p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="526f1d920de31d3c4ede3f3cf3c248a4"Phoenix's POV/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ce13cd172d08568d63cf6be82ccce1de"Today is the first Quidditch match I've ever watched. I didn't have time for this kind frivolity under my father's watch. But the big first match between Slytherin and Gryffindor was a must-watch around here, and it was a good opportunity to get closer to Harry. I wear a black and jade uniform and open my door to leave. Draco greets me in common room, where he separates himself from a clinging Pansy. That garners more dirty looks from the frivilous girl I have already learnt to ignore. "I'm playing today," he informs me quietly. I nod my understanding. "I can use today to Harry. He's playing, but I can grab a place near his friends: the Weasley and the half blood." He nods, a smirk spreading across his face at the mention of Potter's... eclectic group of friends. Observing his expression, I decide I prefer the warmer smiles Draco offers me to the scornful expression his face has now. I didn't inherit my father's hate for any magic practitioners except pure bloods, mostly because I know what it feels like for people to assume who you are from who you share blood with. The Dark Lord's daughter: vicious and threatening. People assume I have no heart .. or at least I think they will when they know I exist. While all of the above is relatively through... I am not sure if this is who I am or who I have been em style="box-sizing: border-box;"told /emto be. Am I heartless because that is what is expected of me or is my secret fear true? Have I inherited the stone heart my mother's death gave my father? Thankfully, I do not speak out loud this time. These are my darkest thoughts, the ones I keep locked away. To Draco, I simply say, "We have to stop mocking them to get close to them." He stays unshaken in the face of my pointed look, just nodding. "Potter's friends sit at the Gryffindor stands, so you'll be a definite minority there, if you're planning to sit there." I shake my head. "Sitting in another house's stand draws too much attention," I muse out loud. "Oh, you already have the attention." He mutters quietly. "What?" I question, thoughts interrupted. His ice blue eyes look into mine. "Nothing. Just that avoiding attention is futile. You've clearly got Potter's eye. And some of my friends already want to know if you're available." His eyes are careful, watching for my reaction. I'm surprised; obviously I've never been spoken to about how I look... I haven't really been spoken to at all. But I find I'm not entirely displeased. Draco watches my shock with a small smile. "Really? You're surprised? How can you not know how beautiful you are?" I am silent, trapped with in those blue eyes. The moment is so intense, I forget the noise of the common room we are in. Then Pansy grabs Draco's arm and it's over. "If you need something, yell for me." He says intently, giving nothing away. I reclaim my mind, and give him a playful smile. "Oh please. If em style="box-sizing: border-box;"you /emneed em style="box-sizing: border-box;"my /emhelp, yell for me." br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I make my way to the playing field, locating Harry in his uniform. I walk over and plaster what I hope is an alluring smile on my face. "I would wish you luck, but from what I hear,.you dontn need it." He doesn't see through my blatant flattery. I can practically see his chest puff up with pride. "Thank you." He offers that same good boy smile. "I don't know how your house mates will feel about you wishing the Gryffindor seeker good luck." I smile a wry smile that is not entirely faked. "Do I look like the kind of girl who cares what they think?" He shakes his head obediently in response to this clearly rhetorical question. His friends; the ginger and the blonde walk over. "Woah," the Weasley says as soon as he catches sight of my robes. Clearly, he isn't the most bright guy. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hermoine," the girl introduces herself. "Sorry about Ron, he is a bit slow sometimes." I nod with a smile. Her words are candid, but her eyes show a wary intelligence. Clearly she is the one I can connect with among Potter's friends. "I'm Phoenix." I greet them simply. "And yes, I'm in Slytherin." Ron blushes slightly and I laugh. "Don't worry about it." I assure him, " We all know what people think about people who wear green and black." He mutters a short apology and Hermoine asks me to sit with them. I think back to my earlier logic; that I shouldn't be top conspicuous. Then, I remember Draco's comment about attention being unavoidable when it comes to me. So I agree, deciding that if I can't stay hidden, I should hide right before their eyes. They wish Harry luck and I follow them to the Gryffindor stands. Me and Hermoine start an on depth conversation about the pros and cons of wands made of the wood ofa willow tree. A bored Ron wonders away to a curly haired girl a little while away. Hermione zones out of the conversation, something I already know isn't in her nature. I follow her gaze to Ron standing with the other girl. The longing and jealousy in her eyes as obvious. "Dps he know?" I ask her quietly. Her shocked eyes find mine. "Wh-what? No... It's not like that." Her denials are weak and pathetic. She knows it. "No.." she sighs, "He doesn't know. Only Harry does. I didn't tell him, but e figured it out. So did you. Everyone sees it, just not that idiot." Her laugh is harsh, bitter. I have no experience with anything of this sort. So I just offer up what I think is obvious, "Why don't you just tell him?" She smiles, then realises I'm serious. "Seriously? It's not that easy." Looking around the field, my eyes seek out Draco. He's close; just below the stands where I'm sitting. He gives me a small smile, and I feel my lips curl up at the sides. "Besides, if its so easy, why don't you tell Draco?"/p