AN: So in a review, someone said they wanted to see more interactions with the Malfoys. You have to remember Bex doesn't exactly have the best relationship with her family, and that includes her brother. Ironically enough, though, this chapter does have some family interactions. Okay, chapter now.

Chapter 4

"Quirrel seriously did not give you detention for talking in class, did he?" George asked when I got back to the common room later.

"He did. I had to write lines." For about two seconds, I added in my head.

"Oh man, I thought it was just a ploy. Like, to get you to stay after. Like, maybe he wanted to know why you were in Gryffindor or some BS like that."

"No, he actually had me writing lines," I assured him.

"Oh, your poor hand," George replied, taking my hand in his. I pulled my hand away uncomfortably and retreated to my corner.

o.O.o

Later, the four of us went into the Great Hall for lunch. We sat at the Gryffindor table and I could see Draco glaring at me from across the Hall. I finally got tired of watching him glare at me and got up and left. He followed me out.

"What do you think you're doing, hanging with the Weasleys?" he asked.

"I'm not hanging with them. They aren't my friends. They just won't go away!" I said.

"You just attract the strangest people," Draco said. "Look, you're supposed to be spying on Potter, not making friends."

"I am. Potter hasn't done anything yet," I defended myself.

"Still. Father wants to know everything," he said. "Here's a hint: he's already made an enemy in Snape."

"Thanks. Anything else?"

"Tell him who he's made friends with. And the Snape thing. You do know who those friends are, right?"

"Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Blood traitor and mudblood," I said. Sad to say though, I'd been neglecting my job. I only knew that because Fred had told me. Still, Draco nodded. "Look, I'm only using the Weasleys and Vix to look like my friends. It'd look weird if I didn't have any friends and was all of a sudden interested in Potter. This way I can watch him a bit more up-close."

"Be careful," Draco sighed.

I went back to the Hall and sat down. "Brother thing," I explained.

"Git, that one," George said.

"Don't call him that!" I snapped.

"Sorry, sorry," he replied.

"Hey Oliver!" Vix called, waving to Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was coming into the Great Hall, looking stressed.

"Hey Vix. Weasleys," he said sadly.

"So, Wood, have a training schedule for us yet?" Fred asked.

"Patience," Wood replied.

"It's the second day we're here! Usually you'd have us out on the field tomorrow!" George piped in. Vix nodded in agreement.

"Alicia Spinnet quit the team," Wood said. "She said she
needs to focus her attention on grades and shit."

"Grades?" Fred said. "How selfish."

"I know! So now we're short a Chaser and a Seeker!"

"I know! Bex can join!" Vix said excitedly.

"Come again?" I asked.

"Oh, it'll be fun!" Vix gushed. "The three of us as Chasers on the team—you, me, and Angelina Johnson—the two Beaters—Fred and George—and Wood, our Keeper!"

"No. sorry, but you'll have to find another Chaser," I said.

"But you're good at Quidditch!" Vix whined.

I froze as Oliver asked, "Are you?"

"I have no idea where she got that idea from," I said. Sure, maybe I was okay at it, but I didn't want to join the stupid team, and I also had no idea how Vix could know I was any good. Stalker.

Wood sighed. "Well, if you change your mind, come find me," he said before leaving. A few days later, however, I found out that Potter had gotten a position on the team as Seeker.

"I don't get it," I said to Vix. "Just because he's famous automatically means he gets a spot on the team?"

"No. apparently, he's really good at Quidditch. And his dad was a Seeker too," Vix replied.

"Still. How did he get past the rules? First years aren't allowed to try out for their house teams?"

"Technically, he didn't try out. He was discovered! And he's the youngest Seeker in a century! How cook is that?"

"Not very much so."

"Hey Oliver!" she called as we saw Oliver walking ahead of us. "Bex is jealous you gave Harry a spot on the team and not her!"

"Come on, Vix, really?" I asked before turning to Oliver. "I changed my mind. I'll play."

"Alright!" Wood said excitedly. "I'll let you know when our next practice is when I know."

"Sounds good," I replied.

"Yay!" Vix squeaked while hugging me tightly.

"Get off! I have things to do." I ran up the stairs to my room and she followed me. I ignored her as best I could and began to write to my father. I told him what Potter had been up to so far (and it was only a few weeks into the school year) and that I had joined the Quidditch team with him to keep an eye on him. I sent the owl out with the letter and laid back on my bed. Vix came over and laid next to me.

"Hey. What's up?" she asked.

"What do you want?"

"I'm bored."

"Clearly. Why don't you go bug someone else?"

"You're my best friend."

"I am not your best friend!" I insisted.

"Yeah, and Snape said he wouldn't ever like me, but I've grown on him."

"How long did that take?"

She shrugged. "I'm still working on it." Oh, great. "Come on, we'll be late to Charms if we don't go!"

I checked the time. Dammit, she was right. We had five minutes to get to class. I got up, grabbed my books, and followed her out. We made it to Charms just as Flitwick began class.

"Glad you could make it, ladies," he said as we came in. "Hope I didn't disturb your free time with my class time." One look from me, however, and he stopped.

When he set us off to work, I quickly learned that Vix was terrible at Charms. When Flitwick came around, however, he gave her an approving look.

"He acts like he likes me," Vix explained. "But everyone knows he doesn't. I'm his worst student. But everyone likes me, so he feels like he has to."

"You know," George said next to me, "Fred's not bad at Charms. He could help you out."

Vix turned around and gave Fred her puppy dog eyes. "Please could you? Please?" she begged.

"Uh, sure," Fred said surrendering.

Later in the common room, I said to Fred, "You're so whipped."

"What?" he asked.

"What does whipped mean?" Vix asked innocently.

"It means he's your bitch."

"What does that entail, exactly?"

"Well, if you ever wanted to have—" I began, but George put his hand over my mouth.

"Let's not tell her that part," he said in my ear. "Preserve her innocence."

I rolled my eyes and glanced at Fred, who was blushing furiously.