DRACO
The squishing sounds of the grass under my feet were audibly disgusting as I walked through the Hogwarts courtyard that was still wet in the morning dew. I kept reminding myself that there were worst things in life than wet mornings. For example, not being in Azkaban like my father, or having a horrible hair day. However, after the stint that Parkinson pulled yesterday, I didn't have any second thoughts of joining my father or sleeping on my hair. We managed to stay away from each other for one full day, partly because of the intervention of our fellow Slytherins who, as much as our death match would have entertained them to the bone, wanted to keep our House points in tact.
The flags around the Quidditch hoops wielded majestically, like a seductive siren calling me towards it. Hogwarts' saving grace. The Quidditch pitch is my legacy. With the generous donations my father had given, this poor as a nut school didn't seem half as bad.
Something was wrong. I paused to put a finger on what was missing as I scanned through the pitch.
"One. Two. Three. And three in training," I squinted to count the hovering beings, hoping my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Three players, three in training, no girls.
"Where are Parkinson and Bullstrode? And where is the rest of the training team?" I hollered on the top of my lungs.
"I don't know, probably taking too much time painting their faces again," Adrian Pucey swerved before landing right next to me.
"If they're not here within fifteen minutes, they're out," I declared. My head started thinking of nice little things to write on their suspension notes. Due to evident weaknesses, you, Pansy Parkinson, are relieved of your role as Slytherin Beater and will be replaced by someone who's got more than one broomstick, or just simply, Boil your heads in frog spawn, the lot of you! You're Out! Such happy little thoughts; it could just go on forever. An uncontrolled smile became obvious as more sick and demented ways to brush the girls off came rushing through my thoughts.
"Snap out of it, mate. You're off to Lala Land again," Bletchey gave my right shoulder bit of a nudge while Crabbe and Goyle looked at me as though I've lost my mind.
"Hold on, I think the girls' excuse letters are coming," Warrington looked up as the sound of fluttering of wings came closer to us. I caught the silvery white owl, which I recognized as Pansy's and untangled the white parchment tied to its feet before it flew off quickly as though instructed to do so. The four boys came closer as I slowly unrolled the piece of parchment, curious on what the girls had to say.
"We, Millicent Bullstrode, Breanne Devareux, Angelique Ricardi, Elinore Wickham, and Isis Firestar , propose for equality in the system of the Slytherin Quidditch Game," I read the writings on the parchment, not liking the content as it went by.
"Ugh! Again with that Equality sash squat," Montague tapped his forehead exasperatedly.
"This is a written petition, signed and approved by the girls of the Slytherin House, to give Pansy Parkinson, seventh year student and House Team Beater, co-captainship of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. We believe she has the capabilities of leading our team and House to victory." I paused to catch my breath and read on.
"We are not asking for Draco Malfoy to step down but we are ready to turn in our uniforms if terms are not met. All you have to do is sign the bottom that states your compliance to the terms of agreement and we will get automatic notice. We will be back in practice as soon as the ink dries. Unthreateningly, The Undersigned." I scrolled back the piece of parchment, not quite sure whether to tear the parchment up to pieces or to laugh in sheer amazement.
"They've gone round the bend!" Goyle shook his head disbelievingly. We stood there for a few more minutes before the truth finally sunk in and the burst of obscenities scuttled.
"Stuffing bitches don't know when to stop, do they?" Montague moaned.
"We can play without them. That's what the training team is there for," Bletchey, who was in the training team, said which I sensed was a subliminal implication of, Ooh finally, my chance. It was possible, if only half of them was as skilled as Pansy in knocking out the players of other teams or if Crabbe and Goyle didn't have a shortage in brain cells.
"There's only one person who can put an end to this," I muttered, making a full turn and headed back to the school.
"Who?" the rest of them called out all together.
"Professor Snape."
"But Professor this is lunacy!" I stomped around as I paced across
Professor Snape's dungeon.
"You cannot allow this to happen."
"If you could stop marching about, Mr. Malfoy, then I might just be able to think properly without a headache," the greasy haired professor said, reading through the petition.
I took the copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages which I have been going over and over again to check any rules to devoid the petition. I flipped through the cover and through the borrower's names. Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Katie Bell, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter..
My throat dried up as I read the most recent borrower. "Pansy Parkinson."
Professor Snape looked up as soon as he heard me say Pansy's name. "Well, it seems that Miss Parkinson was smart enough to consult the book before making any--- drastic steps." He's enjoying this, I can tell.
"Very well. We shall look for ways to deal with this, ourselves," I stated before walking out of his office.
"So?" Montague asked expectantly as I closed Snape's door.
"To no avail," I answered.
"Great job, mate. Out of all the girls you could pick a fight with, Malfoy, you just had to pick the girl whom ALL the girls in our house are listening to!" Montague whined. I shot him a warning look to quiet him down.
A string of cuss words escaped their lips as soon the news reached their ears till we reached the Quidditch Pitch.
"What now? We can't play with only half a team!" Warrington groaned, dragging his broom roughly.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Obvious."
"Let's just sign the bloody petition. She won't be able to control us anyway," Malcolm exclaimed, wanting to just get it over and done with. We all turned to him as if he just mentioned something worse than the Dark Lord's name.
"Well, it's not as though they have given us a choice. I mean, with the game against Gryffindor this Saturday, we need the whole team with us," he added, proving his point to save his arse from getting pounded. I looked at the parchment one more time in annoyance. Malcolm was right. We DID need the whole team with us if we wanted to at least put up a fight against Gryffindor.
"Accio, quill and parchment," I said out loud, calling my quill and a piece of parchment to come flying to my hand.
"What are you doing?" Adrian questioned then widened his eyes in assumption. "Draco, you've gone mad! Crabbe! Goyle! Stop him before he does anything stupid. Tie him to tree or something!
"I wont sign the petition, you stupid ingrate! Not without a fight. So I don't think tying me up to a tree will be necessary," I glanced at him sharply before getting back to scribbling.
PANSY
The girls of the Slytherin Quidditch team lay around lazily on the green carpets of my dormitory room. It has been a few hours since we dispatched my owl to deliver our petition and the ring that is supposed to light green, if the petition is signed, and red, if the petition has been denied, has not yet lit at all. What's taking Malfoy so damn long? All they have to do is sign, goddammit! Or those boys too thick to even write their own name?
"You don't suppose they ignored the petition, do you?" Breanne flipped the page of the sixth Witch Weekly she's gone through.
"Petition letters work like howlers, it will explode if they're ignored and so far, the only loud bangs we've heard are Millicent's snores," Isis jabbed her thumb towards the sleeping girl, sprawled under her sheets. A tap on our window caused me to look and found Malfoy's eagle, ogling its eyes against the glass. The girls and I looked at each other before I stood up and opened the window to retrieve the piece of parchment it was carrying before it scurried off the edge and took flight as quickly as it could as though instructed to. The girls hurried to my side as I unrolled the parchment and read the content.
"We are considering your proposition; however, we have a proposition for you as well. Meet us at the Quidditch Pitch right now to discuss the terms of agreement. Signed, Draco Malfoy. Slytherin Quidditch Team Captain."
"What do you think those boys are up to?" Elinore examined the note once again, trying to read through the lines for any clues.
"Draco isn't one to share for as long as he has a say on it," I reached for the note from Elinore and pocketed it before grabbing my broom. I knew exactly what was going on. It was exactly how I planned it. I know Draco has never been known to half a privilege with anyone, all the more to me, who is not only a girl but a girl whom he greatly dislikes.
"It's a challenge. He wants me to come and fight for my title as Co-Captain.
In what competition, I don't know. Wake Bullstrode up. They want a run for their
money, then by Merlin we'll give it to them. Expect the dirtiest, girls. We
have been pushing some buttons lately." I said before heading down the
pitch.
Defiant to the very last, you insufferable git.
We walked through the hallways and past the court yard. I frowned as soon as
I reached the pitch, seeing Malfoy smirk as usual. I swear. If I had to
down to brush my hair everytim he smirks, Id have immaculate hair on this planet.
Wait, cross that out. I already HAVE the most immaculate hair on this planet.
"Well?" I jerked forward, getting quite impatient with Draco's games.
"I didn't waste my energy for you to meditate on me. What do you want?"
Draco smiled reticently. "We will concede to your request," he raised his hand as the boys gave whimpers of disapproval, "but, NOT without a fight."
"Figures. What are the terms?" I asked.
"We split the team in two. If your team wins, you get to be my Co-Captain," he explained.
"And what if we lose?"
"I get to keep my title and you, Bullstrode and Devareux, will be demoted to the training team while Crabbe, Goyle, and Bletchey will take your place in the first team," he said, crossing his arms before smirking in joy.
"Let me think about it. I will have to ask the girls."
"WHAT? I must say I'm quite disappointed with you, Parkinson. I thought you were more of risk taker," he taunted. "You do want to be Co-Captain, right?"
"Oooh, that sounds tempting. But see, you're the devil himself, Malfoy, and that's what you do best, do not even get the slightest impression that I am just going to give away what I have to the devil without letting the others know?"
"Very well. We hope to see you in fifteen minutes then." Draco turned
around and walked towards the opposite side of the pitch.
What in the Dark Lord's name am I doing?
"You have got to be barmy! What if we lose?" Breanne raised her arms
in disbelief.
"We won't. Honestly, I will hang myself if we won't be able to outwit Crabbe and Goyle. Now be quiet now, we can't let them sense any doubt or fear from us," Pansy whispered a few steps from the pitch.
"So," Draco sniffled. "You girls ready to be in the training team?"
"Not if I can help it, Co-captain," Pansy batted her eyelashes, smiling as sarcastically sweet as she could.
"Enough talk then, let's play," Draco mounted himself to his broom.
"Rules are-- there are no rules."
"Just the way I like it," Pansy followed, hovering fast.
With everyone in their proper position, the Quaffle was released, followed by the Bludger and the Golden Snitch.
Isis took hold of the Quaffle quickly and swerved between Crabbe and Montague, while Breanne hit the Bludger towards Adrian Pucey, who avoided it and left the keeper's post open, allowing Isis to score.
"TING!" The score bell rang loudly.
Malcolm retrieved the Quaffle and sped toward the girls' goal post. Millicent, who did not normally play the position of the keeper, ducked her head to avoid the approaching ball.
The rigid game lasted for almost an hour and the scores were an even 90-90.
"Keep your guard on, girls!" Pansy hovered, still looking for the Snitch capitalize.
"THIS IS ALMOST DONE MEN!" Draco barked, almost at the same time, also looking for the Golden Snitch.
Both of them noticed something glisten from the far end of the pitch and they looked at each other.
"THAT'S MINE!" Draco zoomed across the field.
"NO, IT'S NOT!" Pansy dove under Draco, flying as fast as her broom could take her.
"Oi! You're time is up! You've eaten up most of the Gryffindor's time!" Harry Potter yelled frustratingly.
"FUCK OFF, POTTER!" Pansy and Draco yelled, flying under the bleachers, still on the Snitch's tail.
Dismayed, Harry Potter slumped back down the bleachers next to Ginny Weasley.