Here's chapter two!

Also! We forgot to mention, that for the purpose of this story, Oliver is only a year ahead of Draco.

Now on with the story! ^_^

~Electra~

I ran as fast as I could, hoping that I wasn't terribly late. Finally reaching the quidditch pitch quite out of breath, I avoided the angry looks from my teammates. I already knew that they were unhappy. Hell, I wasn't too happy either, I'd never been late for a single practice.
"Sorry I'm late," I said to Draco, the captain of the team, "I got caught up doing some homework and lost track of time,"
He glared at me and handed me my broom, "It's not my problem if you can't keep up with your school work. But if you don't start taking this seriously, we'll find someone who will." I stood for a moment staring at him in disbelief. Was he seriously threatening to kick me off the team? Draco always had a tendency to overplay the whole 'I'm captain so you have to do what I say,' thing but he had never took it to that extreme before.

I knew it was best to just walk, well fly, away and let it go but then my temper boiled over and I just wanted to punch every inch of him that I could. What can I say, I have a bit of a temper.

Shooting him my best glare, I threw my broom to the ground. If Draco thought I was going to let him walk all over me, he had another thing coming.
"You have got to be joking, Malfoy. I'm one of the best players you've got, if not the best. You couldn't replace me if you tried, and you know it, so don't play games with me," I said unable to contain the venom in my tone.
"Well, you won't be the best player on the team if you're late again, Ryker, so keep that in mind. Now take your inflated ego and get your broom in the air," Draco said icily, ignoring the look of pure hatred that I was aiming at him. He gestured to the spot in the grass where I'd left my broom and arched an eyebrow, as if daring me to challenge him.
I poked him hard in the chest, resisting the urge to just strike him, "If anyone has an inflated ego, it's you. Don't you ever dare speak to me like that! I don't care who your father is, it won't do you any good if you've been hexed to oblivion!" I yelled.
Draco smirked, loving the fact that he'd made me lose my temper. It was just a game to him. He was trying to get to me and I had let him win. Guys like Draco were dangerous, they would break you down if you gave them the chance and I had no intention of ever giving Draco that opportunity.
"Hey!" hollered Blaise Zabini from his perch about fifty feet above us, "As touching as this lover's spat is, we have a game to prepare for."
I felt my cheeks turn pink from anger, hating that he was giving Draco even more fuel. I would surely be hearing more from Draco now that he'd had that idea inserted into his mind.

I heaved an angry sigh and bent to pick up my broom. Part of me was still contemplating whether or not to curse Draco and the other part was considering cursing Blaise. It was tough to decide which one of them I was more angry at right now.
"Electra, are you blushing?" Draco asked me with a satisfied grin, his grey eyes sparkled unfairly sending a shock throughout my body. And no that was not my way of saying he has nice eyes!
I felt my insides churn and my cheeks turn even more red, "No, I did not! I have higher standards than that, Malfoy." Then I mounted my broom and flew up to join Blaise. There was so way that I was about to have that conversation with Draco.
"It's cute when you pretend you don't like me," Draco call after me.
I groaned. He really was going to try and play with me. I only hopped that I would be able to maintain my integrity and ignore him. Having strong will wasn't always enough when it came to Draco. If anyone knew how to break a person, it was him.

Huffing a sigh, I made a mental note to be extra careful not to ever let my guard down. Because that's when people always hurt you. And I would never be hurt again.

Later that night I trudged back down to the Slytherin common room, still very annoyed. Only now my body was sore too add to my misery. Stupid Malfoy. He had made sure to drill me the most during practice for my little outburst. Who on earth did he think he was?

I tossed my book bag onto the black plush couch before the fire and sat on the floor, trying to warm my sore limbs and ease some of the pain. Pulling my History of Magic paper from my bag, I began to continue where I had left off this afternoon. Thanks to Binns, I now had a towering assignment to finish, among the other immense stacks of homework from other professors. It was only the start of the school year and I was already buried up to my ears in work, and now had to tread very carefully or I would lose my spot on the team. Times like these I really wished that my best friend was in the same house as me. I really could use her help.
I ignored the other players best I could as they too made their way back. All of them were complaining loudly about being overworked, and for once I agreed with them. Draco not only punished me, but had pushed us all harder than usual because of my tardiness. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

I could feel his eyes on me as he entered the common room, and it chilled me to the bone. He seriously wasn't going to let this go. He's such a prat, I thought to myself.
He tried to make his way over to me, but was intercepted by a very enthusiastic and sickening kiss from Pansy Parkinson. I almost gagged as I watched her wrap herself around him, preventing all possibility of escape. She was such an awful person, and she looked remarkably like a pug, which only added to her horrible and sinister personality.
Draco finally shoved her away, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Serves him right for being such an arse.
"Pansy, would you stop doing that? I told you, we're over. Leave me alone," he said with a sigh, there was no hiding the embarrassment in his tone. It sent me into a fit of silent laughter, earning me quick glare from him.
"How long do you really think you can keep this up, Draco?" she purred as she tried her best to look irresistable, though it only made her look more awkward than before. "I know how you feel about me,"
It seemed that her attempt to be appealing was having the opposite effect. He shoved her away, soon disappearing to his dormitory. Once again I burst into a fit of satisfied laughter, knowing Draco was now as unhappy as I was. Carma's sucks, doesn't it?

Oh, I couldn't wait to tell Izzy about this.

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-Jamie