"You ready for the big game today?" Draco asked as he sat down next to me and grabbed the blue berry muffin off my plate.
"Yup." I said as I took it back.
"Aw, come on Cherish." Draco said, "Just one bite."
"You could fit this whole thing in your mouth in one bite." I replied then bit into it
Draco scowled and said, " One small bite."
"No, that would be half my muffin." I said, turning away as he reached over to take the muffin from me, "Get your own."
"There are no more."
"Not my problem."
"Bitch."
I sighed in annoyance as I turned towards him. He scowled at me.
"Do you always have to get what you want?" I asked as I tossed the muffin on the plate he now had in front of him
"Yes." Draco replied then picked up the muffin and bit into it.
--That's why we're just friends, right? You get everything you want, and you don't want me. At least, not how I want you. Sometimes I wonder if you even want to be my friend. Sometimes I think you just want to make sure I don't hurt myself. After all, where would your precious quidditch team be without your star chaser. The only Hogwarts student ever to single handedly score two hundred points in on game.--
"Spoiled brat." I mumbled as I stared down at my plate.
Suddenly I wasn't very hungry. My stomach felt like there were at least fifty butterflies inside of It.
--Why do you have to do this to me? How is it, that even when you're being a jackass you make my heart jump into my throat, and my appetite disappear?…Wow Cherish. That was very moving. You should write a romance novel!--
"I can't wait to kick Potter's ass today." Draco said.
He waited for a reply but I didn't give him one. I just ignored him. The prick had my muffin, he didn't need my attention too. At least, that's what I would have said if anybody had asked why I was ignoring him. Truth be told I was lost in thought, and trying to get rid of the fluttering feeling that lingered in my stomach.
"Don't ignore me Cherish." Draco said angrily as he put his hand on my shoulder, "It's just a muffin."
I narrowed my eyes and looked up at him. His blonde hair had fallen in front of his forehead and he stared at me with those crystal blue eyes. I glared at him dangerously.
--I really don't want to be mad at you Draco. But if I don't, and you leave your hand on my shoulder, I think I'm going to melt.--
"Don't be mad." Draco's annoyed expression softened a little bit as he started to believe I really was mad at him.
I opened my mouth to speak, but a voice said, "Hey Draco. Hey Cherish."
Draco removed his hand from my shoulder and we both looked over at Pansy Parkinson.
"Hey Pansy." Draco said.
He shoved me over a bit to make room for because he was sitting ant the very end of the table. Pansy, Draco, and Cherish. We're basically the Golden Trio of Slytherin. I guess, because of our house colors, you could call us the Silver Trio. Pansy sat next to Draco and he flashed her his famous smirk. Pansy smiled sweetly at him then looked over at me.
"Ready to squash Gryffindor today?" she asked.
--Pansy, you're my best friend, really you are. But why is it that you're the one Draco is interested in, and not me. You've already got the prettiest face in Slytherin, why do you get Draco too? It's a wonder why you aren't the Slytherin Princess.--
"You better believe it." I smiled.
"Oh, sure. Now you're happy." Draco mumbled.
"Well, Pansy didn't steal my muffin." I said.
"I didn't steal it!" he defended.
"Close enough." I mumbled
--I hope you don't stay mad at me Draco. I don't mean to argue with you. But it's the only way to get your attention on me. After all, we can't all be as irresistible as Pansy is in your eyes. Well…I guess that's a good thing or else I'd have a lotmore competition.--
"Oh! Draco, move over. I've gotta sit next to Cherish." Pansy said suddenly, more than likely to keep us from arguing.
Without waiting for Draco to say anything she stood up, then squeezed herself between Draco and I.
--Not only do you do that in an emotional way, but now you're coming between us physically too? Grr…--
"I heard that a certain someone hooked up with Carlos yesterday, again." Pansy said as she nudged my side.
"He's a sweet guy." I shrugged, "And the way he starts speaking Spanish when he…ya know…Es muy sexy!" I giggled.
Pansy laughed and Draco rolled his eyes.
"It is. Carlos-" I started.
"Did someone say my name?" I heard a voice say from behind me, their Spanish accent heavy.
--Oh, I love that accent!--
"Nobody was talking to you Sanchez." Draco snarled.
"Well maybe Cherish wants to." Carlos said, his tone just as nasty.
"Well maybe she doesn't."
"Maybe she does."
"Maybe she doesn't."
"Maybe Cherish should decide." I interrupted.
"I'm only looking out for your best interest." Draco said, his teeth clenched and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Carlos.
--That would be considered being protective of me if Carlos wasn't trying to steal the title of Slytherin Prince from you. It's a well known fact so there's no way you can deny it. You're just defending your name, not me, as usual. Draco, you're my best friend and my first and only crush. I would punch anyone who spoke foul of you in a heartbeat. I've done it before. Why not, just once, could you be that way with me? But…questions won't change what's real, at least what's not real right now. And right now you don't want the aspiring Slytherin Prince to be talking to the Slytherin Princess. If that's the way you want to be, fine. But unless your reason for not wanting him to talk to me is that you're head over heels in love with me I've got some news for you Sweet Cheeks Hehe, I'm talkin' to him!--
"Earth to Cherish." a Spanish voice said as someone tapped my shoulder.
"Huh?" I asked, and Carlos chuckled deeply.
"You zone out a lot." he said.
"Let me guess, you're talking about when you two are in bed, right?" Draco sneered.
--Oh no you didn't!--
"Draco!" I snapped.
"Nope, she's completely focused there. Unlike when she's talking to you. Probably she's thinking about me." Carlos replied.
--Carlos you did not just say that!--
"Carlos!" I snapped.
"Yup, probably thinking about how bad you are in bed." Draco retorted.
"Can we get off the topic of my sex life! Please!" I exclaimed a bit too loudly.
The Great Hall grew noticeably quieter and all eyes seemed to be on me. I blushed, pushed my plate away, then stood up.
"I'll see you guys later." I mumbled as I turned and walked out of the Great Hall.
--Well Cherish, you now have a new item to add to your list of mortifying events--
"Cherish! Wait up!" I heard Carlos call.
I stopped and listened to his footsteps which echoed off the walls of the corridor as he ran to catch up with me.
"What's the rush?" he asked
"I'm trying to escape the embarrassment." I replied.
"You can't be chased by that which can't move unless you choose to bring it with you." Carlos replied
I stared at him strangely before asking, "What does that mean?"
"It means, you can't run from embarrassment because it's not chasing you. It lives in a few moments, and a few moments only. That is, unless you hold on to that embarrassment."
"Where'd you hear that from?"
"I made it up."
"Really?"
He nodded proudly and I smiled at him as we continued to walk in the direction of the Slytherin common room.
I mounted my broom and took off after Draco had shaken hands with Harry Potter. Last year, which was my fifth year we managed to lose to Gryffindor. I was sick on that day. This year I was healthy and ready to whip Gryffindor into dust! My two fellow chasers were a girl named Hannah Market, and a guy named Luther Vain. Rumor has it they had a thing for each other, but that's just a rumor of course. Draco's goons, Crabb and Goyle were the beaters, and the keeper was Blaise Zambini. Draco of course was seeker. The whistle blew, the snitch was released and the game began.
Slytherin was in possession of the quaffle. I flew low underneath the game until I was on the opposite side of the field that I had been on. Luther flew over towards the Gryffindor posts and Hannah zigzagged around Gryffindor players.
"Toadstool!" I shouted as Hannah grew closer to the Gryffindor posts.
Chasers flew to get ready to intercept a pass to Luther. Hannah turned and quickly threw me the quaffle. Before they realized what was going on I flew up and over the game then down right in front of an unguarded post then tossed the quaffle through the hoop. The crowd erupted with applause. Us three chasers quickly high-fived each other then went back to the game. Gryffindor had control of the ball. They moved down the field quickly. I caught up to the chaser closest to me and slammed into the side of them until they finally turned, this caused me to get ahead of them. Hannah flew to the chaser who had just turned and kept him busy. Luther was guarding the chaser without the quaffle and I hurried to catch up to the one holding the quaffle. I managed to fly underneath them. I flew up until I was just under them. I reached up and shoved their foot hard which caused them to do a full flip on their broom. In an attempt not to fall they accidentally let go of the quaffle as they held tightly to their broom. I dove and grabbed it before it fell to the ground then turned and started back down the field. Luther and Hannah held off the two other chasers while I avoided being bumped by the one chasing me. A bludger came deadly close to my broom but I flew higher just in time. I threw the quaffle hard and the keeper just barely missed the save.
--This is going to be one damn good game.--
--Draco Malfoy, I swear if you don't catch that snitch soon I'm going to strangle you.--
The score was Slytherin-300, Gryffindor- 170. Hannah threw the quaffle and the keeper missed the save by a long shot. The crowd clapped, cheered, and booed. Suddenly I heard screaming.
--Somebody found the snitch!--
I looked down below me and saw both Harry and Draco, neck to neck, racing to get the something that seemed invisible to me from way up there. Hannah and Luther had already made their way down the field at this time and even if I did catch up they seemed to have everything under control. I dove down until I was racing along next to Draco.
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco snarled without taking his eyes off the snitch, "Get back up there!"
"I'm helping you." I replied
"How?" he asked, his arm still stretched out, determination set on his face
"Like this." I replied then flew up a bit, then over. When I came down to their level again I was directly in front of Harry. There was a loud crash and both of us went tumbling off of our brooms. I gave a small scream and Harry yelled out. We bother clawed at the air as I fell.
--Well, this isn't working out exactly as planned. But at least Harry's falling too.--
My back hit the ground hard and I got the wind knocked out of me. I sat up as I struggled to breath.
"SLYTHERIN WINS!!!!" a voice shouted
I smiled despite my lack of breath. The Slytherin crowd cheered loudly. I looked over at Harry who was standing up and glaring at me. I smirked at him.
--It's times like this I'm glad Draco taught me his smirk--
I felt a hand on my back and I looked up. Draco was looking down at me. Smirking as usual. He never actually smiled.
"Thanks Cherish." he said.
"No problem." I wheezed as I started to get my breath back
"Are you okay?" he asked, something I couldn't place was in his voice.
--Oh My God! Is he…is he worried about me? I feel like giggling like a love struck school girl. Wait…I am a love struck school girl!--
"Never been better." I replied.
The entire Slytherin house crowded around us. A few guys grabbed Draco and hoisted him onto their shoulders. A few more grabbed me and did the same.
Weeee!
The entire house began singing the song they had made up.
"FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD PRINCE! YES! AND SHE'S A JOLLY GOOD PRINCESS! OH, THESE TO WONDERFUL ROYALTIEEEEEEEEEEES, ARE WHY SLYTHERIN IS THE BEST!"
Oh yes, Being the Slytherin Princess really is a great thing.
