Disclaimer: Hokay so, here's de earth, and stuck in the stupid little place i will not name is me...and then way way way across the ocean is a little place called London...and that is the place where the richest women in the U.K. lives (even richer than the queen, or so i heard on the news)...and she is the owner of Harry and his gang...sigh what i would saw off and sell to be J.K. Rowling...
A/N: this one's kinda long, but it reveals the needed interaction between Draco and Emily. The next one will be a little more dramatic, so just bear with me for now.
Chapter Four
"I refuse to let you go," Harry proclaimed. "If you want to learn to fly me and Ron can teach you. Hell, even Ginny would be better than Malfoy."
"I don't think it's really up to you," Emily replied cooly. "Besides, haven't you ever heard the saying 'keep your friends close but enemies closer?' If I were you, Harry, I would be trying to mend fences with Malfoy, not keeping your distance. You never know what he might let slip in a casual conversation."
And with that she gracefully stood up from the Gryffindor table, pulled her hood over her hair and glidded out the door, leaving Harry and Ron thinking over her words.
Once outside, Emily walked rather quickly out to the quidditch pitch, only to find that no was there. Emily crossed her arms and waited as patiently as she could for her instructer.
Back at the great hall, Draco Malfoy was sitting quietly eating his breakfeast, wondering what excuse he could make so that he could leave without anyone knowing where he was going. If Blaise or Pansy knew he was going to be with a Gryffindor, he'd be treated worse than first years on the first night.
He sighed inwardly. Blaise glanced at him as Draco stood up to leave, silently asking where he was going. "I'm not feeling to well, I think I'm going to go lie down for a while."
Without replying, the rest of the Slytherins went back to whatever it was they were doing as Draco left the great hall and headed towards the open field.
Harry watched from the Gryffindor table with disgust. He couldn't understand why Emily couldn't see the same Malfoy that everyone else saw. The evil person who didn't care for anyone but himself, the person who was cruel and merciless. Maybe she was just blind. He knew what he had to do, he had to be the one to open her eyes.
But why?
Why did he have to show her the kind of person Malfoy was? Why couldn't he just let her see for herself, find out the hardway? But that would make him just as bad as the person he was trying to reveal. He dropped the piece of toast he had been nibbling on onto the plate in front of him. He was exhausted and the thought of protecting Emily only tired him further.
Dumbledore was driving him insane with the talk of the horcruxes. He understood what he had to do, understood what they meant, but the old man wasn't making much sense. He was walking them in circles over and over again and it was wearing Harry down fast. He was faltering in all his classes and he wasn't even bothering with quidditch anymore, allowing Ginny to take over as seeker. Harry Potter was slowly becoming a shell of a person.
Emily hummed to herself as she waited for Draco to arrive. She twirled her wand across her fingers and watched a little bug scurry across the grass. She felt a sudden woosh of air across her right shoulder and a green blur pass by her and out into the quidditch pitch. She rushed forward to see Draco spinning seemingly out of control towards the three goal posts at the other end of the feild.
She smiled as he looped through the tallest one and circled back around so that he was heading in her direction. He landed a few feet in front of her and trotted forward to meet her.
"Hello, Draco," she said. "Have a good breakfeast?"
"It was okay," he replied. "Not nearly as good as the food our elves cook at home, but it will do."
Emily laughed softly, the sound reverberating against the stands. She followed him as he walked to a small shed. He swung the door open, removing an old ratty broom.
"Here," he said, handing the broom to Emily. "You can ride this Clean Sweep to start. It doesn't go that fast, don't worry."
"I'm not scared," she muttered as she carried the broom out to the middle of the pitch, following closley to Draco. "But I would like to ride your broom, it looks much nicer."
He laughed. "Maybe when you've flown a bit first."
He showed he how to mount the broom and how to steer. He informed her the various ways to turn and what to do if she rolled the broom over. He made sure to tell her the different ways to stop and was sure that she knew what to do if she fell off the broom before letting her even touch the wooden handle.
When he did he was impressed, the girl seemed to take in everything he had said. He watched from the grass as she slowly drifted through the air, no trace of fear on her face. She twirled and circled around the entire feild twice before landing in front of Draco again.
"So," she said. "Can I try yours now?"
"Um," I said nervously. "Well, I guess, but take it slow, okay?"
Emily smiled as Draco handed her his shiny broom. She mounted it slowly and stood on the groud for a while before kicking off and soaring into the air. She twirled and rolled, turned and dove, spinning even more wildly than Draco had. He watched her from the ground in awe as she swirled around the goal posts. He watched as she hovered over the middle hoop for just a moment before leaping from the broom in mid air, landing lightly on the top of the hoop. She laughed as she glanced at Draco and saw his mouth hanging open. She soared through the air and landed lightly back in front of the still shocked Draco.
"You're a filthy liar!" he said, trying to be angry but not really succeeding. Her soft laughter was distracting.
"I never said I couldn't fly," she replied sweetly. "I just asked you to teach me to fly like you."
"You still decieved me."
"I'm sorry," she said, looking down at her feet. "But I wanted to talk to you and couldn't think of any other way."
"Why didn't you just talk to me?" Emily flinched back as his voiced raised a little bit.
"Because I'm a Gryffindor and you're a Slytherin, we're not supposed to just talk to each other. Even though I haven't been here that long, I had enough people tell me who I'm not supposed to talk to," she explained.
"And you still wanted to talk to me? Even though Potter surely lectured you on the dangers of being near me?"
"Yes, I believe in finding out things for myself." She smiled as his anger drifted away. "Besides, I usually do what people tell me not to. It makes life more interesting."
He laughed and took his broom from the blonde girl's outstretched hand. "Well now that I already know that you can fly, what are we going to do now?"
"Um," she said, thinking. "You could teach me to play quidditch, that's something I honestly have no clue about."
"I don't know if I can trust you anymore," he joked.
She playfully punched him in the arm. "It's okay, that's what life's about isn't? Learning to trust people."
"Some people can't be trusted." He told her shadily.
She just laughed at him, not seeing the warning in his words. Together they walked back up to the castle.
"What do you have planned for the rest of the day?" Emily asked him curiously.
"Well, I don't really know. Probably just head down the the lake later, that's usually what Slytherins do on Saturday nights." He said, shuffling his feet as the hung around the front doors.
"Ah, sounds like fun." She looked through the doors and saw a group of green and silver clad students walking their way. "I'd better go, wouldn't want you be seen with a lowly Gryffindor."
She walked past him, laying her hand gently on his shoulder, then she was gone.
"Draco," came Blaize's voice. "What were you doing with that loser?"
"Oh," he replied. "She was just asking me how to get to the astronomy tower, so I just pointed her in the opposite direction."
The entire group of cronies laughed. He walked with them back down to the dungeons and into the Slytherin common room, flouncing down onto the couch. Blaize sat down on the other end of the couch and face him.
"I heard she a mudblood." He stated, matter-of-factly.
Draco stared at him, not wanting to believe him, but wanting to hear more. The soaring feeling that he had felt when he watched Emily fly was gone now and was replaced by a sudden sinking feeling.
"What?" he asked.
"Yeah, she a filthy, dirty, mudblo-"
He was cut off by a pillow slamming into his face hard.
"You don't know that for sure." Draco said steemily. He stood up and flew through the common room, slamming the doors the boys dormitory.
"What's got his knickers in a twist?" Blaize asked, rubbing his jaw.
