how tight they were.
"Dalton is still a meter away as Granger-Malfoy approaches the snitch!" The announcer yelled and the crown boomed louder.
Juno leaned further down on her broom and stretched out her arm. Hermione held her breath, seconds stretching into hours.
"Come on, Juno," She whispered to herself, "You can do it, love."
Fingertips grazed fluttering wings, and with a last second leap off her broom, a solid fist enclosed around the snitch. Tight and secure.
Juno Granger-Malfoy has just won her first World Cup as one of the youngest seeker's ever in the history of quidditch.
Hermione raised her fists in the air and began screaming at the top of her lungs. Ara and Scorpius were jumping up and down, shaking each other and their mother as they watched their sister circle the stadium with a smile that could light the night time.
Juno flew to her teammates, hugging them all as they flew down to the ground. As soon as her feet landed, she sprinted into the arms of her coach. He swept her off her feet, spinning her round and smiling as bright as he did the day she was born.
Draco kept her in his arms after he set her back down on the ground. The magi-screen showing their embrace. Hermione, Scorpius and Ara all watched as coach and player, father and daughter, experienced their first ever win together. They both sobbed in each other's arms, sharing a special moment that would be stamped in their hearts forever.
Draco kissed Juno's head, curls flying out of her braid from the game. She nestled under her father's arm and sighed with a content smile. The two of them then turned to the box where Hermione, Scorpius and Ara stood and shook their fists in the air as they cheered.
The three of them screamed together. Hermione blew them kisses as she wiped her eyes and grabbed her two other children next to her. Ara was screaming for her sister, Scorpius whistling for them both as he tried to conceal his own tears. Hermione stared right at Draco, a massive smile on her face.
He returned the same expression, and a single thought was passed between them as love beamed from their eyes.
Look at our beautiful life.