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Hermione's lack of finesse in the air was slowing her down. Every time she tried to make a shot, Daphne blocked it, and Hermione wasn't quick enough to get it before it hit the ground.

Jeers from Pansy and Millicent rang through the empty quidditch pitch as she had to lean over, exposing her backside, over and over again, to pick up the red ball from the field below.

Hermione was getting annoyed by now. Everything she had previously read in "Quidditch Through the Ages" about being a Chaser wasn't helping!

It also wasn't helping that she could feel the wind rush past her naked body as she soared through the air... Every breeze was turning her on, distracting her from her goal.

She then stalled in the air, deciding to think for a moment. She had used her senses to determine where the ball was going before, and that Daphne had been able to distract her with insults... Perhaps if she played with that same strategy?

She made a beeline towards the left goalpost. "Hey, Daphne! How's it feel to know your sister snogged Malfoy!"

"Excuse me?!" Daphne spluttered. Hermione threw the quaffle towards not the left goalpost, but the right one and... It went through!

Daphne turned to the falling quaffle. "Oh, very clever, Mudblood!"

Hermione knew she might pay for that insult later. Between insulting Daphne's family and reminding Pansy about her ex-boyfriend may be painful in the long run, but it was worth it for now. She decided to go for the silent approach again, but this time, she would have to feint.

Hermione began swerving from side to side, up and down, every which way. Daphne was so focused on where Hermione was heading that she hadn't noticed the angle of Hermione's bare arm as it threw the quaffle into the center post as she went right.

Daphne let out a frustrated cry as Hermione went to pick up the quaffle again, the boos from Millicent and Pansy echoing through the stadium.

Hermione held back a moment. Daphne knew that she had figured out feinting fairly well... So Hermione had an idea... It might be the kind of idea Ron would have, but it just might work!

Hermione made a curve toward the left goalpost. Daphne prepared to move. As Hermione threw the quaffle, Daphne swooped to block the center goalpost, as the quaffle went through the left!

"Ha!" Hermione shouted triumphantly, returning to the center of the pitch! She had known that if Daphne was expecting another feint, the one thing she would not expect was a forward attempt with no sort of trickery!

As she dismounted her broom near the chest containing the rest of the quidditch supplies, she slipped slightly on the broomstick. Looking down, she saw that she was letting out a lot of juice... She hoped that she wouldn't end up slipping off...