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The whole school had turned out to watch the game, knowing how biased the game might be.

"Ow!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, beside Fern.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."

Draco Malfoy and his minions were just behind them, and the leader had just poked Ron in the head. He smirked and jumped further down to sit on the other side of Fern. She pretended not to notice.

Draco smirked, glancing back at Crabbe and Goyle before saying "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet?"

"Shut up." Fern muttered. "He caught the Snitch last time and he'll do it again."

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" Draco continued. "It's people they feel sorry for." He went on about Harry being an orphan and the Weasley twins being less than rich, and then added that Neville should be on the team. "You've got no brains."

Fern saw Neville's blush, and lost her temper. She gave Draco a sharp shove. "Get lost, Malfoy! Go air your opinions to someone who cares, why don't you?"

Neville half-heartedly parroted what Harry had said that day in the common-room.

The blonde was unfazed. He continued to tell Neville "If brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

"I told you to get lost!" Fern hissed.

A smirk appeared on Draco's face, even more devilish than the last. "OK then, Jordan. I'll leave your little friends alone, on one condition."

Fern didn't answer vocally, just nodded at him to go on.

"That this one time, you get lost with me."

Fern didn't know whether she even wanted to stay, since the first-year Slytherin spokesboy wanted to speak with her alone. But it was worth it, if he really was going to leave them alone after that.

She quickly told Ron and Hermione "Got something really urgent to do, sorry I can't stay, I have to hear what happened later, OK?" and then let Draco pull her away from the crowd. Soon, the two kids were inside, where it was totally deserted.

Fern folded her arms and waited. She forced herself not to look at Draco's face. She knew that if she looked at the silver orbs, blonde hair, and almost flirtatious smirk, she'd melt. She looked at him, but her eyes focused past him as she said in her coldest voice "Get on with it."

Draco's smirk widened as he said "Oh, Jordan, I'm hurt that you are so cold. You won't even look at me properly."

"Dammit." muttered Fern as she dragged her eyes up to meet his, quickly thinking up her comeback. "I'm hurt that you're a total bully. Doesn't it strike you that your offer to Harry at the start of the year to help him make friends with the 'right' wizards is why he turned you down? Oh yeah, that and the fact that you hadn't done anything to make yourself look any better than Ron. I'm pretty surprised you haven't been mocking me and Hermione."

"You might want to fix your grammar." Draco said. "But don't you get it? Why I haven't said anything to you? And to tell the truth, I barely knew Granger existed."

"You know her last name." Fern shot back, but then she said "To tell the truth, I haven't thought about it. Anyway, you've been staring at me and smirking all the time, don't think I haven't noticed."

"Are you really that clueless?" Draco demanded. "I'd expect something of this from one of your friends, but I thought you might be a little more intelligent."

A thought struck Fern. "Have you, by any chance, seen something I wrote to my friends?" She looked straight at Draco, knowing that if he had, he'd lie.

"No."

Fern kept staring at him, piercingly. Draco stopped, and then shrugged. "I didn't read your letters. You were looking at that letter from your friend last week where she was talking about someone from here you'd mentioned. My house, our year. I was just passing. And I think you might've dropped another letter from your friend." He held up a piece of paper, which Fern recognized as having Jamie's writing on it. She did remember getting the letter the day before, but then losing it. The letter read:

Hey Fern,

What's up? BTW, tell Harry I said good luck on the Quidditch game. He'll need it, with a referee like S (can't I just write his name, it's not like he'll see your letters, right?). Has anything been going on with your cute Slytherin? Is he still flirting with you? Hey, can you get a photo of him? If he likes you that much, you should just let him down or ask him out. Jessie said that, too.

Although, I was reading what you said about what he did to Neville. Poor kid sounds like the exact type of kid that would get bullied. But you sound like you're looking out for him okay. Think the Golden Quartet will gain a new member?

Love

Jamie

PS: Seriously, am I allowed to openly write something negative about your teachers? Why would they read your letters?

Draco smirked at Fern. "See? You're not that dense, according to this letter. I know you know what I've been doing."

"Who said I was talking about you?" Fern demanded.

"Do you talk to any other Slytherins?" Fern was at a loss. Draco continued to speak. "So, which is it going to be? Your Muggle friend Jamie-" he said her name as if Jamie was some insect that was particularly hated- "said you should let me down or ask me out. And somehow, I know you're going to do the second."

"Why would I ask you out?" Fern snapped, although she looked at the floor as she did.

"Can you stop avoiding looking at my face, please?" said Draco exasperatedly. Fern obediently eyeballed him. "And you would because I have proof that you've been whining on to your friend about a certain member of staff that would just love to give you detention."

Fern knew that he was threatening to show Snape the letter, because they both knew that the way Jamie talked about "S" would show that Fern had been saying stuff about him.

"Give me the letter." Fern said through gritted teeth.

"I'm not giving it back until you say you'll go out with me."

"How can I do that? We only see each other here."

"I can see you in the holidays, as well as I don't tell my parents that you're a muggleborn Gryffindor."

"Draco Malfoy, I don't even like you."

"Your friend says you do. And anyway," Draco smirked. "If you let me date you, then I'll let you take that picture she wants."

Fern scrunched up her face in contcentration, trying to decide what to do. Finally, her face relaxed and she turned to Draco. "Fine, I'll go out with you." she said. "But I have a few conditions. Number one: No one know about this. Do whatever you have to do to keep this a secret. If Harry, Ron and Hermione heard about this, they would skin me alive."

"Sure." Draco said, although he looked a bit put out. "Go on."

"Secondly, you can stop calling me Jordan, and start calling me Fern. I have a first name. Use it."

"OK, Jor – I mean, Fern."

"Right. Now Draco, may I have my letter back?"

Draco smirked. "I think I'll keep it, just in case you go back on that. Oh, and you can take the picture now." he added, bringing a camera out of a bag he had with him. "I'll have it developed and I'll give it to you tomorrow." he added. Fern quickly snapped a photo with him off guard, giggling at the expression she got. Even if wizard photos moved, she had the expression there.

But she took another photo of Draco looking straight at the camera, with a pleasant smile, one Fern hadn't seen him wear before. Then, they walked back to the Quidditch game, only to find that it was over, and Harry had won.

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