The Slytherin Locker Room
"Team, this will be our first glance at what the Gryffindor team is going to be like for this year." Draco was prepping the team for the game. "Remember, keep attentive."
"No, we'll be sipping martinis at the goal hoops while the Gryffindors score around us."
"Your sarcasm is less than amusing." Draco replied to Shane's comment. "Watch the bludgers. Even though the entire team is practically made up of Weasleys, they're not stupid."
Devonny walked into the room, dressed in her Quidditch robes and holding her broomstick. "So sorry I'm late."
"Quite all right, Dev. Dev!? That shirt is a um, well."
"Well, the robes are the ones that were given to me, but the green shirt to go under it was entirely too big. I just wore a green one." Dev explained her shirt, which was indeed green, but was also low cut.
"It'll do." Draco said, which gathered a lot of laughter from his teammates. "I mean, it's good." Even more laughter. "Ah, well okay, team. Let's go."
The Quidditch Pitch
"Well, it's a beautiful day for the first Quidditch match of the year, and with such qualified teams, too." Lee Jordan was still announcing, even though his privileges were suspended temporarily in past years. The Slytherin team walked out onto the field, led by Draco.
Dev stopped him. "Wait. Kiss for luck?" Draco smirked, bent down, and kissed her, which caused cheers from everyone in the stands.
"Aaah, romance on the Quidditch pitch." Lee Jordan was having a field day with this game. Madam Hooch sent the balls up and released the Quaffle. The game began. "Well, it looks like we'll have some sibling rivalry up in the skies today. After all, Devonny McCarry of Slytherin's brother is Greg McCarry of Gryffindor. And for all of you that have been out of the loop, Harry Potter is going to be their stepbrother soon!"
"Jordan, are you telling the McCarry family heritage or announcing a Quidditch game?"
"Sorry, Professor."
Greg had the Quaffle and was racing toward the goal hoops, with Devonny close behind. Dev urged her broom to go faster and she ducked under her brother, only to outrun him and come up right in front of him, knocking the Quaffle from his grip, and letting it fall to Shane who waited below.
"Is that legal?" Jordan asked, only to be answered by cheers from the Slytherins, but moans from the Gryffindors, and a shrug from Professor McGonnagall.
Dev smiled. She'd gotten the ball away from Greg, something she'd wanted to do all her life. She turned to go after it again and receive a pass when Harry and Draco raced past her, chasing a small gold speck. They were about five feet from the ground when a startled George whirled around with his bat, smacking Draco in the face. Draco fell toward Harry, and both seekers toppled to the ground.
"A time out is called," announced Lee.
Dev raced to her boyfriend who had his hand on his face. "You broke his nose!" She was absolutely shocked.
"I thought it was a bludger." George had wide eyes and didn't acknowledge when his twin patted him on the back.
Dev helped Draco to his feet. "We can't continue without a seeker."
Draco winced as he spoke. "It'll just be ten minutes until I'm back. Put West in as a chaser, and you be seeker."
"But can't West be seeker?" Dev was never able to be seeker. Maybe if Quidditch was played on horses, but that would only happen when horses fly.
"Not fast enough. Just keep Potter off the snitch until I can get back in." Madam Pomfrey was dragging Draco away now to go fix his nose, and leaving Devonny standing on the field with her broomstick.
"This is not my week." She called West into the game and made him chaser, mounted her broom, and the game was called back in. Dev floated in one spot for a while and did not see the snitch, but apparently Harry didn't either because he did the same. That is, until he started racing at Dev, who turned just in time to see him coming, and thanks to her Stratus One, shot upward. A few things happened when she avoided him. He went right under her, later turning after the snitch, the rest of the game paused and the players watched, and the Slytherins cheered when the snitch flew down Devonny's low-cut shirt.
The Slytherin Common Room
"Dev, that was incredible."
"What are you talking about, it was incredibly embarrassing." Dev walked her way through the partying crowd and over to Draco, who was pouting in the corner.
"Do you realize," he asked, "that I have never caught the snitch against Potter?"
"Yes, and I also realize that my catching the snitch was a total accident." Dev noticed how unhappy Draco was.
"Draco, we won. Be happy."
He laughed. "Be happy?"
"It could be worse."
"How?"
Dev smirked. "Well, for starters, Harry could have gone after the snitch. That would have been bad."
"Americans."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." She hugged him. Come on. Please be happy. For me?" Her eyes were a bright blue, the exact color he couldn't resist.
"Fine." Without warning he smirked and pulled her down onto his lap.
She laughed. "I like you as a romantic."
He didn't notice all the other Slytherins gawking at them. "Well, I like you when I'm romantic."
Dev just smiled at him as he moved in to kiss her. "We have to go meet Harry!"
"I hate Potter," Draco said as Dev jumped off of him and rushed out the door.
The Charms Classroom
"They're late!" Hermione set one of her books down with a thump.
At that exact moment Devonny and Draco rushed into the classroom. "Sorry we're late!" Dev announced.
"Well, now that we're here, we can start." Hermione seemed very uptight and Harry wouldn't even look at them.
"Maybe we should just meet another time. I'm sure Dev and Draco want to celebrate." Harry said harshly.
Dev sneered at him, and Draco just stared wide eyed at the scene unfolding around him. "Do you have a problem? Would you like me to perform a memory charm on the entire school tonight at dinner, and change the score? Or maybe I should just move back to the U.S., because everyone here obviously hates me!"
"Dev, no one hates you."
She rounded on her brother. "Greg, shut up. You have been on everyone's good side since we came. No one has a problem with you because you're a Gryffindor that hangs out with Gryffindors. Well, I'm getting junk from everyone because I'm a Slytherin who hangs out with Gryffindors. Did you know that Uncle Snape actually told me to stop being with Harry, Hermione and Ron, because it's not the Slytherin thing to do?"
Greg stood baffled.
"I didn't think so." Dev scoffed.
"Dev, we weren't trying to hurt you."
"Congrats, Hermione. You've perfected something that you weren't even trying to do." Dev answered. Draco stood next to her ready to get into a screaming match with Harry and Hermione. "Well, I guess I'll go work on getting rid of my 'bloody awful' American accent." She opened the door to leave, but stopped. "Harry, I expected more of you." Dev turned on her heel and left.
"Potter, watch it." Draco's piercing gray gaze fell on the other three people in the room, and turned to follow his girlfriend.
"Do you think we went about that the wrong way?" Ron asked innocently.
"Team, this will be our first glance at what the Gryffindor team is going to be like for this year." Draco was prepping the team for the game. "Remember, keep attentive."
"No, we'll be sipping martinis at the goal hoops while the Gryffindors score around us."
"Your sarcasm is less than amusing." Draco replied to Shane's comment. "Watch the bludgers. Even though the entire team is practically made up of Weasleys, they're not stupid."
Devonny walked into the room, dressed in her Quidditch robes and holding her broomstick. "So sorry I'm late."
"Quite all right, Dev. Dev!? That shirt is a um, well."
"Well, the robes are the ones that were given to me, but the green shirt to go under it was entirely too big. I just wore a green one." Dev explained her shirt, which was indeed green, but was also low cut.
"It'll do." Draco said, which gathered a lot of laughter from his teammates. "I mean, it's good." Even more laughter. "Ah, well okay, team. Let's go."
The Quidditch Pitch
"Well, it's a beautiful day for the first Quidditch match of the year, and with such qualified teams, too." Lee Jordan was still announcing, even though his privileges were suspended temporarily in past years. The Slytherin team walked out onto the field, led by Draco.
Dev stopped him. "Wait. Kiss for luck?" Draco smirked, bent down, and kissed her, which caused cheers from everyone in the stands.
"Aaah, romance on the Quidditch pitch." Lee Jordan was having a field day with this game. Madam Hooch sent the balls up and released the Quaffle. The game began. "Well, it looks like we'll have some sibling rivalry up in the skies today. After all, Devonny McCarry of Slytherin's brother is Greg McCarry of Gryffindor. And for all of you that have been out of the loop, Harry Potter is going to be their stepbrother soon!"
"Jordan, are you telling the McCarry family heritage or announcing a Quidditch game?"
"Sorry, Professor."
Greg had the Quaffle and was racing toward the goal hoops, with Devonny close behind. Dev urged her broom to go faster and she ducked under her brother, only to outrun him and come up right in front of him, knocking the Quaffle from his grip, and letting it fall to Shane who waited below.
"Is that legal?" Jordan asked, only to be answered by cheers from the Slytherins, but moans from the Gryffindors, and a shrug from Professor McGonnagall.
Dev smiled. She'd gotten the ball away from Greg, something she'd wanted to do all her life. She turned to go after it again and receive a pass when Harry and Draco raced past her, chasing a small gold speck. They were about five feet from the ground when a startled George whirled around with his bat, smacking Draco in the face. Draco fell toward Harry, and both seekers toppled to the ground.
"A time out is called," announced Lee.
Dev raced to her boyfriend who had his hand on his face. "You broke his nose!" She was absolutely shocked.
"I thought it was a bludger." George had wide eyes and didn't acknowledge when his twin patted him on the back.
Dev helped Draco to his feet. "We can't continue without a seeker."
Draco winced as he spoke. "It'll just be ten minutes until I'm back. Put West in as a chaser, and you be seeker."
"But can't West be seeker?" Dev was never able to be seeker. Maybe if Quidditch was played on horses, but that would only happen when horses fly.
"Not fast enough. Just keep Potter off the snitch until I can get back in." Madam Pomfrey was dragging Draco away now to go fix his nose, and leaving Devonny standing on the field with her broomstick.
"This is not my week." She called West into the game and made him chaser, mounted her broom, and the game was called back in. Dev floated in one spot for a while and did not see the snitch, but apparently Harry didn't either because he did the same. That is, until he started racing at Dev, who turned just in time to see him coming, and thanks to her Stratus One, shot upward. A few things happened when she avoided him. He went right under her, later turning after the snitch, the rest of the game paused and the players watched, and the Slytherins cheered when the snitch flew down Devonny's low-cut shirt.
The Slytherin Common Room
"Dev, that was incredible."
"What are you talking about, it was incredibly embarrassing." Dev walked her way through the partying crowd and over to Draco, who was pouting in the corner.
"Do you realize," he asked, "that I have never caught the snitch against Potter?"
"Yes, and I also realize that my catching the snitch was a total accident." Dev noticed how unhappy Draco was.
"Draco, we won. Be happy."
He laughed. "Be happy?"
"It could be worse."
"How?"
Dev smirked. "Well, for starters, Harry could have gone after the snitch. That would have been bad."
"Americans."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." She hugged him. Come on. Please be happy. For me?" Her eyes were a bright blue, the exact color he couldn't resist.
"Fine." Without warning he smirked and pulled her down onto his lap.
She laughed. "I like you as a romantic."
He didn't notice all the other Slytherins gawking at them. "Well, I like you when I'm romantic."
Dev just smiled at him as he moved in to kiss her. "We have to go meet Harry!"
"I hate Potter," Draco said as Dev jumped off of him and rushed out the door.
The Charms Classroom
"They're late!" Hermione set one of her books down with a thump.
At that exact moment Devonny and Draco rushed into the classroom. "Sorry we're late!" Dev announced.
"Well, now that we're here, we can start." Hermione seemed very uptight and Harry wouldn't even look at them.
"Maybe we should just meet another time. I'm sure Dev and Draco want to celebrate." Harry said harshly.
Dev sneered at him, and Draco just stared wide eyed at the scene unfolding around him. "Do you have a problem? Would you like me to perform a memory charm on the entire school tonight at dinner, and change the score? Or maybe I should just move back to the U.S., because everyone here obviously hates me!"
"Dev, no one hates you."
She rounded on her brother. "Greg, shut up. You have been on everyone's good side since we came. No one has a problem with you because you're a Gryffindor that hangs out with Gryffindors. Well, I'm getting junk from everyone because I'm a Slytherin who hangs out with Gryffindors. Did you know that Uncle Snape actually told me to stop being with Harry, Hermione and Ron, because it's not the Slytherin thing to do?"
Greg stood baffled.
"I didn't think so." Dev scoffed.
"Dev, we weren't trying to hurt you."
"Congrats, Hermione. You've perfected something that you weren't even trying to do." Dev answered. Draco stood next to her ready to get into a screaming match with Harry and Hermione. "Well, I guess I'll go work on getting rid of my 'bloody awful' American accent." She opened the door to leave, but stopped. "Harry, I expected more of you." Dev turned on her heel and left.
"Potter, watch it." Draco's piercing gray gaze fell on the other three people in the room, and turned to follow his girlfriend.
"Do you think we went about that the wrong way?" Ron asked innocently.