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Fire
I got dressed in my quidditch robes in record time. Again, they were hand-me-downs. At least they were from Fred, though. He wasn't too much larger than me, and thankfully the robe actually reached my ankles. Dressed, I grabbed the broom Mum had bought me for making Prefect. It wasn't great, just an old Sweeper model, but it was better than any of the brooms that the school provided.
I met Ron and Harry at the Quidditch Pitch. I wasn't surprised by the amount of people waiting to try out. Or that Harry was too shy to deal with them. I yelled to get everyone organised, and quickly helped him sort out the first years, and those from other houses, who really just wanted to see Harry. We got them up to the seats, and then the try outs began. He started with beaters, so I sat with Harry for a bit, as we watched them try out. I helped, giving him my honest feed back. He smiled at me, but I didn't feel the usual heart flutter that came along with his smiles or nearness.
What's wrong with me? Shaking my head, I got up for my turn to try out. Ron was keeping down one end, while McLaggen was keeping the other. I decided to send my goal towards Ron. If it went in, it meant I was definitely in. If he got it, then I'd be helping him out, not McLaggen.
I threw the ball, and was momentarily worried that Ron wouldn't get it. It almost went right underneath him, but he nearly fell off of his broom to kick the quaffle away. I was amazed, and cheered along with everyone else.
Harry threw me a grin, and a nod, telling me that I was in, and then I flew down to watch the rest of the chasers try out. I could have sworn that McLaggen was going to save all of his shots, but somehow he went left when Katie threw right. She was straight in, and he was out. Not that I wasn't happy about it. McLaggen was an ass. I hadn't spent much time with him. He'd been in the Slug Club, but he seemed stupid and self-centered. Sure, I'd prefer if he got bludgers to the head, rather than Ron, but Ron deserved to be keeper more than him.
After the team was all chosen, including back up players - I was going to be seeker if anything happened to Harry, like last year - we made our way to the Great Hall for dinner. My appetite had definitely been coming back with my good sleep. I could hardly remember sleeping this well. It made everything tolerable. Even spending most of my time with Dr-Malfoy. He's Malfoy, or Ferret, Gin. NOT Draco! Just because he saved my life, doesn't mean a thing.
I ate an actual full sized meal. Sure, it wasn't a Ron meal. But it was normal. A couple of roasted vegetables, and some chicken pot pie. It was delicious.
After dinner, I went to bed, tired from the exercise when the most exhausting thing I'd been doing since school started was homework. Though, that's not to say that spending time with Malfoy isn't exhausting. Especially now that he asks me if I'm okay every time he sees me. It's frustrating. I had to fight my instincts to shove his headphones down his throat when he asked me in Herbology, after we'd parted ways for FIVE MINUTES to walk from Transfiguration class to outside. Instead I managed to simply roll my eyes towards Neville.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and was thankful for a dreamless sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I'm not sure what woke me. I couldn't get back to sleep for the life of me, however, so I decided to go to the bathroom. I was... relieved? That Malfoy wasn't there. I tapped the taps I wanted, and made sure to tap the milk tap, before derobing, and slipping into the warm, calming water.
I started doing laps again, and began to relax.
I didn't count my laps, so I had no idea how long I was doing them when he came in. He sat down quietly, and just watched me do my laps for a while. I ignored him as best I could, before I began to tire, and I made my way to the edge of the bath.
"What do you want?" I asked, sitting on the edge, and pulling my knees up to look at him.
"Well, I wouldn't mind a bath." He said. "But it seems as if you always beat me here."
"If you'd wait outside, I'll get out." I said.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm quite happy here." He said, as he lounged on the sofa he was on. I glared at him, but he didn't budge.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" I asked, turning around so my back was to him.
"Did he get in your dreams again tonight?" I wasn't surprised that he ignored my question, but I was surprised by the... concern... I heard in his voice.
"You know what, screw this." I said, standing up. He'd seen me naked before anyway. I managed to surprise him. His eyes widened, and he looked away, thankfully. I grabbed my towel, and wrapped up in its supreme fussiness, I gathered my clothes and left the bathroom. I wasn't going to stay for any longer than I needed to.
A/N: Again, trying to make up for the length of time between updates _
Milk and cookies this time belong to the guest who reviewed :3