Draco and Hermione woke up early on Saturday. Hermione sleepily looked at the calender. December 4th. 4th...Hermione jumped, and thunked Draco on the head. He jerked up in bed, rubbing his head.

"Owww....'Mione, what the hell?"

"Draco get up! It's the 4th! Cara's Quiddich match is today! We have to get up to the school!"

Hermione began to gather her clothes up. She jumped into the shower, and came out, her hair magically blow-dried. Draco was still in bed, trying to go back to sleep. Hermione shook him.

"Draco, get up." He blew out a loud, fake snore. Hermione sighed. She pulled out her wand.

"[I[Levitus Coverious[/I.]" Draco's blankets were thrown in the air, and he bolted upright in bed, protesting loudly. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You know Hermione, muggles have alarm clocks...not their wives!"

Hermione went out of the room, listening to Draco's cursing. She whipped up some pancakes, and Draco slouched into the room, rubbing his eyes and still muttering. His tostled hair made him look sexy, and Hermione went to him.

"Aww...poor darling...having to get out of bed early to see your own daughter play Quiddich! Someone up there must really hate you!"

She gave him a kiss, which seemed to revive him. She laughed and sat him down to breakfast. Draco cheered up after that, and they both apparated to Hogsmeade.

******

Cara had never been more nervous. She refused to eat anything, and Tony had to force her to drink some tea and eat some toast. She flatly refused anything else, and Tony soon gave up. After a few moments, Cara followed her teammates out to the Ravenclaw Locker Room. Ross gathered them around for a quick pep-talk.

"...ok people, listen up. I expect a big win today. If we win, we're just one match away from the Finals. Now, Slytherin is good, no doubt about that. But I know we're better!"

Cara looked around, and saw that everyone was staring at her.

"WHAT?"

Tommy went over to her.

"Cara, you've got good Seeker blood in you. We're depending on you today. If thing's get bad, we will need you to catch that snitch. Do you think you can do it?"

Cara gulped.

"I...I guess so..." Tommy grinned.

"Alright then...let's mount up team!"

Cara mounted Tony's Firebolt, and it vibrated with energy. The vibrations soothed Cara, and her fears vanished. She flew out into the field with her team, and saw her parents seated next to McGonagall. Hermione and Minerva were in deep conversation, but Draco was looking for Cara. He spotted her, and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled shakily in return, and heard the whistle blown. The game started.

Cara and Tommy's plan was simple: Stay out of the way until you find the Snitch. But lot's of Syltherin's had been at the Ravenclaw tryouts, and they knew how good Cara was. So it came to no surprise to Cara when she was dodgeing bludgers that were constantly being thrown at her.

Maggie and Kristen did their best to protect Cara, and soon, she was left alone. The two Beaters rushed to protect the rest of the team, and also to cause some damage. Cara drew a sigh of relief. It was impossible to concentrate with those two hovering around her.

Suddenly, she saw the Syltherin Seeker speed around the goal-posts. Cara saw what he was chasing. The Snitch! Cara threw herself on her Firebolt and raced off.

Draco had his eyes on the Snitch the whole game, and was glad when Cara noticed it. He smiled broadly as he saw his daughter hurtling towards the Snitch.

Cara had never encountered anyone so bent on winning! The Seeker had tried to knock her off several times, and once, slapped her across the face! Cara growled, and continued to chase him and the Snitch all over the field.

Cara glanced at the scoreboard. They were tied! 50-50! She glared at the Seeker, and shoved his hands away, and grabbed the Snitch. She grabbed it at the nick of time, for the Seeker kicked her, and she plummetted to the ground!

Hermione screamed, and Draco ran out onto the field to where his daughter lay. He had never been so scared in his life. McGonagall was right on Draco's heels, and was next to him in a flash. Kristen had caught the Firebolt, and stood next to Draco. The team surrounded her, waiting for her to make a movement, unsure whether or not to move her.

Cara stirred.

"...did...we...win?" Tommy blew a hard breath of relief, and Draco bent to pick up Cara. The team cheered. Cara looked around, confused.

"Wait honey, let's get you to the hospital wing. Yes, you won, and you won wonderfully." Draco smiled down proudly at his daughter, his only child. Cara smiled back up at him, then fainted.

Madam Pomfrey met them halfway.

"I'll take her Mr. Malfoy. You'd better go collect your wife." Madam Pomfrey took Cara, Tony following closely behind her. Draco turned, and flew hard into the wall as a spell hit him.

"Did you get him?" A cold voice asked.

"Yes Lucius, now help me with him..." Another voice sneered, and Draco opened his eyes briefly to reveal Snape...and his own father.

"...Father..." Draco managed, then fainted dead away.

OK, a nice little cliffie!

Katie