Sophie managed to get a good sleep that night. That kiss floated in and out of her dreams, leaving her totally content and happy, able to drift off into a peaceful slumber.
It was Saturday morning, the day of the Quidditch final. Slytherin versus Gryffindor. This was going to good.
Sophie entered the great hall. There was a loud buzz of excited chat and she could smell the delicious food, and sat down to help herself to a piece of toast.
She looked up from the Slytherin table as the Gryffindor team entered; they all looked pale and nervous. Sophie caught Fred's eye, he was white as a ghost under his freckles, but still smiled weakly at her.
Only ten minutes later the Gryffindor team stood up and left, Sophie noticed that Fred lagged behind slightly, and was sure he gave her a significant look before he left the great hall.
Sophie jumped up and hurried out into the entrance hall. Fred was waiting by the doors, and gave another weak smile.
"Don't be nervous, Fred," she said, "You'll do fine."
"That doesn't matter just now," Fred replied, looking preoccupied, "I have something for you."
He pulled out of his pocket a small bracelet, it was made of thick red and gold thread and he tied it around her wrist.
"I know you can't go around openly supporting Gryffindor," he began, "but, it shows your support subtly."
He looked into Sophie's eyes, clearly unsure of her reaction and afraid that she was going to rip it off and say she had been lying about supporting Gryffindor, but she didn't. She looked right back into Fred's perfect face, and kissed him, gently and quickly.
"I love it." She whispered.
Fred smiled for real this time, then whipped around at the sound of his name, and saw George, his twin brother, beckoning him to get a move on, from down near the Quidditch pitch. Fred turned back to Sophie, about to apologise for having to go, but she interrupted him, and told him to go down, he smiled again and left. Sophie watched him, longingly. She wanted desperately to still be in his arms, to still be kissing him.
"How touching," came a teasing and drawling voice from behind her, she spun round to see Draco Malfoy, looking like Christmas had come early and he alone had received presents, "Sophie's fallen in love with a blood-traitor."
"Shut Up Malfoy." Sophie spat through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists.
A crowd had formed, encircling Sophie and Draco, now they were the centre of attention.
"Just imagine the disgusting, blood traitor babies you would have together." Malfoy continued.
Sophie took a step forward, rage pulsing through her.
"One more word Malfoy, I dare you." She retorted menacingly.
"What is going on here?" A sharp voice to Sophie's left said, it was Professor Snape, "is there a problem?"
"Not at all, Sir." Draco replied innocently, smirking at Sophie's expression.
"Then move along, all of you, out to the Quidditch pitch." Snape demanded.
Sophie walked down to the Quidditch pitch, rage still coursing through her blood like venom. She sat herself beside her best friend Deandrea Beatay. They had met on their first ever trip on the Hogwarts express and they had been friends ever since. Deandrea had chocolate brown hair, she was a bit smaller than Sophie, with pretty chestnut brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin. She had been pleased to find that Deandrea didn't like her parents' pureblood obsession either.
"What's up with you?" Deandrea asks, seeing Sophie's heated face and noticing her fast, sharp breathing, as if she had just run a mile.
"Malfoy being stupid." She explained, and Deandrea nodded and told her just to ignore him, they'd be shot of him soon enough.
"You do realise this is the first time we've talked since Thursday morning!" Deandrea exclaims, "We have so much catching up to do!"
"We certainly do." Sophie agreed with a grin, but couldn't elaborate as the teams had just shot into the air. To Sophie's delight Malfoy was looking even paler than usual, his nerves were showing.
"I heard a rumour," Deandrea started, "that you go out with Fred Weasley."
"Well, yes," Sophie replied, feeling her face go red, "W-we've kissed and um, he gave me this…"
Sophie held out her wrist to show Deandrea the bracelet Fred had given her.
"That's so unbelievably cute!" Deandrea squealed.
"Shut up." Sophie retorted.
The match got more and more violent. Sophie was biting her nails, staring at Fred, hoping against hope that he would be alright, that nothing would happen to him.
Not a moment too soon Potter caught the snitch and Gryffindor won the cup. In the rush of excitement, no one cast a second glance for the only two Slytherins that had run onto the pitch. Fred found Sophie and gave her an excited, passionate kiss, which left Sophie light-headed and giddy.
"Sophie, come here." Came Draco Malfoy's drawling voice yet again from behind her. He looked really annoyed and disappointed; evidently outraged he'd just lost when he'd been so close.
"What do you want?" She snapped at him.
"Temper, Temper Sophie," Malfoy chided, "I merely wanted to congratulate you on your new boyfriend, your mother will be so pleased to find out, wait until I write her…"
"You wouldn't dare." Sophie spat, her hand in her robes, clutched tightly round her wand.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Draco threatened, "Wait till I tell your mother how you've been kissing him in public and denouncing your noble pureblood heritage."
Sophie drew her wand, but Malfoy was too quick. His spell hit her hard in the face and she was blasted backwards into the crowd of celebrating Gryffindors, who all jumped back, and were suddenly silent, staring at Sophie's limp body. She heard yelling, someone was saying her name, begging for her to be alright, she tried to tell them she was fine, but her voice wasn't working. She tried to move any part of her body, but again, she couldn't, then suddenly her eyes went black and her hearing died.
Sophie awoke hours later in the hospital wing. She tried to open her eyes, but they were too heavy. She could feel a large turban of bandages wound around her head and a strange amount of pressure on her hand. But, her hand hadn't been hit by that curse. Also, her bed was tilting to the left, as if something was weighing it down. Sophie finally opened her eyes. It was inky black and she could only make out shadows. Although, now she could plainly see that Fred was leaning on her bed, sitting on a chair, he must have dosed off and slumped forwards, resting his head on the edge of her bed.
Sophie prodded him awake.
"Hmm, what?" Fred murmured, sleepily, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sophie replied, "but I thought you'd be cold and uncomfortable, get under the covers."
Sophie moved over and he climbed into her bed and put his arms protectively around her. He kissed the top of her head before falling back asleep. She listened to his soft, slow breathing and took in his warm, sweet scent. This, she thought is perfection, before she too drifted off to sleep.
Author's note… Well, thanks for reading the third chapter, I don't really do long more than one chapter stories often, but I hope you're enjoying this so far. Thanks again for reading, review please, I'd love to hear from you!