Yes, I missed Draco, too. But now we're ready for action and sooo much fun. XD

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Because we wait for Ron to ask Hermione out….

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THE GRYFFINDOR GIRL AND THE SLYTHERIN SEEKER

DRACO

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

Your detention shall be served on the third Sunday at 7:30 PM in the dungeons. Please be on time. Tardiness will result in another detention.

Have a nice day!

Prof. D. W. Bacchus

Well, that ominous day had come. This morning had also been Slytherin's Quidditch tryouts. Surprisingly, I'm actually talented at Seeking and made Seeker, though no one on the team talked to me much – except the Beaters, Crabbe and Goyle. Even luckier, Antigone Croft had been made Captain, and didn't really hang out with anyone on the team. She had only talked to me once to convince me to tryout.

As long as I had a chance to knock Potter of his broom just once….And to put a certain sister of his in her place.

Speaking of which, while I was changing into my day clothes – which were very stylish, by the way – I remembered that this evening at 6 was Gryffindor's tryouts for alternates. That meant a certain red-head that wasn't a Weasley would be there.

"Hey Crabbe, Goyle," I called over to them. They truned to me accordingly after fighting over whether cauldron cakes of Chocolate Frogs were better. Fuck, did they think about anything else? "You up for some with our favorite Gryffindors this evening?"

"But, Draco," Crabbe asked stupidly, "I thought we hated them."

I sighed in frustration. "We do, Crabbe. I was being sarcastic."

"Oh," Crabbe said. Then he and goyle went into an entirely unnecessary fit of laughter. Shit, were they hit by Confundment Charms as children or something.

"Shit, how do you deal with them?" said a voice behind me. I turned to see the raven-haired Keeper, Blaise Zabini. I didn't think we ever talked much, except last year. Why the hell was he talking to me now? Didn't he know it was social suicide?

"They're the brawn, I'm the brains, remember?" I replied simply.

"Oh yeah," Blaise replied. "Forgot."

"Did you want something?" I asked harshly. Blaise hadn't really abandoned me like everyone else. But he was never really there in the first place. He was only there when we were talking about something interesting, or to stare at Pansy. Honestly, I thought at times the guy was creepy.

"Look…er…Draco," Blaise stuttered. "I'm…I'm sorry about your mum and all."

I froze. I t was the first word of comfort from a Slytherin I had received. I stared at him for a second. Had he done something to be out-casted, too?

"Forget about it," I said. I replied. I didn't want to talk about it. With anyone.

"so…er..what are you all up to this evening?" Blaise asked.

I smirked. "a little fun with the usual victims," I said. "And one not so usual one."

"Ah, Potter and his gang," Blaise said as if reminiscing. "Have you encountered his sister, yet?"

I hesitated. Why did I hesitate? "Er, yeah. We have classes with her and stuff."

"I saw her the other day," Blaise said. "I think her skirt was too short." He smirked. "though I'm not complaining."

You don't know the half of it, I thought.

"I have detention with her tonight," I said simply.

"Really?" Blaise said with mischief in his voice. "What happened?"

Hmm. I had thought everyone had known. I told him the not so a fight, fight.

"Oh, I see. So, any plans?" He gave me a smirk. He knew how I was.

"Planty," was all I said.

By the end of tonight, I was going to teach Karry Lorelei Potter to never mess with Draco Vladimir Malfoy.

To make thing better, I had another ally.

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