21
Alyssa
"So, are we ready to go yet or not?" Harry asked, standing in front of the entrance to the Common Room.
"Not yet! Jeez." I said, coming down with my new black jeans and a tight blue and white t-shirt. My hair was thrown back in a pony tail, and clipped with a pink butterfly. My Nimbus 2001 was thrown over my shoulder.
"What else do you have to do?" He sighed, exasperated.
"I have to go to the Kitchens," I said, walking by him. I went through the portrait hole, and up the stairs to halls that were a little more bright, compared to the dungeons. Harry trailed behind slowly, not sure why I was going.
When I came to the portrait of the pear and the bananas, Harry watched with interest.
"What are you…?"
"Watch." I looked back, than turned to face the portrait, and tickled the pear.
"Ooh, that tickles!" It squealed, but swung in.
"How'd you know that?" Harry asked, though not surprised. There was a lot of things he had learnt about me.
"Saw someone doing it a while back. Mighta been Hermione, but I wouldn't have been able to tell. I only saw some bushy hair disappearing into the little hall."
Without another word, I strode off inside, Harry following after.
"Bout time you get here!" Taylor sighed, exasperated. She landed on the ground with a soft thud, and dismounted her broom.
"Whatcha got there?" She asked, with piqued interest.
"I got us some 'snitches'." I replied, mentioning the basket I had over my arm. I lifted it up, so she could see inside.
"Apples. You expect me to throw around some apples?" Taylor exclaimed.
"Well, duh. You got a better idea? That doesn't involve breaking into Madame Hooch's office?" Taylor had opened her mouth to say something, but upon hearing the last bit, shut it again.
"Ugh. Fine. Apples it is." She tossed her head back in resentment, than mounted her broom again and shot off into the air.
"Such a drama queen, that Taylor," I looked up, shielding my eyes with my hand as I tilted my head to see the speck that she was.
Than I turned to Harry.
"You need to tell her you like her," I told him, crossing my arms and looking him square in the face.
"I-ugh-um-"
"How long have you felt like that?"
"I don't know…How long is a long time?" He shrugged, his hands in his pockets of his jeans.
"Oh my God Harry! What am I going to DO with you?" I sighed, taking the basket up, and mounting my own broom, I took to the sky. The wind felt like the best thing in the world, and I hadn't felt this in at least two months. The place I lived in was full of muggles, so I never got the chance to go riding at any time, like Taylor could in her rich community.
Jealous face.
Grinning, I caught up to Taylor, who was in front of me and not noticing I was behind her. I grabbed an apple, and shot it as hard as I could at her. It hit the back of her head, and reflexively, she grabbed the back of her head where the apple had hit her.
" What the HELL?" She yelled, turning around to see me whiz past her.
"Sorry! Didn't see you there!" I yelled back at her.
"Oohhh, it's on bitch." I heard her say, and she raced after me. I looped through one of the hoops, and went vertically downwards towards the ground. She followed after me, getting closer until she was right next to me.
"I'll take that," she said, grabbing an apple from my basket.
"Hey, no fair!"
"Neither was the APPLE that you whipped at my HEAD!"
She stopped, than flew back up into the sky, holding the apple tightly. I back pedalled, and proceeded to follow her. I was about to whip another apple, when she stopped, looking at something on the ground.
"What the-"
An apple flew towards her on the other side of her, at the same time I threw mine, and hit her right on the side of the head, just as the other apple hit her the exact same way.
She spun upside down, hanging by just her legs. Her arms dangled below her, her shirt starting to ride up her stomach. She reached down-up?- and pulled it down to it's original spot.
"You know, I just love being the target here. And did anyone stop to think that I might have stopped for a reason? Like, to look at what looks like a blonde headed boy on the ground?"
"HUH?" I said at the same time as Harry. I flew down to the ground, where sure enough, I could see a blonde head.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" I asked, taken aback.
"Obviously not to see or talk to the likes of you," he snarled.
"Ooh, better be nice… I'll tell Taylor you were being mean." I looked over my shoulder to see her coming closer, but barely.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Ooh, I would dare. Watch me." I turned on my broom, and was about to go fly to her, when a sudden weight was added to the back of my broom.
Oh GOD no…
I looked back to see him sitting on the broom behind me, smirking.
I'll give YOU something to smirk about…
I sped up abruptly, waiting for him to fall off. But as a reflex, he snaked his arms forward and wrapped them around my waist, hanging on tight. Sparks flew in my brain, but the learnt disgust wanted me to shake him off.
"What are you DOING? Get off of me!" I yelled back at him, swerving.
"I would, but your being a speed demon would throw me off the bloody broom!" His arms tightened as we tilted to the right.
"I used one of my arms to try and loosen his fingers, which were linked together over my stomach.
"STOP it!" He yelled in my ear, taking me by surprise. I jumped, and not being able to move up, I slipped a bit.
"Let go of me! I'm slipping!"
"If I let go, I'm going to fall!"
"Oh, for BLOODY hell…" I muttered, and slipped a bit more. I started to panic, and hooked my left leg behind me, around the closest thing I could find.
Which ironically, turned out to be Malfoy's leg.
"What are you doing?" He yelled, trying to shake my leg free.
"Trying to stop myself from falling, you idiot!" He succeeded in shaking my leg off, and it caused me to entirely slip off, only being held by Malfoy's death grip and me holding the broom.
Oh sheet.