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My (Emily's) POV

"Back off, bitch!"

"Get the hell out of my face!"

I screamed myself hoarse at Pansy, who screamed right back. She seriously pissed me off, ranting about how I tried to show off by "saving" Draco, and then she had the nerve to punch my arm! (Which is still sore and in a sling.)

"Look, why don't you just mind your own business!!!" I screamed in her face, glaring into her eyes.

She laughed, acting like she could really care less about my life.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'd like to see YOU this way, Pansy. I actually think it would make you look better." I walked past a seething Pansy and into Potions.

"Settle down." Snape drawled, stepping into the front of the class.

I chose a seat in the back, knowing now that Snape hates every single one of the Gryffindors, and takes pleasure in torturing them. I removed the bandages around my eye so I could see better and winced as the sticky tape tore at my sensitive gash.

Snape must have seen me flinch, because he randomly started laughing.

It was a weird, disturbing sound, Snape's laugh. It sent a shiver down my spine and I almost puked.

"Hey! Hey, Em." Marie whispered, jabbing my shoulder harder than she needed to.

"What?!" I asked, a little annoyed.

She glanced across the room, jerking her head. "That guy over there."

"Er…well I can't right now I'm working on my potion and we're supossed to shut—"

She grabbed my sleeve and jerked me around.

"WHAT THE HECK?!" I screamed.

"He's right there! From Ravenclaw…" she trailed off.

"Um, yeah whatever." I said, noticing the emo guy with jet black hair covering his right eye.

Marie rolled her eyes and turned around, but I saw her glancing over her shoulder every time she could.

Malfoy's POV

I HATE SAM!!!!

Today there was a Quidditch game, against Hufflepuff, and somehow my broom had begun to jerk violently while I was playing. At one point in the game I was hanging on for dear life, and fell off. Thankfully that git Flint was there to save me, for I had fallen on his broom.

Damn whoever did that. They will one day die.

Talk about embarrassment. The Gryffindors hadn't stopped mocking me since then.

Oh, and one more thing. Sam had come up to me after Potions and had told me that she had jinxed my broom before the game.

So now I'm devising a plan to get her back, while I watch Crabbe do my homework.

I better get an A.

My (Emily's) POV

"Sam!!"

"What?! He deserved it!"

I rolled my eyes. I had heard, and seen, the thing about Malfoy's broom getting jinxed by Sam.

"Yes, but that wasn't mature! You want to stoop to his level?!" I replied slowly, walking over to the window.

"Oh! OH! What?!" Sam yelled, laughing.

Suddenly Marie ran through the portrait, couldn't stop in time and ran into the wall.

"Marie!" I yelled, cracking up.

Flustered, she stood up and turned towards us.

"Oh my God you know that guy that I was talking about in Potions?" she asked, out of breath.

"No." said Sam, confused.

"Yeah, well he kissed me!"

"WHAT?! You just MET him?! Are you insane?!!!!" I yelled.

She giggled. "Yeah, well…."

"Marie!" I yelled, shaking her by the shoulders.

Sam ran over and punched her on the shoulder.

"Stop it!" she yelled, pulling away, "if you don't like us together than stay away!"

And with that she ran upstairs.

"What the….." Sam mumbled.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the ruby red couch and sat down, watching the chestnut owl on the window.

"Ron, honestly! You can't keep copying off my homework!!"

"But Hermione, you're smart like that!"

I heard Harry snicker, and saw them walk into the common room, scarves around their necks.

"Um, what up with the scarves?" Sam asked, eyeing the red and gold scarves.

"Well," Hermione sighed, "We ran into Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and…well…"

She unraveled the scarf, and there was this big, red mole on the side of her neck. I squealed in horror and shrunk into the couch. Sam screamed and ran over to me.

"Did you see her mole!" she yelled. My mouth was open and I was staring at the fireplace in a daze.

"Well it's not just me!" Hermione exclaimed ripping off Ron and Harry's scarves.

"That's just gross…" I said my voice trailing off. I looked over at Sam who was leaning on the couch trying to hold in a laugh

"I'm going to get him back." I promised, standing up.

"Well…..why don't you wait until later, when he's not expecting it." Hermione suggested, giving her mole a very irritable look.

"Hey Hermione, do you know how to get these things off?" Harry asked, touching his own mole and recoiling in disgust.

"I may be able to, but…."

"But what?! I don't want to walk along with this bloody thing on my neck! Get it off!" Ron screamed, strangling his neck in a desperate attempt to suffocate it off.

"Um…Ron? I don't think that's possible." I said, stifling a giggle.

"Ron, you're going to hurt yourself!" Hermione yelled, running around.

Ridiculous…

"Well, I'm going to bed." I said, eager to head upstairs.

"G'night…"

The next day….

"Hello. I'm Sam Brown, and this is Emily Collins."

How did I get myself into this?

Let's see. Sam had suggested from some random, ridiculous idea that we try out for the Quidditch team.

"Very well. I am Madam Hooch. I will be testing you today. You're brooms are over by the broom cupboard." She said, gesturing towards her left.

We ran over to the cupboard, Sam tripping over rocks.

My arm felt better, and I enjoyed moving it around, since it was now out of the sling ( I chucked the thing out of the common room window. It landed on someone's head).

We had just grabbed our brooms when we heard an "Oi!"

Turning around, we saw Harry and Ron walking, well, running, towards us.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't try out for the Quidditch team!" Ron yelled.

"And why not?!" I asked, staring at my broom, whose straws stuck out in different directions.

"Oh, shut up!" Sam yelled, hitting Ron with the broomstick.

"Ouch! She hit me! Did you see that? She hit me!"

"All right all right!" Madame Hooch called, shooing Ron and Harry to the side," Now, mount your brooms!"

I stood over mine, not entirely sure of what I was supposed to do. But, eventually, I figured it out and was up in the air. I began to laugh, remembering when I almost knocked Malfoy over when I flew at his head.

"Collins, stop laughing! Follow Sam's example and start flying around!"

"Yeah!" Sam said, a sneer on her face.

Oh, shut up.

Later….

"OH MY GOD WE'RE ON THE TEAM!!!!" Sam screamed. Walking into the common room Ron was holding an ice pack to his head due to the fact that Sam had hit him.

"Well good for you…" Ron grunted. I collapsed on the couch exhausted from Madame Hooch's training.

"Hopefully we don't have a game soon." I sighed sinking into the couch.

"We wouldn't be prepared for that!" Sam screamed.

"I know!" I replied, "I'm just wondering if we'll do well as chasers…."

"I'm sure you will." Harry said, smiling warmly.

I smiled back, relived that he thought we were good. Well, not horrible.

"Oh by the way the next game is against Slytherin." Ron said casually.

"WHAT?!" Sam and I screamed in unison.

"I can't play against Slytherin!" I worried, rubbing my arm till it turned a dark pink.

"What, because of you-know-who?" Sam asked, smirking.

"No!" I replied, turning red, "it's because their insanely aggressive!"

"Yeah. They'll knock you right off your broom." Ron said, chuckling.

"Well, whatever. We have Quidditch practice in an hour, Emily, Sam." Harry said, walking glumly over to the portrait, "and we have to share the field with the Slytherin team; Snape's orders."

"What?!!" Sam screamed, throwing her hands up in the air, "They can spy on us! No, I'm NOT sharing the field with them!!!"

"Fine. Don't go. Get thrown off the team because of your selfishness." I replied, following Harry.

She huffed and reluctantly stood up to follow.

At Quidditch Practice……

When we walked onto the field, uniforms on, the Slytherin team was already there, waiting.

"Great…" Wood huffed, walking over to Flint.

"Look, stay over on that side." Wood ordered stiffly, hardly looking Flint in the eye.

"Oh, sure." Flint replied sarcastically, giving him a toothy smile.

I had ignored all this, due the fact that I was too busy staring at Malfoy.

"Em!" Sam whispered, elbowing me in the ribs.

"Eh? Wha-?" I asked, still dazed and staring.

"Stop it!"

I ignored her and stared at the goals behind him.

Suddenly he caught me staring and turned sharply to look at me. He smirked and I blushed, looking away quickly.

"C'mon." Wood ordered, herding us away.

Soon we were up in the air, zooming around. Everywhere I could see blood red robes, emerald green ones just behind them. Actually, we weren't bad, but we weren't that good, either.

Then, out of nowhere, someone came from behind me, knocking me off my broom. Screaming, I fell towards the ground in a whirl of colors.

Shit! I'm going to fricken die on a Quidditch field!

Suddenly, in the middle of my terrified screaming and spazing, someone managed to save me. I landed with a thud on their broom, and my hands instinctively grabbed the dark wood.

"Sam?!" I screamed, holding onto her broom.

She grinned. "Yeah. One of those Slytherins knocked you over. It might have been Mucus…."

"Um…Mucus?"

"Marcus Flint."

"Oh….can I have my broom?"

"Yeah, try using Accio."

"Yeah. I'll just wave the wand that doesn't EXIST and my broom will come!"

"Oh…right…"

"Yeah and well---"

I got cut off when I heard a sickening crunch and a yelp from Sam. A bludger had appeared to hit her face.

"Sam are you okay?!" I yelled above the wind.

Her broom was out of control.

"Sam, get a grip!" I yelled, looking down nervously.

"Need some help?"

I looked to the left to see the usual sneer of Mucus and Malfoy.

"What?! Get out of here!" I screamed, glaring at them both.

"Okay, but I'd be a little bit nicer to us, seeing that we're the only people to help you." Malfoy sneered, shrugging slightly.

I rolled my eyes and turned back towards Sam.

"Um…Sam? You all right?"

She mumbled and slipped a little sideways, holding her nose. The broom began moving again, and Sam now had no control at all. I was seriously afraid that it would begin to spin.

This isn't good…..

"Um…wait! Malfoy!" I yelled over my shoulder and we began slipping backwards off the broom.

"Yes?" he asked mocking, kind of like a sick, innocent voice.

"P-please help!" I pleaded, slipping even farther off, Sam still holding her nose.

I faintly saw blood pouring out of her nose.

"But I thought you told us to go away!" Malfoy responded, smirking.

"I didn't--- " I looked down at the ground, my head spinning, I….just…help, please! I'm gonna fall!"

Soon I was hanging onto the very end of the broom, like 50 feet in the air, hands slippery with cold sweat. Sam wasn't holding herself up, and I began cursing under my breath.

Just as I was about to fall, Mucus swept over and grabbed me from behind by the shirt, yanking me onto his broom (which rocked, by the way. It was all black and…whatever).

I yelped and was thrust backwards into him. He grunted and began flying towards the ground. I blushed and looked up at Sam and Malfoy, both had a disgusted look on their face as they glared at each other.

Finally we were all on the ground, unhurt (except, of course, Sam, who had broken her nose).

"Be careful next time." Flint scolded, running a hand through his jet black hair.

"Yeah." Malfoy chimed in, flipping his white-blonde bangs out of his eyes.

"You were the ones who flew into---never mind. C'mon Sam, let's go to Madame Pomfrey." I said as I gently herded Sam into Hogwarts.

This day has been too long….

I slowly but surely made my way to the hospital wing, listening to Sam curse Malfoy all the way to Texas.

I only left her when she was in the infirmary, being inspected. Relieved, I made my way back to the common room, the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Author's Notes: Hey thanks for reading! This chapter was insanely long, but much better than the last one. That's because I had Darkwolf24 to help me out over here! ;D Thanks!