I kknow I said it'd be out yesterday, but I got distracted and ended up going to see Shrek Forever After! Which btw is AMAZING!
So here's the next chapter and I'll get the next one out today too hopefully x
Romilda had been humming a song for a while now, and she'd even sung it around us, making me get it stuck in my head. I headed down to the common room singing to myself and bobbin my head. "I think I should know, how, to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints..." I sang softly as I danced around the common room, ignoring looks I was getting from the other students in there.
"Typical," Harry's voice sounded, making me turn to see him by the bulletin board with, "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."
"Say what now?" I asked, stopping dead before going over to them. My eyes landed on the notice telling us that we had flying lessons starting on Thursday, with Slytherin. "Aww, damn."
"You don't know you'll make a fool of yourself," Ron told him reasonably, "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." I nodded quickly.
"No worries," I teased, "If you fall off, I'll catch you!" I smiled brightly as he chuckled and shook his head at me.
"Sure ya will," he laughed before draping his arm over my shoulders and leading me out of the common room, Ron just behind us.
We ate breakfast in silence, me picking at my food, not really hungry and Harry looking worried again. Biting my lip, I opened my mouth to say something, but I was interrupted when the loud squawk let me know the post was here.
My head snapped up, and I saw my, midnight black, owl 'Leo' and grinned. He landed elegantly in front of me with a small package in his beak and a letter strapped to his leg. "Hey boy," I cooed as I stroked his chest and took the package and note, he cooed back before taking a drink from my goblet of water and flying off.
"Who're they from?" Ron asked curiously as he opened his weekly letter from Molly. I opened the note and grinned at the handwriting.
"From Bill," I replied, reading it over, "He's in Dubai now." I opened the package and a large smile broke across my face. Inside was an elegant, wooden, box but inside that was a silver bracelet with emeralds.
"He bought you that?" Ron hissed incredulously.
"Found it," I laughed, "Early birthday present cause he won't see me this year."
"Oh, my god," I hear from behind me, I turned to see Romilda, Lavender, Pavati and Pavati's twin Padma.
"That is gorgeous," Romilda commented as I tried to clip it around my wrist. I smiled at her and the quartet walked away.
Huffing again, I failed to close the clasp only for another set of hands to take over. I looked away from the emerald stones, up into a set of emerald eyes as Harry smiled brightly at me. "Thanks," I muttered, biting my lip slightly.
He just smiled again and turned back to his breakfast, I could feel my cheeks heating up as I turned to my food. Ron caught my eye and smirked making me glare slightly at him. My eyes fell on Neville, who was concentrating on a remembrall that had turned red. He was obviously trying to remember what he'd forgotten.
A flash of blond made me look up to see Malfoy and his goons passing, only they didn't carry on walking, Malfoy snatched Neville's remembrall from him. Either side of me, Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, but McGonagall was there in an instant.
"What's going on?" she snapped as I pulled the two boys back down.
"Malfoy's got Neville's remembrall, Professor," I replied simply.
Malfoy scowled at me before dropping it back on the table, "Just looking," he muttered before walking off with Crabbe and Goyle.
"We should have hit him," Ron hissed making me smirk slightly and shake my head, my eyes were set on my blond cousin who was sat at the Slytherin table again. "Why not?"
"Because we need to get him with something sneaky," I replied, "Something that won't just hurt him physically, but emotionally too."
"I like the sound of that," Fred and George plopped into the seats opposite us.
"Have we been a bad influence on our baby cousin?" Fred grinned making me grin back and shrug.
"We'll get him for you," George offered, "We've needed a victim for a while now."
Harry and Ron swapped uneasy looks as I nodded, "I was thinking about having a little chat with Peeves," I suggested making Fred and George's eyes glint mischievously before they got up and left again...
At three-thirty that afternoon, we headed down the front steps with the other Gryffindors. It was a clear, breezy day... perfect flying conditions. Unfortunately, the Slytherins were already there with the broomsticks lying in two rows, they'd already claimed their side. My eyes locked on Malfoy's and we shared a glare.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Madam Hooch said as she turned up, "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come, on hurry up."
I stepped up to one and groaned at its condition, "Stick your right hand over your broom," Hooch called, "And say 'Up'!"
My hand stuck out, "Up!" the whole class chanted, I wasn't surprised when Harry's broom shot up into his hand, what did surprise me was that mine copied. I swapped a grin with Harry, who had noticed too.
Once we all had hold of our brooms, we were told to mount them, and Hooch went down the lines, correcting grips and stances. She passed me with a subtle wink before telling Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years. "Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," she told us all, "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and them come back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – One – Two –"
Neville, being nervous and jumpy, left the ground before the whistle had even touched Hooch's lips. He went up like a cork from a bottle, ten feet, twenty... His face was pale as he looked down at us and as I watched he slipped sideways. There wasn't even a thought processes involved as I pushed off the ground. I collided with him in mid air, and held him on the broom before landing, he looked like he was going into shock though.
Hooch was next to us in an instant as Neville crumpled to the floor, "Nice catch, Miss Prewitt," she commented before picking Neville up from the floor, "Let's get you to Madam Pomfrey." She turned to us. "No one is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those broomsticks where they are or you'll be out of here before you can say 'Quidditch!'"
With that she took the tear streaked Neville away, no sooner were they out of ear shot when Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?" he commented, making the other Slytherins laugh.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" I growled threateningly.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced Slytherin girl smirked, "Never thought you'd like fat little cry babies, Sarah." I opened my mouth to counter but Malfoy shot forwards.
"Look," he smirked, picking up the remembrall, "It's that stupid thing his gran sent him."
"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry told him making everyone turn to him.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," Malfoy commented, "how about up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry snapped but Malfoy had already taken off on his broom. He could fly, I'd give him that.
"What's the matter, Potter?" he mocked, "Bit beyond your reach? How about you cuz?"
A glare set on my face as I took off, Harry just behind me. The five years I'd had practice paid off, especially when I heard the admiring whoops Ron, Seamus and Dean called up to us. "Give it," I snapped at my cousin as Harry pulled to a stop next to me.
"Or we'll knock you off your broom," Harry added.
"Oh yeah?" Malfoy tried to sneer back, but he looked worried. Harry nodded to me and I sped towards the blond, colliding with him mid air, he dropped the remembrall as he tried to get a grip on his broom again.
We both rocketed towards the ground fast before I gripped my broom and pulled myself back on again, catching him by the scruff of his neck and placing him on the ground safely. "HARRY POTTER! SARAH PREWITT!" My head snapped around to see McGonagall running towards us, and I headed to Harry who was getting to his feet.
"Never – in all my time at Hogwarts -," she was so furious that she was almost speechless, "- how dare you – might have broken your necks –,"
"It wasn't their fault, Professor -," Pavati tried to defend.
"Be quiet, Miss Patil!" McGonagall snapped.
"But Malfoy –," Ron tried.
"That's enough, Mr Weasley! You two, follow me!" McGonagall commanded and I linked my hand with Harry's before we followed her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle grinning triumphantly.
"Molly's gonna kill me," I muttered sadly as we trailed after the Professor. Harry squeezed my hand comfortingly as I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall.
We headed up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still she didn't say a word to us. She just wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with us trotting behind her. Eventually though, she stopped outside the Charms classroom, "Excuse me, Professor Flitwick!" she called, "May I borrow Wood for a moment?"
Wood? As in Oliver Wood? What would she want him for? Said Scottish fifth year walked out of the classroom, shooting me a confused look as he did. I shrugged at him, "Follow me, you three!" she told us and we trailed behind her again. She guided us into an empty classroom before turning to face us.
"Potter, Prewitt, this is Oliver Wood," she told us, "Wood, I've found you your Seeker and Chaser." My eyes bulged as I snapped around to look at the delighted Oliver.
"Are you serious, Professor?" he asked happily.
"Absolutely." She replied, "The boy's a natural, I've never seen anything like it. And Prewitt, well the tackle she pulled off... and she caught the boy afterwards too. Was that your first time on a broomstick?"
I shook my head slowly as Harry nodded, by the look on his face, he had no clue what was going on. I squeezed his hand and smiled reassuringly making him smile back and pull me closer to his side. "Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" Oliver asked him excitedly.
"Wood's captain of the Gryffindor team!" McGonagall explained as I looked between the two.
"He's just the build for a Seeker, too. Light and speedy," Oliver commented before he looked me over too, "But you're a little small for a Chaser."
I raised my eyebrow at him before opening my mouth to challenge him, but he carried on, "We'll have to get them decent brooms, Nimbus Two Thousands or Cleensweep Sevens I'd say."
"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can't bend the rule," she replied, "Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldn't look Snape in the e or weeks..." She turned to us, "I want to hear you're both training hard, or I may change my mind about punishing you."
We nodded quickly, and she smiled brightly at us, "Your father would be proud Harry," she told him before looking at me, "And your parents too, Sarah." I smiled widely back at the mention of my parents.
"You're joking?" Ron gasped after we'd finished telling him what had happened. We were sat in the Great Hall for dinner. "First years never make the house team – you must be the youngest player in about..."
"Twenty-one years," I replied making them look up at me, I grinned at Harry. "My mum and your dad both made Chaser and Seeker when they were first years." He grinned back at me and linked his hand with mine once again.
"We start training next week," Harry told Ron, "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret." A chin rested lightly on top of my head making me move to look up... the twins were grinning down at us.
"Well done you two," George commented in a low voice, "Wood's just told us. We're on the team too – Beaters."
"I tell you, we're going to win the Cup this year for sure," Fred added, "We haven't since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. We know Popsicle's good, but you must be too Harry. Wood was almost skipping when he told us." I smiled brightly again.
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee reckons he's found a new passage out the castle," George told us, "Bet it's the one behind Gregory the Smarmy that we found first year. See you!"
I waved at the two as they left before turning back to the boys. "I've been meaning to ask," Harry turned to me, "What's with the nickname? Why'd they call you Popsicle?"
I blushed slightly and turned away from him, for the first time in my life I was glad that Malfoy decided to turn up. "Having your last meals?" he smirked at us. "When are you getting the train home?"
"You're a lot braver on the ground with your goons, aren't you?" I mocked, grinning at the fact that the two goons could do nothing about me calling them it since the high table was full of teachers.
"I'd take you both on any time on my own," he replied, "Tonight if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only – no contact." I smirked slightly but his eyes were on Harry, "What's the matter? Never heard of a Wizard's duel before?"
"Course he has," I snapped, "I'm his second, who's yours?"
He looked between the two boys behind him, "Crabbe," he replied, "Midnight alright? We'll meet you in the trophy room, that's always unlocked." I sent him a small smirk of agreement before he walked off, his two goons following.
"A wizards duel?" Harry asked as soon as they were out of earshot. "And what do you mean you're my second?"
"Well, a wizard's duel is just that," I sighed turning to him after glaring at Malfoy's back, "You shoot spells at each other. And a second if there to take over if you die."
"Die?" he choked out making me shake my head and grin.
"People only die in proper duels," Ron explained, "You know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse."
"Not that I had a choice in the matter," Harry replied sarcastically making me look at him again, raising an eyebrow. "What happens if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Then you throw it away and deck him," I replied simply as I picked at the chips on my plate.
"Excuse me?" my head snapped up to see Hermione stood behind Ron, who'd turned and groaned at the sight of her.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" Ron asked, but Hermione ignored him, her eyes on Harry and me.
"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with Malfoy," she told us, "And you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of all the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really selfish."
"And really it's none of your business," Harry replied as I smirked down at my plate.
"Goodbye," Ron waved enthusiastically making her huff and walk off.
"Aww, she does my head in," I muttered as I finished dinner and started on dessert. "Wish she'd leave us alone."
"It's not that bad, she's not there all the time," Harry commented.
"You don't share a dorm room with her," I pointed out simply.