-DICLASIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. ALL FROM J.K. ROWLING

EXCEPT MELODY!-

I could not believe we weren't having Quittage this year because of the Triwizard tournament. I had wanted to try out for chaser this year.

Whenever I was on the pitch I'd feel odd, I needed something to vent my anger and I was an amazing flyer. Why not Quittage?

I got to this pitch the moment I could leave the hospital wing with a Cleansweep. When I stepped out I felt solitude, but in a good way. It was complete freedom.

I mounted my broom and kicked off.

The air smelt like the forest beyond the pitch.

I looped, dove, soared and flipped. It was almost like the broom was non-existent.

My freedom was halted to applause.

Gryffindor's had arrived on the pitch to see the commotion, Harry was at the front.

"You know we don't have Quittage this year, right?" he called up.

"Yeah!" I yelled back. "But I'm bored!"

Soon people got tired and left but Harry, Ron, Hermione and a student in the bleachers.

I got bored again and decided I wanted to know what kid was watching me.

I landed in the bleachers gracefully but when I made my way forward I stumbled.

The person jumped forward and caught me.

The hands…the grip. This was the person that brought me to the hospital wing a month ago, the person that promised me no more harm.

I looked up into his silvery pale eyes.

"You!" I gasped.

Malfoy sighed, "I shouldn't have come." he muttered darkly.

"W-why? Why did you help me?" I demanded.

"Now…?" he said. "You were gonna fall." He placed me down and looked at his shoes awkwardly.

"No," I said. "Over a month ago when I was hospitalized…you brought me there…why?"

He ran his hand through his pale blond hair and his hood slipped off, his face was etched with worry.

"I-I…how did you know?' his voice quivered.

"I…" I took a breath. "I'd remember those hands, that grip…the warmth…" my mind traveled to my dreams which were crowded with questions of who helped me.

I sighed defeated. "It's been in my dreams since then."

His eyes widened, and he dropped next to me.

"Um…" he thought and looked at his shoes once more. "You're in mine too…I think of you…all the time, everyday. And I wonder if you think of me too. And…and…I don't want to see you get hurt again."

My heart jolted.

"You…what!"

He sighed. "I just…I-"

"No I heard you…I'm just…wow…that's insane!"

"Umm…what's 'insane'?"

I smiled, "That you like me."

His jaw dropped, "I…how…umm…"

"It's okay; I don't need you to say. I know it…and feel it. I'll start thinking about it thought."

He looked like he'd been doused in ice water.

I smiled, "Bye."

I got up then thought.

I then turned to him. I swooped down and kissed him on his cheek.

His eyes lit up and I saw his lips wave me a small smile.

"See you…Draco." I jumped onto my broom and went off smirking to myself.

An empty week passed, it was almost as if drama that had existed evaporated overnight.

"Melody…?"

I jumped. My father's voice interrupted my thoughts abruptly in ht middle of his lesson.

"Yes?" I responded.

"Did you take some of my supplies from my office?" he questioned me in a side whisper.

I thought.

"No fath-I mean, sir."

He looked me up and down.

'you're keeping things form me…" he started. "We don't talk anymore."

I was shocked he was talking about home life at him work, my school.

"Fath-sir. We never talk, we never did." I replied coolly.

His eyes widened at my response and his mouth moved like a weird fish.

The bell just rang then.

"Don't move." My dad commanded.

"Four pages of parchment on today's lesson, 20 point from Gryffindor," he said aloud the in an undertone to me. "And you're grounder; no messenger owls for a month."

I shoved my supplies into my bag. Gave my dad his own death-defying glare into his confused eyes, and stormed out with the Gryffindor's groaning in the classroom behind me.

Ron, Hermione and Harry met up with me in the Great Hall.

"What was that about?" Ron cried.

"What do you mean?" I responded coolly, whilst internally fuming.

"Why did Snape go ape!" Harry asked. "Just now you talked to him and whatever you said he reacted badly to."

"I am aware!" I snapped.

I plopped down and scooped some soup into my bowl for lunch.

"Well…" Hermione started timidly.

"Don't start!" I hissed at her. "I have reasons for not telling you guy's things!"

It was quiet for a moment and they sat down carefully.

I made o eat some of my pea soup then;

"So you are keeping secrets?" Harry asked.

I leapt up, dropping my spoon.

"None of your business!" I picked up my bag. "I'm not hungry."

I ran out of the hall not caring what others thought.

Cut off from messaging, down probably three thousand points now and homework pilled high. Things could only get worse from here.

The next day was hell. I skipped transfiguration the day before which I had firs the next day.

Professor McGonagall asked for a word after class.

As I did our in-class assignment I knew I was in deep shit.

I never did any of my homework and teachers would try coaxing me with 'you're a pretty and intelligent girl, I don't know what's wrong' and 'is there something that happened over the summer or on the holidays at home?'

They cared, I didn't. It was that simple.

I didn't need Dr. Phil or to have a moment like it. I just didn't care for schoolwork.

I handed my assignment in, second to Hermione, and sat back down.

I opened my notebook to doodle and write. Poems and thoughts flew easily.

The bell rung and I put my work in my bag, waiting for the class to leave.

McGonagall rounded on me instantly; "You need to focus in class more, you know that!"

I nodded.

"You'll receive a T in your OWLs if you don't put yourself forward in your work." She soothed. "You're a really intelligent girl."

Two more of these conversations followed through the day. I wanted to run and scream like a siren at these. They treaded me like an immature child.

That night I got drunk. Scratch that; hammered.

I had twenty Butterbeers and a full bottle of Firewhiskey.

Whilst intoxicated I noticed something. Ron was making advancements on me; he was trying to turn me on and everything.

He called me a 'hottie' and an 'intoxicated blond babe'. But I pushed him away and told 'Mr. HappyPants' to 'calm down'.

The next day Hermione bitched me.

"What the HELL is wrong with you!" she screamed at me in the common room as I sipped some coffee. "You either like that mysterious person that helped you or our best friend. You can't like both or like one and play with the other!"

I sighed and made my point clear.

"I was drunk, it was him, Hermione."

Her voice reached a new pitch and she continued screeching at me. I got out of the room with her screaming after me.