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I watched her curiously as she wandered through the halls. I hadn't ever seen her before. Which was odd, because I walked that part of Hogwarts almost every day. She stopped some days and spoke with someone, it took me a while to figure out she was speaking with a timid house elf. I couldn't ever go up and talk to her, I couldn't bear to interrupt her rapt conversation with the shaking creature. But I watched.

She was more timid back then, in her second year. She stuck close to her housemates, and even closer to Cedric Diggory. The two had been inseparable since the first school term of the year prior.

She never saw me, though. Probably for the better. It would have come across a little creepy, I'm sure, if she had looked up and found me sitting there behind a pillar, or on a staircase not too far from her.

Abigail Hedridge remained a mystery to me for quite a few years. Her being a Hufflepuff and myself being a Slytherin, I would have been mocked for ages.

I was sure, during my forth year, and her third, that if I just found a way to talk to her, I would either get over it, or she would fall madly in love with me. So I stole her cat, Smithers.

I had had enough experience with cats, having one of my own, to lure it out of wherever it had gotten to. So I snatched it. I hid outside the kitchens, a place cats were often being booted out of, and waited, bowl of cream in hand. It only took an hour or so. I managed to catch the tabby cat and shove him in a bag. I then hid in the Great Hall, and waited some more. She stormed in not ten minutes later than I had arrived.

"Give him back!" She screamed, her hair, which was long then, flew out around her heart shaped face.

I smirked at her, which was a bad idea. She flew at me, wand out. The only reason she didn't get a chance to attack was because Cedric, her wonderful knight in shinning armor, came running and pulled her back.

Emmet, my closest friend since we were four, who had known about my plan, sauntered into the Hall, biting into an apple and grinning at me. I had had detention for a week.

I would have been fine to keep pining pathetically over Abigail for the next year or so, if it weren't for Emmet.

"Really, Farris," He muttered to me over a bowl of his favorite breakfast, too-dry oatmeal with raisins. He shoveled another heaping spoonful into his mouth before continuing. "You should just talk to her. She's in my potions class, you nitwit, I could introduce you to her. She's actually quite nice."

My mouth went dry. "No. I'll speak with her in my own time. And don't call me a nitwit, you idiot."

He grinned a lazy grin at me before meandering off to his table. I shrug off his odd behavior. Honestly, I don't know who was more shocked when he was sorted into Ravenclaw, myself or him.

There was a painful jab in my shoulder, and I spun around to face my housemates immediately.

Hannah Mernel, a first year, looked at me pointedly. "He's right." she whispered, her tiny hand gripping her fork tighter than before.

"Oh, about what?" I asked, my voice raising an octave higher, teasing her. It worked, and she giggled.

"You like-" She glanced around conspiratorial, checking for unwanted ears. I assumed she found no threats, because she leaned across the table and said, "A Hufflepuff."

"And how would you know that?" I grinned at her, showing my crooked teeth.

"Any girl with eyes can see it. Emmet was right, you are a nitwit." She shook her small head from side to side, bleach-blond curls bouncing.

"Don't you need to get to class or something, you obnoxious child?" I asked as I forced more food into my mouth. Her smile reappeared, and she leaned over the table once more, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before joining her friends, Madeline and Heather, on their way to Herbology.

I pushed my plate away from me, disregarding the un-eaten food. I stood and left the Dining Hall, pushing through the flood of kids in the doorway.

I made my way to my classes throughout the day, barely looking up unless I heard someone say my name. I breathed a sigh of relief when Emmet stepped next to me on my way towards the Quidditch field.

"Are you watching?" I asked.

"Yeah, I asked someone to watch with me, that alright?" His eyes slid to my face, and I flinched.

"God, why?" I whined. Under normal circumstances, pretty girls seeing me in my quidditch uniform, doing what I do best, watching me boss around a group of muddied boys, would get me through the day. But then all I wanted to do was hide.

"'Cause you're a pansy, that's why. You weren't going to ask her to watch. And don't worry, I told her I was working on a paper about the hormone changes quidditch causes in you males and needed a female companion to track the difference." He grinned proudly.

"For a Ravenclaw, you're not very intelligent." I said, walking into the locker room. Emmet grumbled but didn't argue.

"I'm going to the bleachers, Abigail said she'd wait for me there. Even volunteered to sit with me in the Ravenclaw section. Such a sweetheart, honestly." A flamboyant grin crossed his face as he spun on his heel and left.

By the time I was changed and ready for practice, Emmet was seated comfortably close to Abigail, one of his long arms wrapped around her shoulders. She looked content, and I knew Emmet was trying to piss me off. It worked.

I grabbed a broom and launched myself into the air. My team quickly followed.

"Alright!" I bellowed. Every eye on the field turned to me. "We have a game against Hufflepuff at the end of this week!" I was suddenly acutely aware of the girl behind me in the bleachers, but I couldn't sound soft in front of my team. "We could use the easy win before we play Griffindor, but I expect you to play like you mean it! And that means no babies in practice! If I hear a single, "but, Numble!", or "it hurts!" I will make you play with the Hufflepuffs!"

There was a chuckle form the group of boys in front of me.

"What are you waiting for?! Play!" My voice echoed around the almost empty stadium. I could hear Emmet a little, his deep voice bounced around the almost empty stadium.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"Yes, he did, but I don't mind. Gives me more drive to fight harder in practice. More reason to give it my all on game day." Abigail replied, her voice sharp.

I forgot that Abigail was the Hufflepuff beater. Crap. How was I supposed to play against her? How in hell could I stay focused with her yelling out to her teammates and-

My thought were cut short by Emmet, who's voice echoed out to me.

"Move, you idiot! You're a Beater!" Why he felt the need to remind me of the position I played on my own team I'd never understand. Or at least, I thought I wouldn't. My answer can a second later, when a bludger hit me in the stomach. I slipped from my broom, I didn't even bother to brace for impact.

I landed hard on my back, but I guess I should be grateful. I could have landed on my neck. So much for good first impressions.