The Strangest Thing
A/N: This starts out in Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione's fifth year at Hogwarts. It
starts out during a Quidditch match. Gryffindor against Slytherin, when a new girl comes
to school.
A/N: I do not own any of these characters, except Malari. Samantha Ishida owns Kerry
Potter, and I have her permission to use Kerry, and not use her as Malfoys girlfriend, like
she was created to be.
" Harry, look! There's a dementor"! Draco called out, to distract Harry.
"What did you do that for?" yelled Harry. "I almost had the snitch, you dolt!"
"Duh," said Draco, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I really want you to get the snitch!
Gryffindor rules! Ha, ha! Not!"
"Hey," said Harry, looking down, "who's that girl that just came onto the
field? She doesn't look familiar."
"I'll bother about her later!" said Draco. He pulled into a sharp dive towards
the ground. Harry pulled down, and followed him. They both sped towards the ground,
turning into blurs of scarlet and green. Out of no where, Draco pulled out of the dive, and
rocketed to the right. Harry tried to pull out, but he was going to fast, and was to near the
ground. He landed with a loud thud.
"And the Wronski Feint is pulled off by Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker!"
Lee Jordan called out. "Of course I wish it had been pulled off by the Gryffindor seeker,
but..."
"Jordan!"
"Sorry, Professor!" Lee looked across the field, and saw Harry climb back onto
his broom --- then he spotted Draco speeding towards a shiny, walnut sized ball with
small wings. Draco smiled broadly, glad that he had beaten out Harry so easily. Hand
outstretched, his fingers closed over the snitch.
"And he has the Snitch!" Lee Jordan called out. "Slytherin wins the match!
Things look bad for Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup this time! What a
disappointment! What a tragedy! What a son of a ----"
"Jordan!"
"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall!"
The transfer student stood up to cheer for the grey eyed boy. She was alone in
cheering. Gryffindor had lost the match...which was her house. Fellow Gryffindors stared
at her like she was a mutant. Rolling their eyes, and muttering under their breath. She sat
down, slightly embarrassed, but silently cheering for the Slytherin boy in her private
thoughts.
Her name was Malari Freleska, and she had transferred that day to Hogwarts
from Durmstrang. Her only friend being Kerry Potter, the cousin of Harry Potter, who
had transferred from Beauxbatons that same year.
The players dismounted their brooms, and exited the field.. Malari saw the
Gryffindors exit the field, but did not follow the Gryffindors to the common room. Instead,
she stayed behind so she could meet the Slytherin boy.
Malari paced around outside the field, and as soon as she got a glimpse of
sparkling green, she dashed across the field.
The Slytherin keeper, Marcus Flint, glared at her, as he walked by with his
broomstick tucked under his arm. The other Slytherin players gave her the sane look as
they walked by. Malari couldn't stop herself from turning a light shade of red underneath
their piercing stares. Malari ignored them as best she could, and waited for all of them to
walk by.
As Draco walked by, she pulled out her wand, pointed it at Draco's school bag,
and whispered, "Accio!" Being hooked over Draco's arm, it tried to pull itself over to
Malari, but wasn't able to come. The bag gave a strong pull towards Malari, and the strap
tore. Draco's bag fell into the mud.
"Oh ----!"
"Draco," warned Flint, "lay off the 'French'!"
"Sorry, Flint," replied Draco. "All you guys go ahead, I need to fix my bag."
"Do you need me to help you fix it, Draco?" asked a very ugly girl hopefully.
"Because I am very advanced at fixing things!"
"No, Pansy, I don't need your help," said Draco. "You go along to the common
room. We're on our way to the Quidditch house cup. I'll bet there is going to be a party,
and I don't think you'd want to miss---"
"Oh, it's okay----"
"Go, Pansy!"
Draco rolled his eyes as Pansy walked away with the other Slytherins,
muttering what sounded a lot like, "When will she listen to me, and face the fact that I
only asked her to the Yule Ball because I didn't want to look like an idiot...?"
Malari stepped out from behind a tree, slipped her wand back into the
pocket of her robes, and looked at him innocently.
"Need some help? I see your bag broke."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Like Marcus says," Malari reminded him, "lay off your French...not that I
don't use it lightly myself, at times."
"I heard about you," said Draco. "You just transferred from Durmstrang. I
heard you were in Gryffindor." He glared at her for a second. "I didn't catch your name."
"Well, maybe that's because I didn't throw it, Draco," she said simply,
shrugging her shoulders.
"Hey, how did you know my name?"
"Oh, I heard your little girlfriend Pansy calling you that. Draco? Doesn't that
mean dragon in some other language?"
"Maybe," he said. "Well, you still didn't answer my question, Gryffindor.
What's your name?"
"I may be a Gryffindor," said Malari cooly, "but that's no excuse to call me
'Gryffindor'. My name is Malari Freleska. I'm a fourth year."
"Fifth year," said Malfoy, not being able to hide a thin smile. "Now are you
going to help me with my bag, or are you going to stand here all day?"
"I...I...eh...er...em...uh..."
"Oh, forget it, just help me get the stuff back into the bag."
Malari leaned down, and started to help him pick up the things that had fallen
in the mud. Malari saw a bottle of red ink on the ground, which was about to leak all over
the grass. Malari reached for it. So did Draco. Malari's hand reached over on top of the ink
bottle, and Draco's came down no less than a second later. Malari whipped her hand
away, and looked up at Draco. Her ears were burning. She could tell she was blushing.
And it was certain, Draco's pale face had more color in it now than it had before.
Malari didn't know what to do. She was just sitting there, staring at Draco,
blushing. Luckily, the bell rang across the school grounds, alerting the students that it
was time for classes to start. Malari picked up her own bag, and raced off to the school
building.
A/N: This starts out in Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione's fifth year at Hogwarts. It
starts out during a Quidditch match. Gryffindor against Slytherin, when a new girl comes
to school.
A/N: I do not own any of these characters, except Malari. Samantha Ishida owns Kerry
Potter, and I have her permission to use Kerry, and not use her as Malfoys girlfriend, like
she was created to be.
" Harry, look! There's a dementor"! Draco called out, to distract Harry.
"What did you do that for?" yelled Harry. "I almost had the snitch, you dolt!"
"Duh," said Draco, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I really want you to get the snitch!
Gryffindor rules! Ha, ha! Not!"
"Hey," said Harry, looking down, "who's that girl that just came onto the
field? She doesn't look familiar."
"I'll bother about her later!" said Draco. He pulled into a sharp dive towards
the ground. Harry pulled down, and followed him. They both sped towards the ground,
turning into blurs of scarlet and green. Out of no where, Draco pulled out of the dive, and
rocketed to the right. Harry tried to pull out, but he was going to fast, and was to near the
ground. He landed with a loud thud.
"And the Wronski Feint is pulled off by Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker!"
Lee Jordan called out. "Of course I wish it had been pulled off by the Gryffindor seeker,
but..."
"Jordan!"
"Sorry, Professor!" Lee looked across the field, and saw Harry climb back onto
his broom --- then he spotted Draco speeding towards a shiny, walnut sized ball with
small wings. Draco smiled broadly, glad that he had beaten out Harry so easily. Hand
outstretched, his fingers closed over the snitch.
"And he has the Snitch!" Lee Jordan called out. "Slytherin wins the match!
Things look bad for Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup this time! What a
disappointment! What a tragedy! What a son of a ----"
"Jordan!"
"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall!"
The transfer student stood up to cheer for the grey eyed boy. She was alone in
cheering. Gryffindor had lost the match...which was her house. Fellow Gryffindors stared
at her like she was a mutant. Rolling their eyes, and muttering under their breath. She sat
down, slightly embarrassed, but silently cheering for the Slytherin boy in her private
thoughts.
Her name was Malari Freleska, and she had transferred that day to Hogwarts
from Durmstrang. Her only friend being Kerry Potter, the cousin of Harry Potter, who
had transferred from Beauxbatons that same year.
The players dismounted their brooms, and exited the field.. Malari saw the
Gryffindors exit the field, but did not follow the Gryffindors to the common room. Instead,
she stayed behind so she could meet the Slytherin boy.
Malari paced around outside the field, and as soon as she got a glimpse of
sparkling green, she dashed across the field.
The Slytherin keeper, Marcus Flint, glared at her, as he walked by with his
broomstick tucked under his arm. The other Slytherin players gave her the sane look as
they walked by. Malari couldn't stop herself from turning a light shade of red underneath
their piercing stares. Malari ignored them as best she could, and waited for all of them to
walk by.
As Draco walked by, she pulled out her wand, pointed it at Draco's school bag,
and whispered, "Accio!" Being hooked over Draco's arm, it tried to pull itself over to
Malari, but wasn't able to come. The bag gave a strong pull towards Malari, and the strap
tore. Draco's bag fell into the mud.
"Oh ----!"
"Draco," warned Flint, "lay off the 'French'!"
"Sorry, Flint," replied Draco. "All you guys go ahead, I need to fix my bag."
"Do you need me to help you fix it, Draco?" asked a very ugly girl hopefully.
"Because I am very advanced at fixing things!"
"No, Pansy, I don't need your help," said Draco. "You go along to the common
room. We're on our way to the Quidditch house cup. I'll bet there is going to be a party,
and I don't think you'd want to miss---"
"Oh, it's okay----"
"Go, Pansy!"
Draco rolled his eyes as Pansy walked away with the other Slytherins,
muttering what sounded a lot like, "When will she listen to me, and face the fact that I
only asked her to the Yule Ball because I didn't want to look like an idiot...?"
Malari stepped out from behind a tree, slipped her wand back into the
pocket of her robes, and looked at him innocently.
"Need some help? I see your bag broke."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Like Marcus says," Malari reminded him, "lay off your French...not that I
don't use it lightly myself, at times."
"I heard about you," said Draco. "You just transferred from Durmstrang. I
heard you were in Gryffindor." He glared at her for a second. "I didn't catch your name."
"Well, maybe that's because I didn't throw it, Draco," she said simply,
shrugging her shoulders.
"Hey, how did you know my name?"
"Oh, I heard your little girlfriend Pansy calling you that. Draco? Doesn't that
mean dragon in some other language?"
"Maybe," he said. "Well, you still didn't answer my question, Gryffindor.
What's your name?"
"I may be a Gryffindor," said Malari cooly, "but that's no excuse to call me
'Gryffindor'. My name is Malari Freleska. I'm a fourth year."
"Fifth year," said Malfoy, not being able to hide a thin smile. "Now are you
going to help me with my bag, or are you going to stand here all day?"
"I...I...eh...er...em...uh..."
"Oh, forget it, just help me get the stuff back into the bag."
Malari leaned down, and started to help him pick up the things that had fallen
in the mud. Malari saw a bottle of red ink on the ground, which was about to leak all over
the grass. Malari reached for it. So did Draco. Malari's hand reached over on top of the ink
bottle, and Draco's came down no less than a second later. Malari whipped her hand
away, and looked up at Draco. Her ears were burning. She could tell she was blushing.
And it was certain, Draco's pale face had more color in it now than it had before.
Malari didn't know what to do. She was just sitting there, staring at Draco,
blushing. Luckily, the bell rang across the school grounds, alerting the students that it
was time for classes to start. Malari picked up her own bag, and raced off to the school
building.