Secrets
Part 4: Would have been better
"How's the tutoring going?" Harry asked as he and Quinn headed to Herbology.
"The tutoring? Oh, it's going pretty well," Quinn answered.
"I guess we'll find out how well after today's test, huh?"
Quinn nodded. The thought of her tutoring sessions made her face heat up. Sure, they always went over the material for class, but the sessions always ended the same, with Quinn and Draco kissing.
"Quinn?"
"Hm?" she asked, drawing herself from her memories.
"I asked id you were coming to the Quidditch match this evening, Us vs Slytherin."
"Oh, right. Of course I'm going. Do you think that I would miss a match?"
Harry smiled, "We need you in the stands cheering us on."
"Hey, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Where have you and my Uncle been going?"
"I can't say, Quinn, I'm sorry." Harry claimed while he shook his head, "Dumbledore made me promise."
"Please, take your seats," Professror Sprout chimed as the pair entered the Green House.
Harry and Quinn took their usual seats near the front and pulled out their books.
Quinn watched as the players in Scarlet and Emerald robes flew around the field. The game was close, Slytherin had 105 and Gryffindor 108. The game was intense. Sudden movement above the field caught Quinn's attention. She nudged Hermione and pointed to the two boys that were zooming around the pitch.
"Come on, Harry," Hermione muttered as she grabbed onto Quinn's arm..
By now the crowd had all seen that Harry and Draco were in pursuit of the snitch. A hush fell over the stands, each person waiting in anticipation for one of the boys to wrap their hands around the small golden ball.
The boys were neck-and-neck as they nose-dived towards the playing field, straight for the Slytherin goal posts. At the last minute, Draco's hand shot out and he grasped the snitch as he rocketed through the middle goal post, Harry pulling his broom to a halt in order to avoid a collision with the right post.
The Slytherins erupted in cheers as Draco made a lap around the stands. Quinn couldn't help but grin as he show boated his way back to the ground and landed.
Slowly, the Gryffindors filed out of the stands and made their way back towards the castle. Quinn and Hermione met Harry and Ron near the entrance to the locker room.
"Great game, guys!" Quinn said as she clapped Harry on the back.
"Would have been better if we'd won," Rom grumbled.
"Well, we can't win them all, Ron." Quinn laughed.
Quinn watched as Draco walked passed on his way to shower and change. He caught Quinn's gaze and gave her a wink and a smirk. Quinn blushed and turned back to her group as Draco disappeared through the door.
"You guys go get changed and we'll meet you in the Great Hall for dinner." Hermione was saying when she tuned back into the conversation.
The boys nodded and disappeared through the door.
"What was that?" Hermione demanded as she pulled Quinn into walking.
"What was what?" Quinn asked.
"I saw the exchange between you and Malfoy." she hissed quietly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Be careful, Q, you know what he is capable of, and you know what Harry and Ron would do."
"Oh, Hermione, trust me, there is nothing going on. It was just Malfoy being Malfoy, trying to get a rise out of us again. It is bad enough that I have to spend two nights a week with him, do we have to talk about him now too?"
"No, I guess not."
When the boys finally arrived, the foursome sat down and piled their plates. Their conversation was focused mainly on the game. Quinn found her eyes wandering and she saw that the Slytherin table was amped up from their win.
As she looked back down at her plate the words 7 pm, Sixth Floor were spelled out in gravy. Quickly, Quinn smeared the gravy with her bread and looked up. Draco was staring in her direction. She discreetly nodded her head once and then took a bite of her bread as she rejoined the conversation.