I avoided Harry, Ron and Hermione, I was still pretty angry about them hating me, as well as my family. I didn't even try to be civil to Draco and the Slytherins, they were all becoming horrid. Blaise, Theo, Daphne and Tracey were my only friends in Slytherin now an I'd constantly saw them hanging out – also avoiding Draco. I even gave Ginny the hard shoulder, which I am seriously feeling bad for.

This left me to hang out with Neville, Seamus and Dean.

On Saturday I woke up at the crack of dawn.

I quickly changed into my Appleby polo shirt, army-boots, a green skirt, thick black tights, an emerald hoody with Malfoy on the back in silver writing and my Appleby snapback to finish it off.

I picked up my dog-eared notebook, a pencil and my broom on the way to the Quidditch pitch I visited the kitchen and asked for a jug of orange juice, eight cups and eight chocolate croissants. The house-elves fulfilled my wishes eagerly.

I took a place at the back of the Gryffindor changing room.

Wood then came in and I came him several pages of notes about Gryffindor team, and the other three houses. I then placed three boards of play into his hands.

He stared at them wide-eyed, like I'd given him the answer to immortality or something.

Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina and Katie groggily walked in. Harry then came in a few minutes later – none of them had seen me.

Wood started to explain the board with a dismal tone. I stood up and stopped him.

"Oliver. No. Go sit down." I said.

It took a few seconds for me to register in their brains.

"Hey! You're a Slytherin!" Angelina cried.

"I'm also you're new strategist." I said smugly.

This woke them up.

Alicia and Katie gave a "What?"

Harry said "Nash? Wood?"

Fred and George just smiled.

I skimmed over the three boards quickly and briefly, still letting the gist of them absorb into their heads. I poured out the orange juice and passed around the cups and croissants.

"Nash, you can be our strategist, just because you bring us food, Oliver never does that." Alicia said. Angelina and Katie nodded in approval with croissant in there mouths, Fred had somehow managed to smear chocolate on his cheek.

They made their way out onto the pitch and I sat in the stands, far away from Ron and Hermione. I was scratching away with my quill, oblivious to my surroundings.

I looked up after a while – this wasn't Gryffindor team – this was Slytherin. And Blaise and Theo were sitting either side of me!

"Ah, the damsel has finally realised we are here." Theo said.

"Where're Gryffindor?" I said.

"Oh, Slytherin have got to train their new Seeker." Blaise said sneering.

"New Seeker-"

"Draco." He spat.

I laughed, hoping it was a joke – nope there he was flying around on his, what.

"Are they riding the new Nimbus Two-Thousand and One?" I jumped out of my skin. I quickly wrote down – 'Slytherin = Speed is an advantage'.

Theo nodded.

"D'you know where everyone is?" I asked.

"Your friends went towards the gamekeeper's hut." Blaise said.

"Um, thanks." I said. I gathered up my belongings and made my way towards the castle. I wasn't going to go and meet up with Hagrid, who hates me, and my 'friends' who agree with him.

I walked into someone and my notes went everywhere.

"Damn." I muttered.

"Oh, Nash, I'm sorry!" Neville cried.

I smiled "It's no problem Neville, really."

He helped my collect my notes and insisted he walk with me. I was glad for the company.

"Why are you going to Gryffindor common room?" He asked.

"Got to give Oliver these." I nodded my head to the paper.

"Oh... kay..." He said confused.

"I'll explain, if you promise to keep it a secret."

He nodded and drew a cross on his chest with his finger.

I said in a quiet voice "I'm Gryffindor's Strategist."

His eyes widened but he said nothing.

We got to the portrait hole "Um, er, could you – ere – tell – say, you know, the password." I mumbled to Neville.

"Oh, yeah, Godric." The portrait swung open.

I stood there open-mouthed.

"What's wrong?" Neville asked.

"You – you just – you just said the password in front of me, I'm a Slytherin." I stammered.

"Nah, you're one of us – see that badge Harry got you, Honourary Gryffindor well you are. " Neville shrugged as if it meant nothing.

"None of you realise how much that means to me." I smiled.

He grinned and we walked in.

"Ah, Nash, have you put in speed as a factor. We'll need to change some areas of the game plans – and, of course practice them. Wait, Malfoy's your brother, don't you know his weaknesses, couldn't your father get some more brooms – like for the subs team and you could give them to us and-"

Oliver said all this at 100 words per second as soon as I walked through the portrait hole. I just kind of stared at him disbelievingly.

"Oliver-" He didn't stop.

"Oliver."

"OLIVER!" I shouted.

He stopped mid-sentence.

"What?" He asked.

"I have taken account that they can go faster than us, the game plans have been changed – but we will need to work harder. My brother and father hate, no detest, me. I have studied all members of every team, do not doubt my skills. I am also sure that one of the twins, as they have the slowest brooms, can borrow my broom and my old broom." I finished.

"Oh, thanks." He wandered off much happier.

"He is mad." I sighed to Neville.

"I agree!" Fred called from across the room.

"Me too!" George called from next to him.

"Me three!" Angelina shouted out from the sofa near the fireplace.

"Me four!" Alicia broke off from her conversation.

"Me five!" Katie said – the one in a conversation with Alicia.

Oliver shouted from his dorm "SHUT UP!"