A/N: This is the first piece of fan fiction that I have ever written. This chapter is supposed to provide a little background and what will eventually lead to the main plot. Reviews are greatly appreciated! I'd love to know what I need to work on, as well as what you readers think.

I was forced to attend a match of what my roommate, Geneva, called "the bloody best sport in the entire universe!" Also known as quidditch. I beg to differ with her. Up until this point, I had never seen a quidditch match that year, and I had my reasons.

Yet, I found the three of usGeneva, our friend Cain, and Isitting huddled in the stands, wrapped in our green and gray-striped scarves. The game was Slytherin versus Gryffindor. This was the only reason why I had gone; even though I wasn't so eager to watch the match, I would certainly enjoy seeing Gryffindor lose.

The players came out onto the field, the Slytherin team greeted by our cheers and screams. Geneva stood and vigorously shook her "KICK ASS, SLYTHERIN" sign, shouting louder than anyone.

"This game will decide who will move up to first place in the championship," Cain explained to me. I rolled my eyes. Like I hadn't heard about what everyone had been talking about for the past week.

Once the game began, Geneva calmed down and sat again. She then mentioned Gryffindor's captain to me.

"You know Hayden Blackwood?" Jabbing her finger into the sky, she pointed up to where he was by the goal posts. I nodded, now watching as he defended a shot by one of the Slytherin chasers.

Of course I knew who Hayden Blackwood was; he was Gryffindor's best quidditch player in ten years, was the kind of athlete who was admired, and sought out by the professional quidditch teams. And, on top of all this, he managed to keep his grades beyond exceptional.

I could clearly remember the first time I saw him: I was a first year. He was a third year. It was during my class's sorting, as a matter of fact.

I remember putting on that damn hat. "SLYTHERIN!" it had yelled, making me wince. I then fake-smiled confidently as I marched toward the Slytherin table. I managed to keep my eyes locked on my new family…that is, until Hayden caught my gaze as I walked passed. It were his eyes that got my attention; they looked so bright and so deep against his summer tan and brown hair. I looked away as soon as I caught myself staring.

I had a crush on Hayden for the first month of school. That changed when I confided with Genevawho was then my only friendabout this. She immediately told me no, Griffindor was the enemy, how could you like a pig like that?

She got me out of liking him. Oh yes she did. So much, in fact, that it left a bruises over my eyebrow and on my jaw that lingered for a month.

I told her I was sorry, that I had no-

"...our team really needs to look out for," Geneva said. I was so absorbed in memory lane that I forgot she was talking to me.

"Yeah," I said, wondering what the first part of her sentence was.

"Blackwood made us lose our last game against those Gryffindor assholes." She made a face. "Ugh, stupid mudblood."

I paid little attention to what she said. Instead I was peering up at Hayden with my binoculars. On top of being a great athlete, I thought, he had good looks that any girl couldn't help but notice. As I watched him, it seemed like his stormy gray eyes were brighter than ever.

My inner voice snapped in. Quit it, London! This is a Gryffindor bloke you're oogling over! Stop staring and watch the damn match.

Quickly, I put down the binoculars, slightly embarrassed and disgusted with myself.

"Yeah, stupid mudblood," I replied to Geneva.

However, to my surprise, I found that I was thrilled when Gryffindor won the game an hour later.